"Well if we're going on something stealing my heart, then we don't have to leave here." She said, looking at the ceiling. She rolled off the bed, took a couple steps toward the desk, stopped and stretched the rest of the way. She stretched out, hand barely able to grab a can before she tossed them at Jake. "Okay. I could use some new clothes. Been in these for a while." She realized as she looked down at her dirty shirt and pants. She wrinkled her nose and glanced at Jake. "I'll take a pair of your sisters pants if you don't mind."<br/>With a twirl she can back to the bed and sat crossed legged on the end. Her expression and body language changed from happy to thoughtful bordering on depressed.<br/>"What will happen when we do find out whats wrong with me?" She asked softly. "What happens if-" She stopped, took a deep breath and forged on. "What happens when I die? What will you do then?" She felt that she needed to know the answers to this before she could go on being happy again. She caught his gaze and meet it with her own steady one.