In the morning, Rose went to check on Joshua. The nurse said that he was very sick and possibly had pneumonia.
"But the ship went down four days ago! How could he have pneumonia now if he didn't have it then?" Rose demanded.
"It takes a few days for pneumonia to develop. We aren't sure what type of pneumonia it is yet, but we fear that it’s double pneumonia," said the nurse.
"Double pneumonia?" asked Rose.
"A patient with double pneumonia almost never pulls through. Rarely, though, they do. It'd be a miracle if he did," the nurse replied. Jack walked in at that moment.
"Hey, how's our little Joshua doing?" he asked, happy and smiling. He obviously didn’t know.
"I've got to go!" Rose snapped. She stormed out of the infirmary.
"Rose! Rose, wait up! Rose!" Jack called as he ran after her. Rose heard him calling and ran towards the bow. Unfortunately for her, Jack was much faster than she was. He grabbed her shoulders quickly and turned her around.
"What?" Rose demanded.
"Rose, what happened in there?" Jack asked her.
"Nothing, Jack!" Rose snapped, and she started walking up the stairs to the upper deck, only to have Jack stop her again.
"Seriously, Rose! What happened in that infirmary?" Jack asked her, worry and fear in his voice, though his face was scrunched up into an annoyed expression.
"Double pneumonia," Rose said.
"What?" Jack asked, his tone of voice changing.
"The nurse said that Joshua might have double pneumonia," Rose repeated.
"What the hell is double pneumonia?" Jack asked her.
"The nurse also said that people almost never recover from double pneumonia. Rarely will a person do so. It'd have to be a miracle," Rose replied. Jack put his hand on her face and hugged her.
"Double pneumonia, huh? I can't believe this!" Jack said. He pulled away from her. Rose still didn't want to talk, so while he had his back turned and was kicking a bucket, Rose took this chance to run away. Jack wasn't finished with her, though. "Rose!" Rose was a little frightened at this point. She'd never seen Jack this upset before. "Rose!" Rose looked back at him before slipping on a small chip of ice that looked like it came from an ice sculpture, or was dropped from the gutters. She screamed on her way down, but was soon picked up off the ground by Jack. "Are you okay, Rose?" He kissed her face a couple of times. "Are you all right?"
"Jack, I'm fine," Rose told him. "This whole thing with Joshua—I just can't believe it. Three days ago, he was fine."
"How could he have gotten it, then? I mean, the Titanic sank four days ago!" Jack exclaimed.
"I don't know. The nurse said that it takes a few days for pneumonia to develop," Rose told him. By now, she'd calmed down, and felt better being in Jack's arms. Jack lowered his head onto Rose's shoulder.
"God, Rose. I can't believe this," he said. He let go of her and kicked a bench. "Damn it! How could I let this happen?" He let out a small yelp of pain when he kicked the bench and sat down on it. He put his face in his hands, and Rose sat down next to him and put her arms around him.
"It's not your fault, Jack. It could have happened to anybody," Rose told him.
"Yeah? Well, it feels like it's my fault!" Jack snapped. He wiped his face on his hands. Rose leaned her head on his shoulder. "If that stupid ship hadn't sank, we wouldn't feel this way! If only that stupid ship hadn't sank!" It sounded like he was crying.
"Oh, Jack. That ship was the best thing that ever happened to me. Because if it wasn't for that ship, I wouldn't have met you," Rose told him. "It was the ship of dreams."
"Yeah, was. Then she turned into the ship of nightmares," Jack said, pulling his face out of his hands. It had turned a little red. "I need a smoke." He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and a box of matches, as well. The matches weren't working very well. "Damned matches!" He threw the matches into the water in anger. "Do you have any matches?" Rose handed him one and he lit his cigarette. Rose lay down on the bench, her head in his lap.
"Nothing is your fault, Jack. Nothing is," she said softly. Jack seemed to have calmed down and was stroking her hair. Rose sat up, stole his cigarette, and took a puff from it.
"Hey!" he said, laughing. Rose was laughing, too. She got off of the bench and ran off, careful not to step on any ice. "Hey, come back here!" He was still faster than her, so he caught her fast. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her head. Rose was laughing as they sort of danced across the deck. Jack wrapped his left arm around Rose's waist and he put his right hand in Rose's hand, the one with the cigarette. Rose knew his plan, so she wrapped her left arm around his neck, and they started ballroom-style dancing across the deck.
"Jack!" Rose said as he spun her a little quickly. Jack started singing loudly as they danced.
"Come Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up she goes, up she goes. Balance yourself like a bird on a beam. In the air she goes. There she goes," he sang. He kissed her. Overhead on the upper top deck, Cal was watching them dancing together. He glared with envy at the young dancing couple. He was planning something, but Jack and Rose didn't even know he was up there. All they knew was that they were dancing ballroom-style with a cigarette.