Natasha shifted in the stiff chair. She'd given up on getting comfortable, but she could mitigate the crick in her neck and get a better view of her partner as she ran her fingers over the back of his hand.
He looked restful, like he was sleeping. Most of the damage was internal to his ears. He looked like he would wake up and smile, nothing wrong.
"Clint," she said softly. "If you can hear me…"
He couldn't. She already knew that.
"Please," she said anyway, "wake up."
She watched and waited. She'd be here when he did.