(No One's POV)
Elizabeth slept most of the day now, but even when she woke up, she was very out of it. Through it all, Jack was right by her side. He quit his job as Constable Mounty Jack and spent his days holding Elizabeth's hand praying she'd be alright.
It was Sunday, which meant that the pastor would swing by Abigail's after church. There, he, along with Abigail and Jack, would pray for Elizabeth.
Jack was rubbing Elizabeth's hand, when she began to stir. Jack smiled as Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at him. "I love you." He kissed her on the forehead and then held up three fingers. "Three days." Before the disease got too bad, Elizabeth told Jack that she always wanted to be informed on how long she'd been asleep for.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and smiled a little. "Thanks."
A tear fell from Jack's cheek. "It's Sunday. Pastor Hogan will be here soon."
"Marriage." Elizabeth squeezed Jack's hand softly.
"What? Elizabeth, I don't understand."
"Let's...get...married."
Jack was thrown off guard by that. "Now? Today?"
Elizabeth opened her eyes a little bit and squinted to focus on Jack. "Yes."
So that's what happened. Pastor Hogan went slow, Elizabeth would doze off for a moment here and there.
"Do you, Jack Thornton, take Elizabeth Thatcher to love, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
With tears in his eyes, and Abigail standing nearby crying tears of happiness and hurt for the two of them, Jack answered.
"I do, forever and always."