Rose felt like she was in a tunnel, and she was trying to get out of it. Her body shook as her brain tried to turn itself back on. She was cold, but she was sweating. Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked. The room wasn't spinning anymore, at least not right now.

"Rosie?" Tommy's voice rang in her ears. She turned her head ever slow slightly, but stopped almost immediately. The room was spinning again. She swallowed hard.

"Jack," Rose whispered. She felt a cold washcloth on her forehead as her eyes closed again. "Jack." Then she was falling down a black hole. Someone was speaking above her, but it faded as she fell further. Finally, there was nothing but a dark silence.

...

"She'll be alright," Molly said. "It's just the shock." Tommy nodded, but didn't leave his cousin's side.

"I know," he replied. Molly stood up from the footstool. Tommy remained on the couch next to Rose.

"I'm going to make some coffee," Molly said abruptly. He simply nodded as she turned and walked back into the kitchen. Her hands shook the entire time. The telegram laid on the floor where it had landed after falling from Rose's hands. Thankfully Tommy had been close enough to catch her and take her to the couch.

Molly bent to pick it up. Again she forced herself to read the words. The words that broke her heart. And the words that Rose hadn't heard yet.

Still alive.

...

Rose began stirring again. A chill swept through her. And she opened her eyes and saw Tommy. "What happened?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"You fainted," Tommy replied, his voice thick with worry. "Easy," he told her as she slowly sat up. He held her shoulder, helping her steady herself.

She brought a hand to her face, and rubbed her forehead. "What happened?" she asked again. The phone on the table next to her rang, startling her. Then she remembered. "No," she said quietly, but firmly. Rose looked at Tommy, his face worsening her fears. She shook her head. "No. No, no."

"Rosie, you fainted before I finished reading the letter. Jack's not dead. He's very badly injured, but he's not dead." Rose sucked in a breath and stared at him. She couldn't think of anything to say. Tears just streamed down her face, blurring her vision.

Molly walked into the room. "That was Helga," she said sullenly. Rose and Tommy both turned to face her. "She just spoke with Fabri's mother. He was injured as well."

The three of them were silent for a few moments. Rose battled the nauseous feeling, keeping it at bay long enough to ask, "How badly are they hurt?"

...

The first thing Jack was aware of was that he was alive. And he knew he was alive because of the pain. The flesh on the left side of his back, starting from the nape of his neck, traveling down to his hips, and back up along the side of his body felt as it was being ripped off of him. His right leg throbbed, as if it was trying to escape the cast it was in. Slowly, he opened his eyes and blinked painfully.

How the hell did I survive that? He reached up to rub his face and regretted it. He'd hit a very tender spot. Jack flinched as his fingers traced the length of the gauge. It reached from right next to his ear down to chin.

Jack tried to think of how he could have survived. The last thing he remembered was trying to get through the door with Fabri. Oh God, is he alive? He jerked suddenly, causing immense pain to tear through him and he yelled out.

He didn't remember the prick of the needle in his arm, but he remembered the drugs flowing through his veins.

...

Helga paced her bedroom. She wanted so badly to drive to Molly's, but she couldn't see through her tears. Her hands shook so badly, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to steady the steering wheel.

Fabri and Jack were both hurt. She felt dizzy at the thought. Helga couldn't stop herself any longer, she needed to go be with her friends. Just as she grabbed her keys, there was a knock on her bedroom door. Rose pulled Helga into a hug the moment the door was opened.

"You okay?" Tommy asked. Rose looked at him. "I know, dumb question." He hugged Helga.

"It's okay," she muttered. "I'm just numb right now."

Rose walked with Helga to the couch and sat with her. "How bad?" she asked before she could lose her nerve.

...

Fabrizio groaned as he opened his eyes. Everything seemed so bright and hurt his eyes. Both of his arms were immobilized in casts and elevated. What the hell? He stared at his broken arms as the pain grew. Then it hit him.

"Oh good, you're awake." Fabri turned his head and saw a nurse standing beside his bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked, placing the stethoscope in her ears.

"Where am I?"

"Hospital." She placed the stethoscope to his chest. Fabrizio remained quiet as she listened to his heart. The moment she pulled the stethoscope from her ears, Fabri spoke again.

"Can you check the name Jack Dawson for me?"

…

The drugs ignited Jack's brain. The most vivid dream took over his mind. Rose was next to him. She stretched her arm across his chest, and her leg over his legs. Her hand was reached up and pressed against his neck. Jack turned his head and met her curls with a kiss.

Rose kissed his jaw and his cheek before he caught her mouth in a kiss. She kissed his eagerly, moaning into his mouth. Jack's arm reached around her and soon his fingers were tangled in her hair. Rose caught him off guard by grabbing his shirt and pulling him on top of her. Jack kissed her hard as she reached her arms around him. She ran her nails down his back

Jack screamed as if she was clawing the skin from his back. He tried to move away, but Rose didn't stop. The pain grew with each passing second.

"Get him something!" Jack heard someone yell. The images of his dream began to vanish. Rose was gone, but still the pain remained. He felt the needle that time, grateful for whatever came out of it. The pain began to ease and Rose came back into view.