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Chapter 8: Downhill

The pneumonia is gone but Cruz is still very, very sick with cancer, none of the medication is helping and no donors have come forward yet.

Tears slid down Cruz's face burning her cheeks. Her face blazed red with fever but she shivered underneath the heavy covers.

A nurse came regularly to check her temperature and on last check it had been 104.6.

Bosco sat beside her in a chair, he was exhausted, last night had been a rough night and he'd stayed awake not wanting to leave Cruz alone.

She looked terrible, she only weighed 100 pounds. Her skin was pasty and pale and her hair was thin. She was shaky and except for her cheeks she was almost colorless.

Cruz leaned over; coughing harshly and Bosco's heart lurched as he watched her suffer. Even being this sick she still looked beautiful to him.

The doctor came up behind him and gently touched his shoulder "Can I speak to you for a minute?"

Bosco nodded assuring Cruz he would be back soon and followed the doctor out into the hall.

"Mr. Boscorelli, I'd like to move Ms. Cruz into a palliative care unit"

Bosco's head wasn't clear enough to catch on "Why?"

The doctor sighed "Mr. Boscorelli, I think we're into the last week"

Bosco's heart fell to his knees and he turned slamming his fist into the wall

"Damn it! It's not fair, what did she do to deserve this!" He slumped down to the floor sobbing

"Fine," he said softly "Move her"

He stayed against the wall until the doctor had left. He slowly pushed himself up and walked into Cruz's room. When she saw him she turned her head away, the tears gathering in her eyes

"I know Bosco, I'm sorry"

He sat down on her bed and took her hands "Maritza, don't apologize none of this is your fault." She sat up and put her arms around him

"I love you Bosco" He turned, burying his head in her hair, breathing it in, capturing her scent. Letting his tears fall he knew she was crying. He could feel her tears running over his shoulder.

When he let go of her the doctor came in "Ms. Cruz, we're ready to move you. We've found a private room."

Cruz swallowed hard and leaned back in the bed "I'm ready"

They wheeled her down the hall into the palliative care unit and into her new room. It was nicer then her last one had been. She figured they tried to make it nicer here.

When the doctor left Bosco came and sat next to her. Her eyes were half closed "Bosco, I'm so tired" Bosco rubbed his hand on her cheek

"It's ok, go to sleep" he said. But as her eyes closed his heart leaped Just don't forget to wake back up.

(A/N) well this chap was very sad for me to write anyways just so you know palliative care unit is where you go when you're in the process of dying.