"People keep staring at me," Naomi grunted, crossing her arms without the IV getting in the way. Of course people would stare. A pale girl with a rolling IV drip next to her and a hat on in this weather? "Ignore them,"Emily rubbed the top of her hand to calm her down. Stuck in an airport terminal in New York. It was disappointing. Emily had it all planned out in her head. Fast flights. Easy travel. No problems. Besides the damned storms that were happening over the west coast. Naomi didn't have much time to waste sitting out in the open like this. Even her doctors advised she shouldn't travel so soon, yet here they were, four hour delay waiting impatiently.

"Wish we could explore the city," Naomi spoke regretfully, feeling like she was holding Emily back yet again. She didn't want to be that bother, especially back where Emily loved it most. "It's not that great," Emily tried to cheer her up but the look on Naomi's face said otherwise. "You babbled about this place for hours and now it's 'not that great'?" She mocked, wielding a small smile so Emily knew she was being sarcastic. "Tell me about it," Naomi beckoned and put her heavy head onto Emily's shoulder for comfort. "You've heard it all though? Every piece?" Naomi didn't care. She wanted to memorize every rasp, tone, and piece of Emily's voice. Her depressive side oddly showing at this hour wasn't all too common.

"Fine. Just because we have four hours and you look sleepy. Bed time story and such," Emily smiled linking her arm with Naomi's so she was closer. "You know it all. The city that never shuts the fuck up. Long nights ringing you on Skype, oh, and the occasional homeless man asking me for change on the street. You know me, handed over all I had," Emily shook her head. Naomi wasn't responding. Her brow furrowed and she leaned her head forward to see. She was fast asleep already. It wasn't fair. They were sat on uncomfortable chairs. She was hooked up to a fucking tube in the middle of a fucking airport. Emily kissed Naomi's cheek, hopefully that would cause some sort of comfort, but not even a budge. Emily knew she'd be tired, extra treatment before she left, but something didn't feel right in the pit of her stomach.

"Naomi… Naoms… wake up… Naooooomi," her eyes cracked open. Everything around her was still blurry. It never took this long for her eyes to adjust. "Come on, sleepy head, our plane's ready. They bumped us to business class. More room, extra pillow." Emily helped her up but Naomi didn't speak. She was too fatigued to even say a word, which was noticed too soon. Emily snagged a wheelchair and Naomi groaned. "I'm not a cripple!" She bellowed but she reluctantly sat in the chair. "Don't waste your energy," Emily said sheepishly before wheeling her off into the correct terminal.

First on the plane, due to medical purposes, it was nice. The two had their own seats next to each other, no one in the middle since she had to keep her drip going. "Fucking, lovely," Naomi crossed her arms and sat back angrily. "What's wrong?" Emily stared over, realizing how tired she was. She hadn't slept once; her time was spent keeping an eye on Naomi while she dozed off. The doctors told her what to look for: rapid breathing, cold sweats, vomiting, and shaking. Not like she hadn't seen it all before. She was worried. Naomi already had a headache from the pressure of the last plane, this flight was supposed to be even longer. "I hate flying. I hate the itchy seats, the tiny blankets, and the in flight movies. Why would I want to watch a comedy about a taxi driver? Who the hell cares!?" Naomi dropped her hands to her lap. She had been annoyed since they left the UK. "You'll be asleep this whole flight, I guarantee you." Emily yawned between her words.

She didn't mean to, but Emily dozed off during the first few minutes of the terrible in flight movie. No matter how much she tried to stay up to watch over Naomi, it was inevitable. She hadn't slept in almost 24 hours. A sudden shake on her arm rustled her eyes open in a panic. Naomi looked pale. Her breathing harder. "Fuck, f-fuck, w-what's wrong?" Emily stuttered and unbuckled her belt to turn to her side. "Panic attack? Do you need to-" Before she could finish Naomi puked. Not much, unfortunately it disturbed a lot of passengers around them but it wasn't their problem. The yellowish bile sat on her sweats and Emily hit the call button above them. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay." She rubbed Naomi's back while she breathed in even beats."Breathe, Naoms, breathe," Emily half hugged her, mostly to protect from the judging looks from across the plane. "Will you fuck off!" She turned to the man glaring behind his book.

