AN: It's short but I felt comfortable with this. Please, let me know how it is.

Elizabeth gazed at her husband from the doorway. He looked tired and weak, but he was awake, lying in the hospital bed across from her. His arm was cut as was his face, the gash across his forehead was more than apparent from where she stood. She slowly entered the room. The sharp click of her heels caught Henry's attention. As he slowly picked his head up, Elizabeth moved hastily toward him.

"Hey," She signed reaching out a hand to catch his head, "It's okay, babe. Please don't move." She smoothed his hair.

"Elizabeth," He breathed as he studied her face.

"Yeah, baby,"

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," He managed, once more. Elizabeth, her eyes already rimmed in a faint red, began to tear up. She tried to hold still, she looked away for a brief moment, but as she opened her mouth to speak, she lost her fragile composure.

"I know," She cried. She quickly wiped her eyes with the side of her hand, "I know." They looked at each other-both gazing at the eyes of the other as if to preserve the sight to memory. The room fell silent as their eyes remained focused-fixated on a long-familiar love. Elizabeth gently brushed Henry's cheek, a stray tear rolling down his coarse skin.

"We need to talk… about if-"

"Don't… Henry, I-Please, don't," Elizabeth breathed.

"Elizabeth, if I don't make it, you need-"

"Henry… I'm not going to talk about that...right now" Her tears fell, once more as her voice became weak with emotion, "I-I-I can't-"

"-Please, sit," Henry said pointing the chair that was slightly to her left. Elizabeth looked back in confusion, then dragged the chair forward, and fell into it.

She was concerned as she leaned in and took his hand-it was all over her face. "Does it hurt?" she asked in an attempt to change the dire subject.

"A lot," He admitted through a small smile and gave her hand a squeeze, "I'm just glad I get to

see you."

"I am too, Henry… I love you so much," She whispered as she kissed his hand in hers, "... If you left me, Henry… I wouldn't… I wouldn't know what to do… I…" Elizabeth began to cry and this time she couldn't stop, she lowered her head onto their hands and wept.

"Elizabeth," he sighed, tears beginning to form in his own eyes-

-"Please don't leave me, Henry. That's not part of the deal," She wept.

"Look at me, Elizabeth." She picked her head up, her face a dark pink, her cheeks fully stained. "You're everything to me, I can't," He stopped and directed his eyes away from her, "I can't promise anything." Henry's tears began to fall.

"I want you to grow real old with me, Henry" Elizabeth smiled through her tears, as she reached up and wiped her husband's.

"I want that, too," He smiled back as he tried his best to move his arm and tuck a stray strand of Elizabeth's hair behind her ear. "... Absolutely perfect," He whispered.

Elizabeth's lips turned into a coy smile, as she picked up her head once more to meet his gaze. But as she looked into his amber eyes, concern swept over her face.

"What?" he asked.

She looked at him and her mouth opened, "... I'm scared, Henry."

He turned his head so he could see her better, "I am too, babe," He admitted.

She smoothed his hair over and over again as her lip trembled-as her cheeks were again stained by heavy tears. It was as if they said everything they needed to and all that could be said. All that was left to do was to wait for a nurse to arrive, and to say one, final goodbye.