Jack had Rose lay down on one of the beds as a nurse covered her in blankets and handed her a cup of hot tea.
"I don't like this! I don't like this one bit, Jack!" Rose whispered to Jack as the nurse left.
"I know. I know. I don't like seeing you in here looking like a polar bear either, but if it's good for you and your health, then I'm for it," Jack whispered back.
"Get me out of here, Jack. Just please get me out of here," Rose told him.
"I will," Jack replied. "As soon as the nurses confirm that you're all right."
"Jack, that isn't soon enough! Look at all of the passengers in here!" Rose snapped.
She was not happy about being stuck in the infirmary, and Jack knew that. He felt bad now for asking the nurse to get a cot for her.
He took her hand and squeezed it. "Everything will be fine," he whispered. He kissed her hand. He noticed Rose trying to hide a yawn as he kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep, all right?" He stood up and started walking away.
"Jack! Jack, no! Don't leave me here! Jack!" Rose called to him as he made his way towards the door.
"I'll be back soon, Rose. Just stay put," Jack told her, holding out his hand as if telling her to stop. He nodded at her as he walked out the door.
Rose sighed and felt her eyelids drooping lower and lower. Eventually, she fell asleep.
*****
Rose woke up during what seemed like nighttime. A nurse walked over to her with a clipboard.
"Well, Mrs. Dawson, you appear to be in good health now," she said. "Mr. Dawson said that he'll be in Room 214 in second class." Rose nodded as the nurse helped her up. "Well, go on, then." Rose nodded her thanks and ran out the door.
*****
Rose ran down to second class and watched the numbers grow as she ran past them to her and Jack's room.
"210, 211, 212, 213…" She stopped at Room 214. "214." She knocked on the door, even though she knew it was her room.
"Hold on!" called Jack from inside the room.
"Jack, hurry up, please!" said Rose. "I'm really exhausted!"
"Oh," said Jack as he opened the door. "Why didn't you say it was you, Rose?" He wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss, but Rose pushed him into the room.
"Not in the doorframe, Jack!" she said.
Jack was looking at her with a puzzled look. "Ever since that ship sank, you've been a bit…" he said, struggling for the right word.
"Irritated? Angry? Pressured?" Rose asked.
"I was going to say upset, but that works, too," said Jack.
"Jack, I'm sorry. I've been so upset about this, about Cal, about everything. I thought you were dead, for God's sake! I was worried sick!" Rose explained to him.
Jack put his arms around her again. "But I'm not. I'm right here for you," he whispered in her ear.
To Rose, this was very seductive, but she wasn't in the mood. "Jack, I love you, but right now, I'm not in the mood for this," she told him.
"Oh," said Jack.
He let go of her and stepped back a bit. Rose took off the black coat that Cal had given her aboard the Titanic and threw it on a chair, but Jack caught it as Rose gave a small shiver. He held it out to her, but Rose shook her head.
"Aren't you cold?"
"As long as I'm in your arms, I'm not," said Rose, taking a step towards him. Jack smiled at her, dropped the coat, and put his hands on her waist. "Do you love me, Jack?"
"Of course I do! Why would you ask me that?" asked Jack, surprised.
"Because you haven't told me yet," said Rose. "From when we first kissed on the Titanic's bow, to our game in the Renault, to my choice of living rather than dying, to the moment I took your name, not once did I hear you utter the words I love you." Jack laughed slightly. "I don't see what's so funny about this, Jack."
"I'm sorry, I just…I just don't know how to say it," replied Jack, his arms still around Rose's waist, though he looked up towards the ceiling, still smiling. He looked back at Rose, who wasn't smiling.
"There's nothing to be laughing about," she told him in a serious tone.
Jack was still flashing his signature smile. He let out a small chuckle and leaned into her ear. "I love you, Rose, more than anyone I've ever known," he whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek.
Rose wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, too, Jack," she whispered into his ear.
They stood like that for a while in each other's arms. Jack moved down to her neck and started kissing it passionately. Surprisingly, they didn't notice that the door was wide open, or that many passengers were watching them.