The attendant arrived, holding towels and a few bags incase there was another accident. "Sorry, she's…"The woman nodded. "My sister was the same way." The woman clarified, knowing at least something about cancer or just flying sickness. Emily thanked her and let Naomi sit back while holding her tears. She knew she hated getting sick, especially in public. Not like she could control it, but Emily still felt terrible. If she could shield her away from everyone on the plane she would. "How's your head?" She asked while dabbing away the watery residue. Naomi sniffed and touched her damp forehead. "Like an elephant shat on my brain," she swayed until the back of her head touched the seat. "I'm hot," Naomi's voice cracked. She was trying to hold back. "Let me get the medication, did you wear shorts under these?" Emily peered near the elastic of the sweats and Naomi nodded. "Take these off, I'll give you my blanket. Stay here," Emily slid off the seat and undid the latch at the top compartment.

The plane sounded and the fashion seatbelt sign blinked until it hit a solid light. An attendant that was making her way through the cabin tapped Emily's shoulder. "Ma'm, I'm going to have to ask you to sit. The light is on." Emily shook her head, glancing at Naomi, who was obviously breaking out into a fever. "Look, my girlfriend is sick and I need to get her medication," Emily glared and the woman crossed her arms. "The light is on, Ms." She shook her head sighing until the woman wouldn't leave. "She's got fucking cancer, do you really want me to sit down and watch her get sick on her trousers again," Emily called and the passengers stared. Naomi moved her face until her forehead was plastered to the plane window. The attendant huffed and walked away, while Emily finally got a good second to grab the box of medication to help with the fever.

She sat and popped the three pills into the coil of her hand, grabbing the small cup of water right after."Here, take this. Fever will go down and you'll fall right asleep," Emily bumped her hand against Naomi's arm but she didn't budge.

"Naoms…" Emily stared, seeing her blinking through the reflection of the window. She sighed. "I hate when you get like this," she whispered. Naomi rubbed under her red, raw eyes and sniffed. "Like what? Like this? Sick. Ill. Oh, how about dying?" Naomi pressed her hot head against the cold plastic. "No, not like that,"Emily's voice turned raspy while she whispered. They didn't need to cause another scene on this plane."Stubborn. Hopeless. Not willing to take your medication," Emily's voice turned more soft. She wasn't going to yell at her for this. "What's the point…" Naomi muttered. Then, in a second, Emily felt her heart breaking. She had heard Naomi say it before; 'what's the point, I'm dying anyway. There's no use. Why bother?' but this time sounded different. Most of the time her knack for sarcasm hit the fan and Emily was able to roll her eyes. Not now. Naomi was serious. The tone of voice. The weak desertion of hope. Her heart sped up looking over at her. A girl that's lost all hope before hope even arrived.

"The point?" Emily's voice shook unintentionally. "I love you, that's the point. A lot of people love you. And the only way for you to not be in pain right now, is to take these." Emily opened her palm again showing the multicolored medical capsules. Naomi didn't even turn around; she just shook her head slowly against the window. Normally, Emily would push this, but now it seemed rather pointless. Her hand clasped around the pills and she moved away, staring straight ahead at the seat design in front of her. Was this her giving up too? She maintained her breathing and placed the pills back in the box. Emily set it in the seat in front of her, just in case Naomi changed her mind, but it didn't seem likely. Stubborn as she was, this was something new entirely. She didn't even turn around. There were six more hours left on this flight. Emily couldn't sleep now. She couldn't sit next to her girlfriend that was in a clear amount of pain she couldn't move. Naomi looked as if she didn't want to be touched, so Emily responded as normal. Keeping to her mind. Not asking if anything was wrong unless Naomi reached out. Six more hours. Just six more hours and they could have their hope again.