Jenny hadn't gone exploring on the web yet. Probably safest, really, since who knows what she'd stumble on. (side note, don't let her use stumbleupon). She was standing up only up thanks to the counter. In fact her knees felt like jello.
How do you face the fact you die in a few short days? At least at home. She'd been trying so hard to fix things that this was a huge blow. She didn't know how to react. Her world was glittering in broken shards - she desperately wanted to not believe him and put it back together. But Jenny knew knew he wouldn't lie to her. Not about something like this.
She nodded slowly. "Yes... I don't know how long my legs are going to listen to me." she tried to laugh but it came out strangled sounding. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to not redeem herself.