It was true. It wasn't her intention to hurt him, but the truth of the matter was that she could die. There was a large possibility that she was going to die, even if she was using her medicines from the hospital. Mouse didn't know what to believe. She wasn't sure enough to believe that everything would be okay or to believe the grave possibility that the next day coming could result in her death. Grey believed that everything would be okay. But it was harder to adopt that way of thinking when you were actually the one living with the disease. Experiencing the pain, the sickness and the horrible feeling.
No. He doesn't know that. Don't get your hopes up. she thought to herself. "I'm still sorry. Even if you say I'll never have to apologize, I feel like I have to. Because you're trying so hard to help me and I'm not getting any better..." Mouse sniffled, wiping at her eyes to try and get rid of the tears. They were still coming, though. And something told her that tonight she'd be crying herself to sleep once again. "...you know if I eat anything I'm just going to get sick in the middle of the night again," she said with a sigh. "You have to be sick of staying up with me like this by now."