Her hands were moving restlessly across his face again, tracing features, confirming reality.
"Marry me tomorrow," she repeated, kissing him between words. "Or the day after. Or as soon as the doctors clear you to leave this hospital. I want to be legally bound to you before anything else can go wrong. I want everyone to know you're mine and I'm yours and nothing... nothing... can change that."
She kissed him again, deeper, more demanding.
"Say yes," she whispered against his mouth. "Say you'll marry me. Say you want this as much as I do. Say I'm not alone in feeling like we've wasted too much time already and we can't afford to waste any more."
Her hand pressed over his heart again, feeling it beat, needing constant confirmation.
