You and Tom had been dating for almost two years now. You met on the set of a movie where you were there to interview some of the crew about what it was like to shoot a film in your hometown. You bumped into each other on set and hit it off instantly. After only spending a few weeks together he had asked that you move back to London with him once shooting was over. You wanted to scream yes, but you couldn't even think about it. You had to tell him that you had Cystic Fibrosis and had to stay here because of the care you needed from your doctors.

You didn't tell many people about your CF, only those who absolutely needed to know. But you just felt so safe with, Tom.

Instead of running away, like your last relationship, he said he would move to the states. You tried to explain the seriousness of your condition and how you didn't want to put him through that, but he insisted. A month later he moved in with you. He kept his flat in London as a vacation spot. Your two year anniversary was in a month and that's where you planned on spending it. You were starting to feel ill, so you decided it might be a good idea to go into the hospital for a 'tune-up' so that you could feel well for your ten days of vacation in London.

Your need for hospital stays were beginning to get more frequent. It was starting to worry you, but it was worrying Tom more. You tried your best to act fine so as not to worry him more, but that was becoming increasingly difficult to do.

TOM

You sat on the couch in the den, reading a book. Shakespeare of course. Waiting to hear Jane get up so you could start cooking dinner. This afternoon she was falling asleep writing her article for the Newspaper. You had encouraged her to finish up this evening and to go take a nap. She was stubborn at first, but her lids drooped while she was arguing and she eventually gave in. Grumbling as she mozied down the hall into the bedroom. She was looking rather rough these past few days, exhausted, pale, and it seemed as though she got thinner by the day. She has always been a tiny little thing. Barely 5ft and only 95 pounds, but it seemed as though she was almost disappearing each day. You hoped she would make the decision to go into the hospital soon so that she would be better for London. The last thing you wanted was her sick and in a strange hospital in London for your two year anniversary. You hated seeing her this way, and as it becomes more frequent, you can't help but worry. Wishing that there was something you could do. You heard the bedroom door open and her little feet stumble down the hall. You set down your book, looking at her as she rounds the corner. She gives you a weak smile, sleep still heavy in her eyes. She makes her way to the couch sitting down next to you and lying her head on your shoulder. You give her a kiss on top of her head. "Feeling better, love?" She gives a sigh and shakes her head. Her voice quiet. "Not really. I think I should call Dr. S and set up an admission for next week. I don't want to spend our vacation in bed." You give a whine. "Aaww but I do!" She smacks the top of your knee. Despite her tiny hands, it really stung. "I knew you were going to say that!" She giggled, which turned into a coughing fit. She leaned forward, her body spasming with violent coughs. You rub her back gently. You hated when she had a coughing fit. You always felt so helpless, and always a hint of panic that she may not catch her breath. Once she's done, she leans back taking deep breaths. You squeeze her in tight. "Ok now? I agree with your decision, I want you to feel well." She just sits against you quiet. She always got upset after deciding to go into the hospital. Thankfully you've been able to figure out a way to make her feel better. "Jane, why don't you go and take a nice hot shower and relax some. I'll go and cook supper." She doesn't say anything, just looks up to give you a kiss before leaving the couch, making her way to the shower. Once you hear the water run you go into the kitchen to get started on cooking her a meal.

JANE

Tom always knew what would make you feel better. You start to feel better as soon as the hot water rains down on you. You just stand there, not even really thinking, just enjoying the feeling of your muscles relax. Your muscles get so tense from the spasms from coughing. You suddenly realize the water turning cold, how long have been in there? You turn off the water and hop out. You wrap a towel around yourself, but not before catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You let out a gasp and the towel drops to the floor. You've never seen yourself so thin. You pull out the scale from under the sink and step on. 84 pounds. You sink to the floor, crying.

You've never hit that low. You have lost 11 pounds in a little over two weeks. How was that even possible? You've been eating high calorie and high fat. Tom always makes sure he makes you calorie rich foods. What do you do? Can I really wait to go into the hospital next week? Or will I lose another 5 pounds? You hear a knock on the door.

"Darling? Are you ok?"

You wipe the tears from your eyes and try to make your voice sound even.

"Yes. I'll be right out."

"Alright, I hope you're hungry!" And he walks back down the hall.

You know you need to tell him. You need to call Dr. S tomorrow and figure out what he wants you to do about this. You take another minute to pull yourself together and then get dressed. You run a brush through your hair and put on a pair of sweatpants and a Avengers sweatshirt that belonged to Tom. You're swallowed in it. You make your way down the hall to the smell of bacon and the sound of Tom singing 'Bear Necessities'.