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He walked into the bedroom to see her still sleeping peacefully. Last night she'd been up vomiting and wasn't getting any better. The doctors gave her a couple of weeks but he prayed for a miracle. He prayed to all the saints, Jesus, Mary and God. He wanted her to get better…needed her to get better. When she had been first been diagnosed he held onto her as they both cried. She was his best friend and losing her would end his world. They took each day as is it came. He went with her to all the appointments and went to all the chemo sessions to sit with her. He had even moved into her apartment to help her out. He'd hold her as she vomited and smooth her hair as he soothed her tears and rocked her to sleep. It was unfair. What had she done to deserve this? 'Only the good die young' Billy Joel was right. She was good and dying. It wasn't that she was his best friend but he loved her with all his heart. After nearly watching her die in the Ari case had confirmed it. He needed her around to keep him on the straight and narrow. To kick his ass when he became too much, to calm him down when he was angry. He needed her to know how much he loved her. He sat and watched her for a while and started to pray.
"Lord,
Please keep Kate here on earth. I know I may not deserve it but I love her. That's got to be enough. Right? I need her. She's my best friend and my life. Please don't take that away from me."
A lone tear fell onto his cheek. He took one look at her then rummaged in his bag and took out his rosary beads and prayed once again.
"Tony…," she coughed, "Tony…"
She looked to her left and saw a sleeping Tony in the chair next to her bed. She smiled. Even after all they had been through, he still wouldn't sleep in her bed. She found it sweet that he didn't want to invade her privacy. She slowly rose of her pillow and touched his face. He opened his eyes and stared at her, getting lost in her warm brown eyes, staring straight into her soul.
"Hey, how long have you been awake?" he asked as he shifted in his chair.
"Not long. How long did you sleep tonight?"
He glanced at the clock on her bedside table, "Ummm, four hours…five maybe."
"Oh, Tony. You should really get some rest. What were you doing?"
He shifted his gaze to his feet, "I was praying," he replied, sheepishly.
"Tony, you don't have to do that for me."
"Yes, I do, Kate. It's the only thing that gives me hope. I can't lose you." He whispered.
Kate sighed. She wanted to spend her last few weeks of life having fun. Of course she didn't want to die but that's what was going to happen.
"Tony," she touched his cheek and pulled his face up.
His baby blue eyes were filled with tears, "Don't tell me it will be ok, Kate. It won't be ok. You're dying, Kate and that's not ok. It will never be ok."
"Oh, Tony." She sighed as she pulled him into a hug. She held him and soon found herself in tears. He was right. It would never be ok if she died. If she died it would tear his life apart.