LOVE IS MORE THAN A FEELING
Chapter Twelve

Jack was having a peaceful dream. He was with Rose, and they were on the Titanic again. They were on the bow of the ship again until someone woke him up.

"Jack! Jack, wake up!" Monica shook him.

Jack slowly opened his eyes, then spoke. "Any news on Rose?"

"I'm sorry, hon. Not yet," Monica said.

Jack sat up on the uncomfortable couch he had slept on that night.

It had been a week since Rose had gotten shot, and Jack hadn't been home once.

"Jack, don't you think you should go home for a while? We'll come and get you if there's any news on Rose," Fred offered.

"No! I can't. She needs me more than ever. I'm not leaving."

Fred nodded at his friend. "All right."

Just then, a nurse came into the waiting room.

"Mr. Dawson," she said.

Jack jumped up off of the couch. "How's my wife?"

"Well, they're finished with the surgery. The bullet is out and she seems to be doing fine, but that doesn't mean she will recover completely."

"But..." Jack tried to get out. "Do…do you think she will live?"

"Mr. Dawson, that's all I can tell you for right now. Just keep praying. I'll be back later with any news," the nurse said before leaving.

Jack sat back down and ran his fingers through his hair. "You guys can go home," Jack said, looking over at Monica and Fred. "I'll let you know if there's any change in Rose's condition."

"All right, Jack. Are you sure you'll be all right?" Monica asked.

Jack nodded. Fred and Monica left. Once they were outside, Monica looked up at her husband. "Do you think Rose will be all right?"

"Ah…Monica. You know that Rose is a fighter," Fred said.

She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and they walked back to the apartment.

Meanwhile, back in the waiting room, Jack just thought—thought about Rose.

About six hours later, at five o’clock PM, the nurse came out again.

Jack ran up to her. "How is my wife doing?"

"Mr. Dawson, she's doing much better."

Jack let out a sigh of relief. "Can I see her, please?"

"I'm sorry, Mr..."

"Please! I'm begging you. I really need to see her! Please."

The nurse paused. "All right..." she said, unsure of herself.

Jack followed her to Rose's room. "Is she awake?" Jack asked.

"Yes. In fact, she's been calling for you."

When they reached the room, Jack smiled at the nurse and thanked her before she went back to work. Jack opened the door slowly.

"Rose?"

"Jack?"

When Jack saw her, he went right to her.

"Oh, Rose. Thank God you are all right!" Jack said as he started to kiss her all over her face.

Rose smiled. "I'm doing fine, darling. I love you so much!"

"I love you more, Rose...oh, God. Rose, I almost lost you. But you are a fighter."

"Yes, I am. You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" Rose joked.

"I love you so much. I'm gonna kill Cal. That bastard..."

"What happened to him?" Rose asked.

"Don't worry, Rosie. Thanks to Fred, they caught him and he's going to be tried."

"Jack, thank you for being here for me," Rose said.

"Rose, they couldn't have dragged me away from you. I'll always be there for you," Jack said. "But Rose, why did you jump in front of that bullet? You were almost killed."

"Jack, I couldn't let him hurt you."

"Rose, don't ever do that again. I never want anything bad to happen to you because of me..."

"Jack! It's not because of you. It's because of Cal! He's the one who shot me."

Jack smiled. "Thank you, Rose, for saving my life. I love you. But never do that again," Jack said with a smile.

"I love you, too, but Jack, I will always be there for you, too."

"You're crazy," Jack said as he kissed her again.

"That's what everybody says..." Rose said as she thought back to that night on the Titanic.

"I'm the luckiest man alive, Rose. I have everything. I'm so lucky I met you that night."

"I'm the lucky one, Jack."

"I love you, Rosie."

"I love you, too."

Chapter Thirteen
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