Michelle pulled the blanket that rested over her body down slightly to cover her legs. She was lying in the back seat of the car with her head resting on Tony's lap. Tony helped her to move the blanket to where she wanted it, and she looked up at him with gratitude. Jack was driving, and since they had just left the hospital she was only wearing a hospital gown. Tony knew she felt slightly self-conscious and didn't want Jack to see her bare legs. Secretly he was also wondering if she was covering up from him as well. He quickly put the thought out of his mind and played with her hair.

It was thin - much thinner than he remembered it and the curl was almost completely gone. It had been messily cut short and its color was dull. She noticed him surveying her hair and shied away from him. He ran his fingers over her forehead and whispered to her. She relaxed and closed her eyes.

Tony caught Jack's gaze in the rearview mirror and gave him a small smile. Jack turned back to the road, trying his best to get his friends home as quickly as possible. He turned down a side street and slowly pulled to a stop. Without hesitation Jack stepped out of the car and opened the rear door. He sat Michelle up so that Tony could move out of the car. Tony stood behind Jack as he pulled Michelle carefully out of the back and stood upright, holding her fragile body limply in his arms. He turned around and handed Michelle to Tony, moving her arms to her lap. Tony followed his friend up the driveway to the front door.

Jack opened the door for Tony and smiled at him. "Good luck." he wished.

"Thanks Jack." he whispered appreciatively. Jack nodded and grabbed Michelle's hand.

"I'll see you Michelle." he spoke into her ear. She curled her lips into a weak smile and tried to squeeze his hand. He griped her hand delicately and kissed her on the cheek.

Tony carried his wife into the house and looked around. The furniture was all in the same place. Nothing had been touched. Everything felt like it had that morning when they left. He quickly turned towards the living room and ascended the stairs. He turned right at the top of the stairwell and walked quickly into the bedroom. He laid his wife on the bed and caressed her face with his fingers.

"Do you want to take a bath?" he asked her, pulling the blanket from her shoulders and throwing it on a chair in the corner of the room.

"Tony," she sighed. "I don't have the strength."

"That's okay." he whispered. He laid her back on the bed and strode over to the bathroom. He ran the water in the bathtub and started rifling through the cabinets, looking for the bath soaps Michelle always loved to put in. He finally found some and poured them into the warm water, testing the temperature and making sure it wasn't too hot.

"Tony," Michelle breathed, trying to call to her husband. "Tony!" she cried, barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath and tried one more time. "Tony," she yelled.

Tony heard her and ran into the bedroom. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She ran her hands through his hair.

"I just wanted to see you." she replied. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

"I'm so glad baby. I'm so glad."