A/N: Ok so we were left off when Marie passed out and I know every single one of you wants them all to live. This is the chapter that will decide it all…the fate of these two people…oh man now I sound like some form of Shakespeare. I'm done just read the chapter, or don't.

"Miss? Miss? Please respond." Some man's voice was echoing in my ears.

My head felt heavy and I couldn't move my leg around, for it seemed to be confined in something.

"W…where's Jack?" I asked opening my eyes a crack.

"Who's Jack?" The voice replied.

I opened my eyes a bit more and was staring at a man with a mustache. I was on solid floor was a bunch of other people.

"I gotta find Jack." I mumbled starting to get up only to fall because of my broken leg that was in a cast.

"Miss please sit down and I'll find this person for you." He said pushing down gently on my shoulders forcing me to sit.

I gave the man a brief description of Jack and he went among the people searching for the man I had described for him. A maid came by and offered me a bowl of soup, but I denied her. She left the bowl by my feet and turned to tend to the others.

A few moments later the man came back, his face expressionless but his eyes filled with sorrow and grief.

"Miss I found the man you're looking for. He's right next to the fireplace, but he doesn't look good. His body doesn't seem to want to warm up."

Without waiting for his help, I got up using the wall's support and made my way over to the fireplace. I nearly lost my balance when I saw him, skin as blue as the sea and shivers running up and down his spine.

I scooted over to him and took off the blankets from my back and heated them up near the fire. Once they were hot I took the others off Jack and put the warm ones on. While I waited for the process to repeat, I kept him close to me, to share off my warmth.

When he started to hyperventilate I called for someone.

"Stand back miss, we'll take it from here." Another man said and took Jack away.

I watched as they disappeared through the doorway, everyone's eyes seemed to be drilling a hole in my stomach. Mustering up courage, I made my way out of the room and followed the men.

They went into a room and shut the door. I sat down on the cold floor and waited, wondering, waiting. Minutes passed by, or was it hours? I don't recall. However long it was, it seemed to take an eternity for the men to come out.

"Well how is he?" I demanded getting up using the wall.

One of the men turned and pulled off his cap. He ran his hand through his darkened hair and didn't look me directly in the eye.

"Well…Miss…we think he might…die." He answered truthfully.

Tears swelled up in my eyes and I burst into the room. It must have been an empty guest room for Jack was lying on a couch. I sat down on the opposite couch and stared at him.

"Oh Jack…this is my fault…all mine. I never should have gotten us tickets to another ship."

I dropped my head into my hands and tears plopped from my eyes and onto the hardwood floor, making a small puddle.

A puddle of pain and sorrow.

My sides heaved in and out and I couldn't hold back the pain I was feeling.

"Come Josephine, my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes." I sang to myself.

I got up off the couch and sat on the one with Jack. I kissed the top of his cold forehead and took his hands.

"I promised you I would never let go and I won't Jack, I won't."

I was on the couch for a long time, never releasing Jack's hands. Occasionally he would cough or hyperventilate but that was all. I thought it would be like the Titanic, and he would wake up soon, but he never did.

"Miss? Maybe you should leave him be…" A man said in the doorway a few hours later.

"No." I said firmly.

He didn't ask any follow up questions.

I continued to talk to Jack, encouraging him to hang in there and be strong, although I wasn't sure he could hear me.

After those few hours my eyes were burning, but I never once took my eyes away from him.

"Miss? We've docked in Maine. Come now and we'll get this lad to a hospital." A maid said from the doorway.

With that a few men came aboard and but Jack in a stretcher. I followed them out and climbed into the back of the ambulance. It steered away from the docks and to a nearby hospital. I wanted to go in the hospital room with them, but was denied access. Instead some man took me into a separate room and I was placed in a hospital bed.

A normal cast was put on my leg and I had fluids pumped in through my arm. Every day I would have my sheets changed, which was ok because there would be small puddles of wet tears staining the sheets.

Every time the doctor came in to check on me I would ask;

"How's Jack?"

And the doctor would reply.

"You're getting better every time I see you." And that would end the conversation.

I wasn't allowed to see Jack or know anything about what was going on with him. Finally one night I snuck out of the room, crept down the hallway and into Jack's room.

To my relief, his skin was no longer ocean blue and his skin was no longer untouchable. But at least I knew one thing…

Jack Dawson was going to live.

A/N: I was normally going to have them both die, but I had some ideas for future chapters that might really come out good. But first I have to ask…what would you say to a love scene? Yes or no? Gotta now because if no then the story will be over soon, if yes things will be longer.

It's up to you, the reviewers!

So R&R quickly!

-16aqua