Jane knew Maura needed time, so she let her go.

Maura came back an hour later to find Jane on her couch, watching some documentary. Neither said a word as Maura sat next to Jane on the couch, pulling her feet up underneath her, both lost in their own thoughts.

"I'm sorry," Jane finally spoke, "I shouldn't have pushed."

"I'm sorry, too," Maura said, "I didn't mean to overreact."

"I just want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk."

"Thank you, Jane."

"Come here."

Jane pulled Maura into her side and rested her cheek on Maura's head, holding her as tight as she could.

"We'll get through this just like we have everything else, okay? I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

"Jane," Maura suddenly paused.

Jane lifted her head to look Maura directly in the eyes.

"There is exactly a fifty percent chance that I'm going to recover and there is a fifty percent chance that I may not… What if I don't make it?"

"No." Jane stated. "You can't think like that, Maura. I know that there are a million things going on in your mind right now and I'm sure that you know tons about this disease, but you can't think like that. I told you, we're going to get through this, okay? No more negativity."

Maura just nodded and snuggled back into Jane's side, eventually falling asleep.

The minute Jane had felt Maura's breathing steady, she let the tears fall, and that was just the beginning of what was going to be a long road to recovery.

The next week had passed by way too slowly for both Maura and Jane.

Her doctor, for 'medical reasons', had signed Maura out of work, and that was making Jane's life a living hell. Everyone knew that something had to be wrong, so Jane got bombarded with questions and concerns each passing day.

When Friday rolled around, Jane just couldn't take it anymore.

See, Jane had been finding any and every excuse to stay at Maura's house since she got the diagnosis. To be honest, Jane didn't want to leave her alone. She didn't want to take her eyes off of Maura for one second because she was afraid that, if she did, Maura would be gone.

So Jane called out sick for the first time that Friday morning and decided to make the most of the weekend. She got up early and went shopping for all of Maura's favorite movies and snack foods, determined to make the weekend count for something.

When Maura awoke that morning, she found Jane in the kitchen making eggs, loads of movies on her coffee table, and tons of junk food that she didn't recall buying.

"Good morning, Jane," Maura greeted her.

"Hi, Maur," Jane smiled over her shoulder.

"What are you doing home?" Maura wondered, remembering that it indeed was a workday.

"I called out sick today," Jane explained, "I wanted to spend the weekend with you."

"Jane. I'm fine. You didn't have to miss work for me."

And for some reason, that struck a nerve.

Jane turned around and made her way to where Maura was standing.

"Yes, I do Maura," Jane said, raising her voice, "Why can't you understand that? Why don't you understand that this is a big deal?"

This anger had been growing for the past week and Jane knew that it had to be let out sometime. It wasn't anger toward Maura, but more of anger toward herself. Jane was angry that she was angry. She was angry that Maura was taking the news so well while she was breaking down. Every day became harder and harder to deal with and while she wanted to be there for Maura, Jane didn't even know if she could even be there for herself. She was hurting.

"You think I don't understand how seriously this is, Jane?" Maura screamed back, "Why do you care anyway? It's not your body. It's mine. I'm the one who has to go through all of this pain. I'm the one that has a chance of dying. Not you."

That hit Jane hard. Every emotion flashed across Maura's face as she was screaming. The pain, hurt, and fears that Jane saw immediately made her regret yelling and she began to break down.

Sobs racked her body as Jane covered her face to hide her tears.

"I care because you are my best friend, Maura." Jane said through her tears, "I love you and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I can't even begin to imagine the pain you are going through… what you're going to have to go through. Maura, I can't lose you… I… can't lose you."

"Oh, Jane," Maura said, pulling her best friend into her for a hug, "Jane I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"No," Jane said, pulling back to rest her forehead on Maura's. "This is not your fault. It's mine and I hate it, Maur. I hate this because you're in pain and there's nothing that I can do about it. Not only that, but I should be taking care of you, not breaking down like this. It's not right and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I promise I'll try to be a better friend."

Seeing Jane like this broke Maura's heart. She raised her hand, wiping the tears from Jane's face.

"You are the best friend that I've ever had, Jane. I love you and you never have to try, okay? I'm not going anywhere," Maura reassured her, cupping her hand to hold Jane's cheek.

"Promise?"

"I promise," Maura said, pulling Jane back into her chest, "I will never leave you."