A/N: And again, I wanted to write a story just like this... I don't know how it will turn out to be, but at least, like I always say, I tried :). One-shot, short story from Amandas POV. Jamanda (So, John and Amanda, but the pairing name doesn't sound really cool... So, just John and Amanda.). ENJOY!

Disclaimer: GOD DAMMIT! Why don't I own Saw yet...? I would DIE to own John Kramer, or Amanda Young or Mark Hoffman! But... I don't, okay... Damn...

Amanda sat in the chair, looking at John. He was asleep. She smiled. He was so beautiful when he was asleep.

She would have never thought she would fall in love with a serial killer, but now she had, it felt like she hadn't done different.

He awakes.

"He made it through the freezer room. He tried to save her." She was talking about Jeff. About that naked woman in the freezer room who witnessed the accident in which Jeffs son died. It was terrible, miserable, just as miserable as it was to be in love with someone who doesn't sees it.

"There are... some things... I need you to do for me. In my desk, in the center drawer... an envelope... with your name on it."

She didn't heard what he said. She only thought about the thought that he would die soon, and that there was absolutely no cure. It was too much for her.

"She's gonna do a procedure on you." She said. He just nodded.

"Yeah."

"To relieve the pressure on your brain." Again, he just nodded.

"Yeah."

"To help with the headaches." Then, it became too much for her. She threw the words of fear out of her, shocked when she said them.

"I can't do this...", and she put her head in her hands.

He turned over.

"Amanda. You can. You can. You're stronger, now. And I believe in you."

Those words made her feel butterflies in her stomach. He really cared about her, and he believed in her. He was the only one who understood her.

She thought about Lynn. About that fucking doctor who needed to be there. If she wasn't there, she and John would've been alone. Of course, John would be more dying than he was now. But at least they could've been alone.

"You chose her 'cause she's the best, right?" He smiled.

"That's one reason I chose her." She didn't get that line. But she didn't want to get it. He smiled at her and that's all that mattered.

A/N: So... What did you think? Good? Bad? I know, a lot of people already made such stories as this one, but I really needed to add one myself :). So, please review, and thanks for reading!