Only You

Swan Lake

The next day, Jean really did make a bunch of calls and arranged to meet with the people in charge after dropping Reggie off at the hospital on Thursday. She was planning to drive there straight from the hospital but hoped she wouldn't run into Kristina while she was there.
But before tackling all this, Jean had to deal with Reg going back to hospital.
He pretend like it was no big deal, but it was and they knew it. He hated leaving his pregnant fiancée alone and what he hated even more was that he was the reason she couldn't enjoy her pregnancy. He felt that he wasn't only failing her but also their unborn child. He was supposed to be the one taking care of them but instead Jean was chauffeuring him to his appointments, visited him at the hospital, helped him at home and she'd even reunited him with his sister. On top of that, Jean was still singing and while she had at least agreed to take a break from touring, she was doing three different projects at once, a show, a series of concerts and she was in the planning stage of an album. Whenever Reg tried to remind her to take it easy, she would just brush it off. His illness seemed to have somewhat intensified her hunger for life, but Reg was seriously worried that she could be overdoing it and end up hurting herself or the baby.
It wasn't that he wanted her to stop singing, he didn't mind, but with all that and taking care of him, he wondered how much sleep she really got at night. But Jean didn't want to jear about getting a nurse to help them out at home.
"I'm pregnant, not sick, and I'm not even showing yet." was all she said and Reg knew better than to argue with her. What Jean wanted, Jean got.

On Thursday, Jean drove Reg to the hospital for his second round of treatment. She hoped that they were still on the right track, but that day, the impending treatment wasn't her main worry. Thankfully, Reggie was much to preoccupied to notice that Jean was not quite there mentally.
"...so anyway, the doctor said that if my body reacts exceptionally well and I don't get as sick as I did last time they can send me home after four nights instead of seven, isn't that great?"
"That's amazing, Reggie, but are you sure? I don't want you to force yourself to do something that makes you feel unwell because you think you have to show me that you're strong. Take all the time you need." Jean bit her lip. She often worried that Reg might feel guilty about not supporting her during her pregnancy. She had noticed the looks he kept giving her, and of course while she would've been delighted to have a "normal" pregnancy, this was maybe the only one they'd get and she was going to enjoy it, even if it wasn't picture perfect. There was no reason for him to worry, but knowing him he probably did worry anyway.
"Don't worry about it. I just prefer being home. I don't sleep well at the hospital."
"I understand, and I enjoy having you around. We'll see, I'll come this afternoon and maybe the doctors can discuss this with me."
Reg grinned.
"You sound like a manager, darling."
"Well, I am your illness manager, whether you want it or not." Jean pulled up by the back entrance, the public was still clueless about Reg's condition and they weren't going to change that by pulling up in front of the hospital in broad daylight and walking straight to the cancer ward. Reg had enough to deal with, he really didn't need Paparazzi invading his privacy, trying to get a glimpse of his bald head and fragile body to sell it to the highest bidder. Jean was fiercely protective of him, but not only for his sake.
If this was the end, she didn't want the world to remember him as a sick, dying man and she didn't want the tabloids to print these horrific pictures until they erased all of the other pictures that existed of him. She didn't want to be reminded of his end every time she opened a newspaper, she wanted to see him happy, healthy and strong, like he still was deep inside.
There was no shame in being sick of course, but to Jean, Reg was more than his illness.
They took the lift to the ward and while Reg talked in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, Jean just nodded and smiled, throwing in the odd "hm", just so he knew she was listening. After checking him in she said goodbye and left pretty quickly, she couldn't stand seeing the nurses prod him with needles and such, even though Jean knew that it was necessary.
She was glad that she had another appointment lined up to take her mind off this.