carol/jess, forehead kiss
"She's going to be okay."
Carol looked up sharply, meeting the doctor's eye for a moment before dropping her gaze back to Jess's slack face. "Yeah, I know."
The doctor's shoes squeaked as she crossed to the bed. "We're only keeping her sedated as a precaution, Col. Danvers. We want to give Ms. Drew's body as much time to heal as we can."
"I just..." Carol trailed off and squeezed Jess's hand a little harder as the doctor checked her vitals. "I want to be here for her," she said after a moment's indecision.
"And she knows that," the doctor agreed. "But if you run yourself into the ground watching over her, what would Ms. Drew say?"
Carol huffed out a laugh. "Sounds like you've met Jess before."
The doctor's mouth twisted up into a wry smile. "Once or twice." Her face softened. "Go home, take a shower, and get some sleep. If anything changes, we have your number." Without waiting for a response, she turned and left Carol alone with Jess.
"You better not die on me," Carol grumbled. "I still haven't paid your back for that dumb joke when you were babysitting me." She leaned in and brushed her lips softly against Jess's forehead. "I'll never forgive you if you die on me," she whispered. "Never."