It was beyond hoping that Grey wouldn't come to see about her. Soon enough, he was standing there, just as she knew he would be. Mouse didn't protest as he wiped the tears from her eyes or when he picked her up. Even though she was using her medicines now, the pain hadn't lessened much. Her body still ached when he picked her up and moved her, laying her back down in the bed. He covered her with blankets before smoothing her hair back. Then, his arm was around her. Grey was so gentle with her and so caring. Her presence had to have been hard to deal with a lot of the time.
The kiss to her temple brought the tears back to her eyes. "You don't know that, though..." she said, trying to hold back her sobs. "I'm not getting any better...I could die tomorrow for all we know..." And yet, he was still trying to take care of her. He put up with her getting sick ever so often. He put up with just taking care of her in general. Mouse tried hard not to cry, but it just wasn't working. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me being so sick." She didn't want to be an imposition to the one person that she cared about so much. In her eyes, right then, she would have been better off dead. The leukemia should have just killed her, so she wouldn't have to be around for Grey to worry about anymore. "I'm sorry..."