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Tony was surprised that she was awake, but the second he started to cry, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to stop. There was so much he needed to get out. Michelle put her arms around him and pulled him to the top of the bed. He had closed his eyes and was sobbing uncontrollably. She laid him on his back, lying on her side and stroking his hair and face, kissing his face as well. She whispered words of comfort to him.

"Could we get some water please," Michelle said after a couple of minutes, looking at the mirror.

"No Michelle," Tony said in between sobs, "I don't want anybody to see me like this."

"Okay," she said, as he turned on his side to face the wall, "Okay."

She turned into a sitting position so that she was facing the door, keeping her hand on his side. When the door opened she stood up and met the man with the glasses and pitcher of water at the door.

"Thank you," she said with a nod.

"No problem," he said, closing the door.

She carried the water over to the bed and placed it on the floor. She poured him a glass of water before dipping a small towel they had given them into the pitcher. She turned him onto his back and started wiping the sweat and tears off his face with the towel, brushing the water over his red face. He was flushed and she could tell he was probably over heated so she knew the cold water would feel good on his face. She climbed over him and laid on her side again, this time with her back to the wall, still wetting his face. Her elbow pressed into the bed as she laid her head on her hand. She began to whisper comforting words to him, kissing his eyelid, cheek, forehead. She dropped her hand from her head, relaxing her arm as she placed it above his head, stroking his hair gently, still propping herself up to the side of him.

"Sweetheart, it's going to be okay. You were so courageous yesterday; I was so proud of you. You can't keep doing this baby, taking blame for the things that went wrong. It was out of your control; you didn't choose to be put in that situation. Oh God Tony there were so many times yesterday I thought I was going to lose you. I think I nearly fainted when I heard you had been shot in the neck. I need you to know how much I love you, and that I will stand by you forever, no matter what happens. Oh sweetheart," she said, kissing his face.

Tony put his hand over his eyes, trying to hide some of the tears still spilling out of them.

"Baby above all people you can't hide this from me; don't shut me out. I'm here; I'm not going anywhere," she said, stroking his hair and kissing him under his eye.

She wiped a tear away with her fingers, next dabbing the back of his neck with the wet towel. He sat up and hugged her tightly, crying into her shoulder, crying for everything and everyone. Michelle put her hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair gently and whispering 'I love you' in his ear over and over again. She slipped around the back of him and put her arms around his neck, body facing forward so that she was sitting to the side of him but facing him. He seemed to be calming down slightly, and when she put her feet on the floor, facing the door, he laid his head onto her lap, tears still trickling down his face, features displaying a grief, an enormous amount of pain. She stroked his head and told him that it would be okay, gazing at him lovingly. Finally, his crying softened, and he closed his eyes for a second, relaxing them. She noticed when he opened them that they were bloodshot, and she was barely able to contain the tears that had been threatening to overflow for awhile now. But she kept it together so that she could take care of him; he needed her right now, they needed each other. He tried to speak, but as he was slightly hoarse, his words escaped his mouth in only a whisper.

"I love you."

A tear dropped from her face, and it seemed to take an eternity for it to hit his. He sat up a little and wiped the next one for her, kissing her very softly on the lips.

"I love you too," she said softly, placing her hand on his, his fingers wrapping themselves around hers. "Sweetie we're going to get through this," she said firmly.

He nodded slightly, tears silently streaming down his face. Again she wiped them away with her hand. Tony had calmed down, had become quieter, but Michelle could see the pain still reflected in his eyes. They were both so tired; crying had taken a lot out of Tony, and he seemed emotionally drained. Michelle knew that he was not always the best at opening up; she herself had only seen him really brake down a couple of times, and most people if not everybody besides her, had never seen him cry. He sat against the wall, and Michelle came and leaned up against him. Even though they were sitting up, they both were able to drift off, Tony's arms around her, hers holding onto his, both refusing to let go, stuck in an embrace of everlasting love.