TIFFANY'S POV:

"What are you doing?" I asked Justin as I followed Floyd into the doctors office, seeing him stop outside

"I'll wait out here," he informed me "let you and Floyd be told on your own."

"No, please don't." I begged "Please, I need you."

JUSTIN'S POV:

"Please, I need you."

Holding her hand out to me, I took it and let her lead me into the office. Sitting down by her side as she and Floyd sat took their seats, the doctor joined us a minute later…

"What is it, doctor?" Tiffany questioned

"Your mother's condition is rapidly deteriorating and we're struggling to stabilise it." he informed us

"What does that mean?" Floyd inquired

"It means she's dying, doesn't it?" Tiffany asked

TIFFANY'S POV:

"No, no it doesn't. She's not dying, she can't be!" Floyd proclaimed

"Floyd, calm down. Let's just let the doctor explain the situation." I begged

"Your sister's right, Mr. Westbrook," the doctor informed us "I'm afraid to tell you both your mother is dying and we're trying as best we can to stabilise her condition."

"So she's going to be in hospital until she, until she, goes?" I questioned

The doctor nodded his head… "We're going to do everything we can to make her final days as comfortable as we possibly can."

"How long does she have left?" I asked, pursing my lips together nervously, exhaling a breath I didn't know I'd been holding as Justin entwined his hand with mine

"We can't be sure until we get her condition stabilised." the doctor informed us

JUSTIN'S POV:

Tiffany, Floyd and I got a taxi back to the house from hospital, Floyd heading straight upstairs, his bedroom door slamming behind him as I shut the front door behind us…

"Tea?" Tiffany questioned

"I'll make it." I informed her "You go and sit down."

"I am capable of making a cup of tea, Justin." she admitted

"I know, but just let me, okay?" I inquired "Let me fulfil my promise to your Mum…"

"I don't need looking after…" she sighed "I don't. I'm okay."

"How long are you going to keep telling yourself that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her

TIFFANY'S POV:

"How long are you going to keep telling yourself that?"

I pursed my lips together as I felt the tears begin to sting my eyes. Sitting down at the breakfast bar, I covered my face with my hands and began to let the tears fall…

"It's okay," he whispered, pulling me into him "it's okay."

"How can you say that?" I asked through sobs "My Mum's dying, and there's nothing I can do to stop it."

"I will do everything I can to help you get through this, I promise." he informed me "You're not going to do this alone."

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned

"Doing what?" he inquired

"This," I replied "helping me, being there for me and comforting me. Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked

"I need you to tell me. I need to hear it. I need to hear you say it." I informed him

JUSTIN'S POV:

"I need you to tell me. I need to hear it. I need to hear you say it."

I cupped Tiffany's cheek in my hand, her head lifting and our eyes meeting. Moving my hand, I brought my thumbs up and wiped away her tears, gently pulling her face closer to mine, softly brushing my lips against hers…

"I love you." I breathed against her lips

TIFFANY'S POV:

"I love you."

I sighed contentedly and pressed my lips to Justin's again, winding my arms around his neck as I moved myself closer to him, moving myself off of the stool I'd been sat on to stand between his legs, pushing my body against his…

"I love you too." I informed him "I know I probably shouldn't but I do. I can't help it."

"Do you believe me?" he questioned "Do you believe me when I say I'm going to look after you and that you're not going to do this alone?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded my head… "I need to let work know the situation. You probably should too, see what your boss has to say. He might want you to go back to London, which you should."

"Didn't you hear me?" he asked "I'm going to be here for you and you're not going to do this alone. That means I'm not going back to London. I'm staying right here until you're ready to go back too."

I sighed and rested my forehead against his… "Thank you."

Poor Tiffany and Floyd; Allie's dying…