TOM

Jane has now been in the hospital for a month. It's been a very difficult time for her, and you.

Last week they decided to try and remove the chest tube, only to have it collapse again and have the tube reinserted.

We had started talking to Dr. S about transplant. Jane has decided it is something she would want to do when the time officially comes. She isn't quite ready to be listed yet, but it's a very long process and Dr. S feels it's a good idea to get the ball rolling.

Once Jane is well we will start the process. Right now she is too fragile to have any added stress.

I have been struggling with work. I received a call telling me the movies release date has been moved up, along with the press tour.

But even once Jane goes home she will need constant care. She has been told she will go home on oxygen, a strict diet and exercise schedule to keep her weight and strength up for as long as she can for transplant. It's very important. They won't let you on the list if you don't meet their weight and often strength requirements.

You have to be healthy enough to survive such an extensive surgery, but sick enough to need one. It's a very fine line.

I had been talking to Ben about all of these concerns and predicaments. My biggest worry was for Jane. Who would care for her while I was away? She can't travel, and I am bound by contract to this press tour.

Today while Jane was sleeping, something she did more often now, I got a text from Ben.

"Tom, Sophie and I have been chatting and we want to move out with you guys until your tour is done. We will watch over her while you are away."

I read it a few times, making sure it was real. Was he serious?

"Ben, I couldn't ask you to disrupt your lives like that. It will be weeks."

"We haven't a thing that would be bothered. We want to help in any way we can. Please let us help you, guys."

I was holding back tears at this point. I couldn't believe I had a friend like this.

"You are a life saver. I cannot thank you enough for this."

"Anytime, pal. We shall talk details later. Glad we can help."

I put my phone in my pocket and then stood and walked around the room. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I still did not want to go, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather have watching over my Jane.

I look back toward the bed and notice Jane waking. Returning to my place by her bedside, I take her hand.

"Jane?"

Her eyes flutter open and she looks right at me with a slight smile.

"How long was I asleep?"

You glance at the clock behind you before answering. "Almost five hours."

"Geez Tom, I'm so sorry. I'm horrible company lately."

"Ssshhhh silly girl. You need rest. You are my favorite company. Even when you're snoring." You say with a smirk.

She smacks your arm weakly.

"So, I have some news. Ben and Sophie have offered to come and stay at the house with you while I am on press tour."

Her eyes widen. "Are you serious, Tom? That's so generous of them. Do they not truly understand what a pain I've become?"

"You are not a pain or burden on anyone, love. This is something they want to do. Besides, won't you and a pregnant Sophie have fun watching poor Ben run around like a toon?"

She giggles a bit before a raspy cough escapes her lips.

"That is appealing. I don't want you to leave, but I'm excited to see them again. Please tell them thank you next time Ben calls you."

You stroke your fingers thru her hair. "Yes, love."

JANE

After a month and a half of being in the hospital, you were home.

You were laying on the couch with a blanket, pillow, and cup of tea. Tom was rearranging things for your new oxygen concentrator that would be delivered soon.

We were expecting a delivery of tanks, a concentrator, tubing and more. Tom had already gone out and gotten me a wheelchair for when I felt too weak or out of breath to walk.

I had a new schedule on the fridge of calories I'm supposed to intake per day, and my exercises.

They were easy, mostly just stretches. A few things with little two pound weights.

Suddenly a knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Tom signed papers and then a man wheeled in tanks and the large concentrator that I would now be attached to all day and night when I was at home.

Tom got it setup where he had made a spot and began reading directions on how it worked. Once he finished reading he went and wheeled the tanks into the linen closet and then took the tubing for the cannulas to the same spot.

It wasn't much of a linen closet anymore.

He returned with a new cannula and another package of extra long tubing.

He hooked up the long tubing to the concentrator and then hooked the cannula to the larger tube before turning the machine on.

"Alright love, let's give this a go."

You removed your cannula that was attached to the tank in front of you ant Tom handed you the new one.

Immediately you could tell it was working and gave him a heads up.

He came and sat beside you on the couch and you nuzzled into his shoulder.

You listened to the bubbling and humming from your new machine.

Suddenly you hear Tom.

"Well, it's certainly a large and rather noisey little bugger isn't it? If it's going to be here awhile, don't you think we should name it?"

That's not something you'd thought about. Leave it to Tom to think of naming your new oxygen machine.

"Alright, how about Loki?"

"Now why on earth would you want that?"

"I have several reasons."

"Well do share."

"Well, all the buttons are green, I look at it as both evil and loveable, and because when you leave I will miss you terribly. Naming it Loki is like a little piece of you is still here. Without getting all creepy and naming it Tom or anything."

You look up to see him nod in agreement.

"Can't argue with that logic. Loki it is! Can't wait to tell Chris. Eheheh."

You yawn and lean into him more.

He pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, love."

Authors note: I am SO sorry it's taken me so long to update! Thanks again for those reading, and for those who stuck around after that little hiatus!