Chapter Two

It was evening when Rose had awaken from her dreamless slumber. When she awoke, she sat upright and rubbed her eyes in attempt to awaken them from her sleep. When her eyes were open, she covered her mouth and yawned quietly. She turned and found that Jack was still unconscious. He just lay there, still and motionless. The only movement made by his body was his breathing, which caused his chest to rise and fall with every breath he took. Rose sighed as she looked around, finding numerous amount of survivors sitting upright or lying motionless; like Jack.

Rose still felt cold from the previous night, but blankets wouldn't solve the problem. The coldness would stay with her until the day she left this earth. She witnessed over fifteen hundred people perish on that night. Fifteen hundred innocent people, who deserved to live a long life. Rose knew that she'll never forget Titanic for as long as she lived, and she knew it would haunt for the next few days. Rose saw the same nurse that helped her with the bed arrive with a new hot cup of tea in her hands.

"I saw you wake up, so I thought that you might want to drink this." The nurse said, handing her the cup. Rose gladly took it and took a few quiet sips before placing it on the small table beside her. "My name is Annabelle Johnson. I'm a voluntary nurse here." Rose gave her a small smile. Annabelle had brown hair, which was curly as her own, and she had dark blue eyes, which illuminated her beauty. She was about her height, maybe an inch taller and she had a nurses uniform on, with a small hat on top of her hair, which was pulled back in a loose bun.

"I'm Rose." Rose said. Rose what? You can't say DeWitt-Bukater. If you do, sure enough, Mother and Cal would force you back to first class. Rose thought to herself. She then turned back to Jack's motionless figure and a smile played across her lips. "Rose Dawson." Rose smiled brightly, for the first time since the Titanic sank.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Dawson." Annabelle said, smiling.

"Please call me Rose." Rose insisted.

"Okay, as long as you call me Annie." Annabelle said.

"Okay, Annie." Rose smiled. I guess I met a brand new friend. A friend for Rose Dawson. The new and improved woman.

"We'll dock in New York in a few days." Annie announced. "If you have no place to stay whatsoever, you may join me in my apartment." Rose smiled.

"I'd like that, thank you very much." Rose smiled happily, knowing that she had just made a good friend. Annie smiled and turned to Jack. She checked up on him and added a few more blankets on him. Rose just watched her work. She just couldn't help but notice how pale Jack's face looked at that moment. His face looked lifeless, as if he had no life on his body. The only proof that showed that he was alive was his breathing. Rose closed her eyes and just sat there, her head against the wall, as she hoped that Jack would live. That she would be able to see his blue eyes again and his bright smile on his face. "H-how is he?" Rose asked. She watched as Annie straightened up and turned to her.

"Well, seems to me that he has a small case of hypothermia." Annie said. "He should wake up by the time we dock. In my opinion, he should be. I'm not really sure, since I'm only a voluntary nurse. The doctor will be here shortly to check up on him and the other survivors." As if on cue, Rose saw a man dressed in a doctor's coat arrive with a clipboard. He went towards Annabelle.

"Miss Johnson, what's new today?" The doctor asked, flipping through the medical charts.

"Well, there are about a few survivors who have hypothermia. Most of them are unconscious." Annabelle said. "This gentleman here, I suppose he has hypothermia, but I'm not quite sure. He hasn't woken up yet, and his temperature is quite low for an average male." She referred to Jack, who lay there unconscious with about five blankets on top of him. Rose just stared at the doctor, hoping that he will give her good news. Hoping that he'll tell her that Jack will be alive and healthy. She watched as the doctor examined Jack. Rose closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

"Are you his loved one?" The doctor asked. Rose opened her eyes and found that the doctor was talking to her. She swallowed and nodded.

"I-is he going to be all right?" Rose asked.

"We'll have to find out when he wakes up, dear." The doctor said. "Hopefully it'll be in a few days." Rose sighed as she leaned back on the metal headboard of the bed. The doctor moved onto the next survivor. Rose felt Annie take a seat on her bed, as she held her hand.

"Rose," Annie said. At the mention of her name, Rose looked down at Annie. "Your husband is going to live. I'm sure of it." Rose smiled at the thought of Jack as her husband. She hoped that someday, she will be Mrs. Jack Dawson. That is, if Jack wakes up from his slumber.

"I sure hope so." Rose said, taking a glance at Jack. She sighed. "Mind if I got out on deck to get some fresh air?" Rose asked, really wanting to have some fresh air.

"Of course. But I have to ask you to be back here in an hour. You're still pale as a ghost, and I don't want you fainting out there." Annie said. Rose smiled and nodded.

Annie smiled back and watched as Rose got up and slowly made her way towards the door. She opened it and went out on deck for her fresh air. Annie sighed as she got up and went to care for the other survivors who were awake.