[Slowly. Painfully. While John watched, helpless to do anything but hold her hand, and be strong, if only so she didn't exhaust herself being strong for him.
Cancer was the cruelest, most sadistic killer John had ever met, and the only one he couldn't kill. No matter how hard he'd tried. Helen had fought it from her back for the better part of a year, and on her feet for years before that. She'd known she was sick when they met, but she'd never let it stop her. Not from laughing, loving, or living. Not until the very end.
She'd always been stronger than him.
His fingers spasm against Spike's back, twisting into the fabric of his shirt with all the desperation of a drowning man trying desperately to keep his head about water.]
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[Slowly. Painfully. While John watched, helpless to do anything but hold her hand, and be strong, if only so she didn't exhaust herself being strong for him.
Cancer was the cruelest, most sadistic killer John had ever met, and the only one he couldn't kill. No matter how hard he'd tried. Helen had fought it from her back for the better part of a year, and on her feet for years before that. She'd known she was sick when they met, but she'd never let it stop her. Not from laughing, loving, or living. Not until the very end.
She'd always been stronger than him.
His fingers spasm against Spike's back, twisting into the fabric of his shirt with all the desperation of a drowning man trying desperately to keep his head about water.]
Four months ago.