The first thing Jack remembered when he woke up was that he could
feel his body again. He moved his toes and fingers about, before stopping
and talking aloud.
"Where's Rose?" His voice was raspy and his throat hurt. He looked from side to side, but was forced to look straight ahead again because of an excruciating headache. He closed his eyes.
"Where is she?" he whispered.
"Quiet now, sir." A woman's voice came from his left. He turned his entire body, using much of his limited energy to see where the voice was coming from. A pair of kind, brown eyes stared back at him.
"Where am I?"
"You're at the nurse's quarters on the Carpathia, sir. You just barely escaped death, consider yourself very lucky. You've got a nasty case of frostbite in your legs, but fortunately, I doubt either of them will need to be amputated."
"Where are the other passengers?"
"They're nearly finished shuffling them off, sir."
He tried to get up, but the pain from his head and limbs brought him down.
"Sir! You're in no condition to leave!"
"I have to find Rose. I have to find out if she's alive."
"Well, sir. I have the list of survivors right here. What's her name?"
"Rose DeWitt Bukater."
"Alright. Let me look under the Ds."
"Thank you."
"Sorry, sir. The only DeWitt Bukater I have listed is Ruth."
Jack became frantic, "Hockley, try Hockley." Maybe Rose had gone on and decided to marry Cal as a desperate decision. The blonde nurse checked the list again.
"Caledon Hockley, sir. That's the only one. Now, please, lie down. You've had a tough night, sir."
At that point, Jack just wanted to die. A tear slid down his cheek. Rose hadn't been alive after all. Then why wasn't she there? Why hadn't she been on the board? She had to be alive.
The nurse left the small room for a moment, and Jack looked around. There were two children lying in a bottom bunk, while a man lay on the top bunk. He caught sight of the list again, which the nurse had left. The papers had shifted themselves, and the D section was face up. He caught sight of his last name, there were around ten Dawsons, and Jack saw his first name, then froze when he noticed another name.
Rose Dawson.
Could it be true? Jack took the list with his pink fingers and stared. Rose Dawson. It had to be her. Jack cried tears of joy, and the nurse entered and asked what was wrong.
"She's alive, ma'am. She made it."
"Glad to hear it, sir. Please, lie back."
Jack obeyed and fell into a sleep knowing that his Rose was okay. He was going to find her. He loved her.
"Where's Rose?" His voice was raspy and his throat hurt. He looked from side to side, but was forced to look straight ahead again because of an excruciating headache. He closed his eyes.
"Where is she?" he whispered.
"Quiet now, sir." A woman's voice came from his left. He turned his entire body, using much of his limited energy to see where the voice was coming from. A pair of kind, brown eyes stared back at him.
"Where am I?"
"You're at the nurse's quarters on the Carpathia, sir. You just barely escaped death, consider yourself very lucky. You've got a nasty case of frostbite in your legs, but fortunately, I doubt either of them will need to be amputated."
"Where are the other passengers?"
"They're nearly finished shuffling them off, sir."
He tried to get up, but the pain from his head and limbs brought him down.
"Sir! You're in no condition to leave!"
"I have to find Rose. I have to find out if she's alive."
"Well, sir. I have the list of survivors right here. What's her name?"
"Rose DeWitt Bukater."
"Alright. Let me look under the Ds."
"Thank you."
"Sorry, sir. The only DeWitt Bukater I have listed is Ruth."
Jack became frantic, "Hockley, try Hockley." Maybe Rose had gone on and decided to marry Cal as a desperate decision. The blonde nurse checked the list again.
"Caledon Hockley, sir. That's the only one. Now, please, lie down. You've had a tough night, sir."
At that point, Jack just wanted to die. A tear slid down his cheek. Rose hadn't been alive after all. Then why wasn't she there? Why hadn't she been on the board? She had to be alive.
The nurse left the small room for a moment, and Jack looked around. There were two children lying in a bottom bunk, while a man lay on the top bunk. He caught sight of the list again, which the nurse had left. The papers had shifted themselves, and the D section was face up. He caught sight of his last name, there were around ten Dawsons, and Jack saw his first name, then froze when he noticed another name.
Rose Dawson.
Could it be true? Jack took the list with his pink fingers and stared. Rose Dawson. It had to be her. Jack cried tears of joy, and the nurse entered and asked what was wrong.
"She's alive, ma'am. She made it."
"Glad to hear it, sir. Please, lie back."
Jack obeyed and fell into a sleep knowing that his Rose was okay. He was going to find her. He loved her.
