Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews/faves! It means so much to me! Also, listen to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol to give you more feels. The song will sound very, very familiar from a certain Grey's Anatomy episode... Also, I used a quote from Grey's Anatomy, so that belongs to Shonda Rhimes!

It had been a week since Kate stopped by. A week since Denny tried to tell me to leave. A week since we admitted to each other that we loved one another.

It had been a goddamn week and still, there was no sign of a new heart. No good news. Denny was getting worse. He tried to smile, to tease me like he usually did, but spending every minute with him for the past three months showed me that he, too, was believing that his time had finally run out.

Kate thought that it was best to show up to the hospital today to try and give Denny a "Get Well" card. She must have assumed that I wouldn't be here because the minute she saw me sitting at his bed, the look of surprise on her face was priceless.

"Oh, Jess…"

Denny looks over at me, sending me a warning glance. I knew he was telling me to calm down, to not get angry, but I couldn't help myself. Kate, of all people, was supposed to be the one person that should understand and stand by my wishes.

"What are you doing here, Kate?" I ask, trying to keep my anger at bay. Denny rests a hand over my own, squeezing it with little strength.

"I didn't – I wanted to give Denny a 'Get Well' card. I didn't know you'd be here," she says.

I arch a brow. "And why's that? Denny's my boyfriend. Why would I leave?"

I could tell she was trying to avoid the conversation. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine and instead, she settled for setting the card onto the table. She must have assumed that Denny talked to me about leaving. One thing she forgot about my personality was that when I put my mind to something, it was going to take a damn lot to change it.

"Jess…" She says.

"No, you know what? I don't like the fact that you have to go and talk to my boyfriend behind my back, trying to convince him that me leaving him would be a good decision, Kate. You don't know what it's like to be in love. You're with a new fucking guy every other week. What makes you think you have the right to talk to Denny about what's good for me and what isn't?!"

Denny tries to hold me back, but I shake my head. The past week had taken a toll on me and it wasn't helping that I had a front row seat to witness Denny's health diminishing.

Kate tightens her jaw and her eyes narrow.

"I'm trying to look out for you! You don't love him! You don't even know him! You have spent every second of your time taking care of him, Jess! How could you fall in love by doing that?"

I look at Denny, taking note that his eyes had fallen shut as if he didn't want to hear this conversation. My heart breaks and I reach over to rest my hand over his, offering him a comforting gesture.

I didn't need to raise my voice to get my point across.

"Kate… Why can't you be happy for me? I found him, okay? Remember all those late-night talks about finding my own Prince Charming? Well, he's here. I'm not going to let him go because you think it's what I should do. He's it, Kate."

"You're being stupid, Jess. He's going to die and I don't want to watch you sulk over a man you barely know!"

I take a deep breath. I shut my eyes. In that moment, I had enough. I had enough of other people telling me that I was stupid and naïve for falling in love with someone that had a fifty-fifty chance of survival.

"Get out," I tell her.

"Jess –"

"Kate, get the hell out. Tell Nate I'm not coming back."

"Jess –"

"You want to know why I love him, Kate?! Sex doesn't define a relationship, okay? You may be used to that, but I'm not going to let it be the major factor in my relationship with Denny."

Kate tightens her jaw, "Jess, sex is –"

"No, you listen, and you listen close, Kate. Denny… He is the best thing to ever happen to me. Is he sick? Yeah. Do I know if he'll make it out of this? No, but I'm willing to take that chance. He holds me every night, Kate. He wipes my tears away when I cry. He makes sure that I'm okay when I should be making sure that he is the one who is okay. He puts me first before anything, that includes his condition.

"We have been sitting in this hospital room for three months, Kate. In those three months, I come to realize that Denny is very competitive. He loves reading. He loves animals. He makes me laugh, Kate. There are days where it's hard and I don't know if we'll get through it, but at the end of the day, it's him that is holding me and reassuring me that everything will be okay.

"With those difficult days come the good days where I cherish even more. I hold onto the good days because it gives me a glimpse of what it will be like when Denny is healthy again. He tells me I'm beautiful when I know I'm a fucking mess. I see him smile and I know that all will be right in this world. He gives me that feeling. When I catch him staring at me, I blush. I feel those middle school butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

"But you know what else? Every night, he lets me rests my head against his chest. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat. And there have been nights where his head is resting against the crook of my neck. There have been nights where he is the one that cries, not because he's scared of dying, but because he's scared of losing me.

"How lucky am I to have found someone who is so caring, loving, and selfless that in the midst of his condition, he still wants to take care of me? So, do not talk to me about relationships when you have never felt what I am currently feeling. Now, get the hell out of this hospital room and don't come back."

I open the door for her, grasping the doorknob in a tight grip to the point that my knuckles begin to turn white.

Kate sighs, leaving the hospital room.

