Rose POV:
Some noise woke me up. It took me some time to clear my thoughts and figure out where I was. Pictures of last night rushed into my head. All the corpses, the freezing water, Jack...JACK!!! I looked around, panicking. Where was Jack? He had to be alright. I knew he was somewhere on the ship, because I saw him last night. He was breathing, shallow but still. I tried to sit up but realized that I was wrapped in tones of blankets. A young woman, maybe in her late 20th, walked up to me and greeted me: "Good! You've woken up! Tell me...How are you feeling? My name is Rita. I'm a nurse and responsible for you and all the others in this room. You are safe now, but I have to ask you to lay still until we know how you put up with the situation." She stood next to me and examined me. I let it be, but my only though is of Jack. After she finished I asked her: "Is one of your patients a man named Jack Dawson?" Rita got a list out and checked the names. After a while she shook her head: "The name is not on the list, but I'll have a look around. There are still many patients in the ICU, who haven't woken up yet. May I take your name, miss?" "Rose Dawson!" was my answer. It just came out naturally. My heart belonged to Jack. Sooner or later I would marry him, so what difference would it make if I'm a Dawson now or later. I didn't want to be a DeWitt Bukater. And this was the only way I could prevent my mother and Cal from finding me. Never! I would never ever go back to them. Rita explained to me: "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know that. Don't give up hope just yet. I'm sure your husband is gonna be alright. Your condition is stable if that helps you. You are going to get through this without further complications, but I have to ask you to stay in bed till you are completely healed. Your body is still cold and weak." I just nodded. Even though my condition was the least I was worried about at the moment. Jack! I had to know if he was alright. And that was obviously not the case. I had no doubt that he was kn the Carpathia, because we got onto it together, but I was unaware of the state he was in right now and it was freaking me out. What if he was never gonna wake up again? Or if he has long term injuries, if he would never recover from it? The only thought of it was unbearable, but there was nothing I could do at the moment. Rita was right. I was still to weak to be walking on the ship.

Jack POV:
(This is almost two days later)
Slowly my senses came back. I wasn't able to move an inch but I heard voices from far, far away. As time went on the voices grew louder and I could understand some of them. It turned out they were talking to me. But that wasn't exactly what brought me back. It was Rose. My eyelids started flickering and with a great effort I managed to open them. I still couldn't feel my body, which scared me. I didn't know where I was so I looked around in horror. Only as I realized that I wasn't on a wooden piece anymore I calmed down a little. All around me where people laying in beds and other people taking care of them and supporting them. A brown-haired women walked up to me and introduced himself: "Welcome back! We've been worried about you. You've been asleep for two days. It's truly a miracle that you are already awake. We found you in a really critical condition. You were more dead than alive. And it took us some great effort to get rid of your handcuffs. But I'm really glad you are awake. You've spent more than an hour in the water. My name is Susan. I'm gonna take care of you till we are docking in New York. May I have your name, young man?" All these informations overwhelmed me seemingly. I was barley able to think, not to mention react on anything he said. As I was capable of speaking I didn't answered his question but whispered: "R...Rose!" Even my lungs seemed to be frozen. I coughed badly and Susan reacted immediately. She turned me onto my side so I wouldn't choke on my spit. God! I was so exhausted! But I wouldn't find sleep till I knew that Rose was alright. She had to be alright. If she was alright I could cope with everything. But not without her. After I caught my breath I repeated slowly: "Is...someone n...named Rose DeWitt Bukater on the ship?" The nurse examined me before she answered: "I regret to inform you that she died in the sinking. There is no one of that name on board. We already have all the names. All names except yours. So would you please do me the favor and tell me your name?" My whole world turned dark once again as realization hit me. The love of my life was dead. No! No! No! That couldn't be. How could I live but she was torn away from me. This was the last thought of mine before I lost consciousness.

Rose POV:
I stayed in bed two days, constantly waiting for the relieving message that Jack was alive. But nothing! Two days and nothing. Rita was truly a sweetheart. She was so nice to me and assured me over and over again that hope wasn't gone now. That still some haven't woken up. But it couldn't calm me down. Hope faded away from me with every minute I spent without him. Finally I could not wait any longer. I had to search for him. I was on that goddamn ship, the only question was where. And that I didn't know but had to figure out. My vision blurred for a moment as I tried to stand up. But eventually it went over so I stepped out of the room. None of those people were Jack. In the room I was staying in was no Jack Dawson, so he had to be somewhere else. The ICU! That's the only place he could be. So I made my way into the direction I heard the most cries and moaning from. On a closed door stood on a paper that was clued to the wooden door: //ICU// The sign almost draw me to it. Just as I was about to open the door a nurse came up to me and said settled: "No one is allowed in there except nurses. Highly risked patients are in there. Who are you looking for?" I was desperate. I knew that she had a point, but I had to know if Jack, my only true love, was alive. Without him I had no reason to life. So I ignored her warning and entered a room before she could stopp me. My gaze wandered through the room, looking for my Jack. And then I saw him. Laying in a bed with closed eyes. He looked so fragile. "Jack!" I kneeled down next to his bed and took his hand. He wasn't cold anymore. The whole room was so warm that even my last fever broke. It was such a relief that he was alive. Somehow everything would be alright. I stroke over his hand and looked in his peaceful closed eyes and whispered: "Jack? Can you hear me? It's me: Rose! We are together and everything will be alright. I won't leave you, Jack. You don't have to go through this alone. Whatever happens; I'll be by your side." I gave him a kiss on his hand. I was afraid that a kiss on his mouth could hurt him. His skin looked like porcelain. And then he opened his eyes. His beautiful aquamarine eyes...