I fell by the toilet in just enough time, I was sick for fifteen minutes straight. I shivered as I tried to stand but finally I felt Molly's warm hand rubbing my back in soothing circles. I was thankful, but regretfully, I was hoping she wouldn' have benn woken up to puking, escpecially as she was so comfortable in our warm bed. It was the middle of Winter and we were both freezing. I tried to stand, but this chemo was taking its tole on me and I didn't think I could handle much more. Molly removed her hand and finally she helped bring me to my feet. I smiled at her though my eyes were droopy and sad. She just gave a motherly smile back and grabbed my elbow with one arm and linked our tigether with the other, leading me back to my bed. I slipped in the covers and shivered rubbing my hand with the less and less hair I now had. Molly turned to me on her elbow and grabbed my hand, squeezing it slightly, she spoke. "Arthur, we're going to get through this, you know?" I nodded feebly and put my hand to my aching head. "I love you Mollywobbles." "I love you more Arthur," she replied as she turned on her other side to go to bed. I stared up at the ceiling for awhile, just wondering. Wondering about things that were completely and utterly, out of my control....But I sighed, and decided to state my fears, molly would understand, besides, she had told me she'd rather me tell her anything then find out by something or someone else. "Molly?" She sniffled, I'd probly scared her, she was most likely half asleep already. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile. "Yes, Arthur?"