"Rose."

Rose jumped up as she heard her name being called. She could have sworn she had heard Jack talking to her, but Jack was in a different room. She was already starting to cry, which she hated doing. She cried so much those days to the point where she just wanted to leave forever. However, she could not leave forever, especially with Jack sick and the baby to take care of. It was too much for her to handle.

"Rose, Mrs. Dawson, he's alright," said a doctor she did not recognize, "your husband, he's alright. He's outside the door. Do you want him to come in?"

Rose let out a long, relaxing sigh of relief. Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach jolted. "Yes, ofcourse!" she said, flicking a first and last tear away from her eye.

"Alright, Mrs. Dawson," said the doctor, "I'll leave the room."

"Rose?" she heard coming from beside her. She turned her head to face him, and smiled feintly. She did not know what to say to Jack, because with all her fatigue and her long-lasting pain, she could not think rationally.

"I love you, Jack," was the first thing that came to mind.

"I love you too, Rose," Jack responded, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, "but listen... they found something out about me. You're not going to like it."

"Oh no, don't tell me you're going to--" said Rose, feeling the waterworks build up again. God damnit, why do I keep having to cry? she pondered angrilly, feeling upset about what was going on in front of her. She was rather alarmed to see everything just tumbling down in her life, which was exactly how she wanted it to be. The only time she had ever felt the same way was when she was about to jump off the grand, old ship, which still haunted her memory.

"I'm afraid that it is a live or die situation, Rose," he said to her, petting her hair. "I have Tuberculosis, Rose. I cannot go on without your support, ok? The methods they use to treat this aren't that good, so it looks like I may die. I'm sorry, Rose, I really am."

Rose lifted her arm to her mouth, and stared deeply into Jack's shockingly blue eyes. She closed her eyes, having yet another tear fall each time she blinked. He had it for over a month now, and he was bound to get closer and closer to his doomsday. "Oh my God, Jack, I'm overwhelmed," she said with a dismal look on her face. She had been melancholy for quite some time, especially with Jack sick. However, it was too impossible for her at that very moment.

"I don't blame you... I don't want to leave you, Rose, but I might have to," he said, giving his wife a wet kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Rose... but even worse is that without me, they'll have to take the baby away. You may only have a short time to be with the baby, darling, unless I live for a longer time."

"No, they can't, " Rose cried, returning the kiss. "They can't do that. It's too soon, I--"

"They'll have to do it, Rose."

"No, they won't," she kept crying, not even bothering to rub her tears away from her cheeks. "Jack, this is absurd! They cannot do that to me!"

"They will have no choice but to, Rose," said Jack, pulling Rose up to hug her tightly. "Sweetheart, I need you to move on, and--"

"You've told me that speech so many times, Jack," Rose blurted out.

"Relax, relax, I was just--"

"No, Jack... I love you, Jack, and and I do need to move on... It just seems so impossible to do so right now. We're married, Jack, I could not possibly go on as a widow. Especially your widow. I would not be able to forgive myself. First I lost you after the you-know-what, and I'm losing you now, and... this is absurd! I cannot possibly do this, Jack. I mean--"

"You will marry someone else, Rose."

"But what if I don't? What if--"

"No 'buts' or 'what ifs,' Rose. You will move on, and you will make babies, and--"

"Stop it, Jack, stop thinking that everything will be fine!" she shouted, scaring Jack a lot. He did not want to glare at her for it, because she seemed to have been having a bad day. "Nothing will go your way entirely. It's my life, not yours. You're crazy!"

"That's what I have to realize... not everything is going to be fine. You will have to move on, though. You're so young, and being a widow at eighteen is too young."

"I know, I know... I will re-marry, Jack... just for you."

"Just for me."

"I love you, Jack."

"I love you too, Rose."

The two of them then leaned into a long, passionate kiss, with the two of them near tears. Rose wrapped her arms around her husband, feeling his back as every breath he took surrounded her face. She squealed, for after all, the last time they kissed like that was when they were in the back of a car. Ofcourse, that time around, they were warm, with people surrounding them, and had no one to run after them and hurt them. It was all so perfect.