Demi fights the urge to cry in front of him. She realizes his beautiful, big brown eyes have lost life in them. Instead she smiles at him. "What do you want, Joe?" "You.." He breathes, cherishing her warm fingers against his scalp. Her heart breaks as she forces a smile. "You have me, love. You always will." She watches as his eyes drift to another slumber. "Hey baby.. Baby, are you still listening?" "I'm always listening.." He whispers to her with closed eyes. "Open your eyes for a minute then, will you?" She sniffs, wiping her face before pulling out a ring. "You see this little, thing? Joey, you're gonna put this on my finger tomorrow." She lets a smile spread across her face, ignoring the sob that almost slips from her lips. "Were going to get married! Isn't that what you want?" Joe can only make out the slight sparkle to the band as she places it in his palm, his fingers curling around it. "All I ever did.." "I love you Joseph Adam.." She whispers as he falls asleep. She places her elbows on the mattress as she lowers her head with her hair tangled between her fingers. They were all taking a risk with this whole surgery. In a blink of an eye, Joe could slip under and slip away all at the same time. It was a thirty percent chance. A thirty percent she'd take to see him get better and live. It was that thirty that she was counting on, holding onto. She needed him to make it. And if it took every drop of that number, she'd use it. But as predicted, Joe was weaker by the ...
