After Tony was declared okay to go home, I still couldn't leave his side. I felt so guilty about what had happened to him, I just... couldn't leave him.

Although I could hardly stand him most of the time, that day, I didn't even notice how annoying Tony was. Maybe I'd fallen head over heels for him. If that was the case, I needed professional help right away.

Tony still felt sick. No matter what I did to try to make him feel better, he still felt just as bad. I'd almost given up, when Tony took my hand and made me sit beside him. I tried to pull away, but it was no use.

"Tony-"

"Kate, please, just... sit with me for a while." He put my hand to his chest. "Please?" I smiled and sat back. Tony laid his head on my shoulder, and we sat like that for a while. That is, until Tony moved his head lower, to my chest.

"Tony," I warned.

"Sh," Tony said softly, putting his finger to my lips, "I'm listening." I quieted down and dealt with Tony being so close to me.

"Listening to what, exactly?"

"That cute little sound you make when you breathe in. Your heartbeat." He smiled.

So did I. "Tony, you're so high."

"I am most definitely not, Katelyn."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. In fact, Kate, I still remember you and that wet T-shirt. That was hot."

"Hush, Tony. Not nearly as hot as you kissing that transvestite."

"Shut up, Kate. I was admiring you, and you went and insulted me. That's unacceptable. I'm telling Abbey when we get back."

"Well, I'll just tell her that you actually shoved your hands down my pants."

"You wouldn't."

"You wanna bet?"

Tony was silent after that, for a while.

"Kate?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For staying with me even though you could've died."

I smiled and ran my fingers through Tony's hair. "I was making sure you didn't harass that nurse we had." Tony let out a loud laugh, then lost his breath and shrank back into my chest again.

"Oh, Kate... I'm not as stupid as you think, you know. I know you stayed because you wanted to make sure I was okay, because you felt guilty."

I rolled my eyes, but I knew he was right. I did feel guilty, and I couldn't leave Tony's side until he was better again. Tony slipped out of my arms and took my hands in his. As I reluctantly followed Tony, I saw the hunger in his eyes. "Tony, no!" I squealed.

"No, what?" he asked innocently.

"I'm not sleeping with you! You're such a pig!"

Tony laughed and pulled me into his bedroom. "So we'll be sleeping side-by-side, big deal! It's not like I was going to take advantage of you, Kate. I may be crazy for-"Tony stopped suddenly.

"Crazy for what?"

"For you," he said softly, almost too softly to hear.

My eyes went wide. Had he really just said what I thought he had just said? He was crazy for me? Tony, the man who chased after women, was crazy for me? "Tony," I started.

"I'm sorry, Kate. I was totally out of line. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you should not have said that, Tony. But you did, and I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear you say it at all. Now lay down." I pointed to the bed.

Tony grinned his evil childish grin and dropped his pants, then peeled off his shirt.

"Tony, I said no."

"Relax, Kate. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just sleep better in... this."