When I was alone with Denny again, I notice that he was staring at me. I slowly walk over to his bed, sitting at the edge of it as I look down at my lap. He reaches over to hook a finger under my chin, causing me to look over at him.

"Prince Charming, huh?" He asks.

I smile, "Figuratively speaking of course."

Suddenly, Denny's heartrate increases and the loud beeping sound from the machine filters the entire room. When I look at him, I notice that his breath was coming in short pants, his head was tilted back, and his eyes were shut tightly from the pain he was experiencing.

"Denny…? Denny!"

I look up at the machine – it was beeping much faster, faster than what was normal. I instantly run out of the room to call for help. I was grateful that Dr. Stevens and Dr. Burke was standing nearby.

"Denny? Can you hear me?"

"We've got to get his heartrate stabilized. His heart is beating too fast, Dr. Burke," Izzie says, looking over at Denny before her eyes move to me. My eyes were solely fixed on Denny, reaching out to grab his hand.

"Jess?" He whispered weakly.

"I'm right here, okay? I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

"Denny… We're going to send a serious of electric currents through your body. Hopefully the shocks will be enough to slow your heartrate back to normal," Dr. Burke says.

I glance over at the nurses who roll in the defibrillator. Dr. Stevens begin to prep the machine and I try to drain out the sounds of the constant beeping before I lean down to kiss Denny's forehead.

"I'm right here," I whisper.

His eyes open slowly to look at me, letting a weak smile line his lips.

"I know…"

"All right, Denny," Dr. Burke says, allowing the nurse to open his hospital gown to reveal his chest.

Denny's eyes had fallen shut and I release his hand only when Dr. Stevens yells, "Clear!"

When I hear the shock administer to his body, I watch as his upper half raises from the bed. His head tosses back and the sounds of his pain echoes in my ear.

"Again, Dr. Stevens," Dr. Burke orders.

I squeeze his hand before stepping back to let Dr. Stevens place the pads in the right places. With one last shock, Denny's agonizing scream causes tears to pool at my eyes. I stare at him and the sounds of the fast beeping finally ceases to a much normal one.

"Okay, Denny. We've got your heartrate stabilized. I will be back to check on you later." Dr. Burke stares at Denny for a few moments before nodding, allowing the nurses and Dr. Stevens to leave the room as well.

"Come 'ere," he mumbles.

Slowly, I walk over to him and he gently tugs on my wrist to gesture me to lie down with him. I instantly climb into the bed, curling against him as I quietly cry. It was finally making sense.

"I'm being selfish," I whisper, wiping my tears away.

"What?" Denny asks.

I look up at him, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I'm making you stay here when you want to be home, Denny. What type of person am I?"

He sighs, looking directly into my eyes.

"You're my girlfriend. You're the person who is giving me hope."

I shake my head, allowing my eyes to run over his features as if it was the last time I would see him. Tears slowly begin to leak out the corner of my eyes again. I bring a hand to his cheek, brushing my thumb against him as I feel his stubble gently tickle the pad of my thumb.

"Denny, if you want to go home… We'll go home. If you're tired, you don't have to do this anymore. I can't see you in pain any longer, Denny. If this is it, tell me…"

"Jess…"

"I love you too much to let you go through that again, Denny. So, if you want to go home, we will go home. If you want to stop the fight, I won't be angry. This isn't just about me. It never was."

Denny shakes his head, wiping away my fallen tears.

"You're right. It never was about you, but for the past three months, it stopped being just about me and it started being about us. You never lost hope when I wanted to quit, so it's my turn to do that for you. I'm fighting this damn thing, Jess. I will fight it until it takes my last breath and even then, I'm going to give it one hell of a challenge."

Quietly, I begin to cry, burying my face against his neck. It was moments like this that proved what I told Kate earlier. He would hold me until I was okay; Denny knew how much I loved being in his arms and that alone was enough to comfort me.

When I pull back to look up at him, his eyes were glassy. One of the things I loved about him was that he wasn't afraid to cry in front of me. Not many men could attest to that.

"Don't lose hope," he whispers.

"I won't… I just don't want to see you in pain anymore…"

"It's going to get worse before it gets better, Jess."

Later that night, Denny keeps his arms around me. It was as if he was afraid to let me go and I didn't mind one bit. Feeling his body heat and his arms around my frame reminded me that he was still here; he was still alive.

We were quiet for most of the night. There were a few pecks here and there, but we decided that the silence was enough to comfort the both of us.

Then I hear his voice. I lift my head only slightly to look up at him.

"Sex will be a major factor in our relationship though, right?" Denny asks, smiling teasingly.

"Dr. Burke just shocked your heart and all you can think about is sex?" I smile sadly, feeling his hand rest against my cheek.

He chuckles, "I love you, Jess."

"I love you too, Denny."