His kindness was like a vice grip around her heart, constricting and suffocating her. She didn't deserve this-- She was a rubbish caretaker and she knew it. "It's the only way I can help... It's all I've got..." She murmured, "And I'm not even bloody good at it."
"Rose, it is not your job to take care of me,” he said quietly. “I appreciate that you want to, but not at the risk of your own health. It’s not worth it.”
"But what if I hurt you?" Rose asked, voice childlike despite her attempts to keep it together. A tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm just tryin' to keep you safe, John... Why can't you let me do that?"
John’s heart dropped in his chest as he reached out, wiping the tear away. “Because I hate what this is doing to you,” he whispered, his own voice shaking. “You’re killing yourself and you won’t even let me stop you.”
What's wrong John? Can't handle the truth? That she almost died because of *you*?
"It was an accident. It was just an accident."
"Go ahead. Run it by your PR people."
"I will. I’ll let you know what they say."
"But that's what they say, on the things online and the message boards and stuff... They say that I can't bring germs into the house 'cause it'll prolly seriously hurt you or kill you..." Rose hadn't told him, that she spent most of her nights awake on the cancer support message boards and posts, trying to figure out how to deal with this.
"Rose it’s a cold. I know my immune system kind of sucks, but I doubt it’ll kill me. Just…just let me do this. Please.” He felt useless enough as it was. If she didn’t even trust him to take care of her….
"We won't spin it like we disbelieve you, will place doubt into Ms. Poisson claims, you were barely together two months, anybody who can do proper math knows that mean somehow she got pregnant on the first date.... we both know how unlikely that is. We tell the story as we believe you, everyone else is gonna put doubts into your claims, will put doubt into her side of the story."
"….I have to talk to some people."
"Because by tomorrow morning you're sex tape, even if it's not you, is gonna be full blown news and Ms. Poisson is giving out an interviews and she had few choice words for Ms. Tyler which I won't repeat but are gonna be on the head of news magazines and here I am telling you hours in advance, you and your PR team have time prepare for it now don't they."
"And what makes you so different? I’ve told dozens of people I’m not the father. Why do you suddenly believe me?"
"Hey I'm doing you a favor here, she's gonna drag your name into the mud, you and Ms. Tyler's, and the Tylers do have pretty high standing in the community. I'll give you your own voice to speak, one interview to clear up what happened. You say you're not the father, that's what I'll print. Ms. Poisson is going to have the sex tape plaster everywhere, ever news site is going to see it, you name will be ruined. We will give you a voice for you to speak.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Yes. It is too much to ask when it puts your health at risk." Rose said flatly, "'M not gonna be the reason you die. That's not fair to me."
"I’m not going to die because you have a bloody cold. I’m not made of glass. Stop treating me like I am.”
"Man, what kind of prat are you? Callin' the cops? Didn't know Rose was datin' a fairy." Jimmy chuckled, "All I want's a friendly talk mate. Don't yeh have a bit a time for yer little girlie's favorite ex?"
"I’m a fairy for calling the cops on a trespasser? Fine. And believe me you are not her favorite ex. Now leave.”