Jake looked at her and chuckled. That was a cute sentiment. The way she said it made him feel special. He looked at her. "Right. Be right back." He said. Going into the room across from his and grabbed her pants and several shirts to chose from. He then came back in and set them on the chair. Laying back down on the bed. Catching the thrown can and put it down. "I brought some shirts. If you want to wear one of mine the closet is over there." He said. Pointing the to closet across the room. Clearly a large closet by the looks of it. He frowned as he saw her expression and body language switche spectrums. "We get you better." He said. Standing up and walked over to her. Pulling him into him. "Don't think like that. We will get you better. I won't give up on trying to get you better. Don't think about dying because right now we don't know that is even a worry. Worrying about something we can't predict will only bring unnecessary sadness." He said softly. Stroking her hair as he held her. "I will be crushed because I would have lost someone very special and important to me. I don't know how I would be after that. I just know I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about you." He said softly. "No thoughts of dying alright? We'll do anything and everything we can to get you better. Just hope for the best and not worry about the worst. That is all we can do Tiffy."