Marta began to worry that Ezra's state was going to get them in trouble. While she too was fighting urges to touch Ezra, lay down next to him, kiss him, she had to remain strong. The only thing she thought would work best was to ignore him, though she did refuse to let go of his hand. She didn't care who saw, she needed to be able to at least touch Ezra. She cringed, wishing she could return the 'I love you', but worried her voice would give it away and it would be obvious that it wasn't a cousin saying it, but a lover. 

Thankfully Ezra seemed to exhaust himself, and Marta listened as Jeremiah told him his plan. Marta was worried, where was she going to go? Was Ezra going to join her when he was healed? Would she be alone or would there be others where she was going? Watching Jeremiah leave, Marta suddenly felt panicked. She was now scared this could be her last time seeing Ezra for a long period of time, or even forever. And she couldn't even talk to him as the love of her life, only as a cousin. She couldn't imagine what she would do if this was goodbye forever.

The nurse that was in the room hadn't left, and seemed to notice Marta's panic. With a knowing look, she closed the curtain around Ezra's bed and looked at Marta. "You have exactly two minutes. I will go outside, close the door and say I am going to get Ezra's medicine. By the time I come back, you are to be sitting in that chair." The nurse nodded to the chair next to the bed, for family and guests to sit in. Marta nodded her head, trying to show the woman her gratitude with one look.

Once they were alone, Marta carefully slipped into the bed with Ezra. She wasn't even sure if he would understand her or remember this, but she had. "Ezra, I love you with all my heart" she whispered, not daring to speak any louder, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I am a better person because of you. Please be strong, no matter what happens, you have to stay strong Ezra."

She then leaned over giving him a delicate kiss, willing all the love she had to transfer from her lips into his. She then carefully slid off the bed and into the chair just as the door opened again and the nurse opened the curtain. She nodded her head at Marta before going over and changing Ezra's IV bag.

About an hour later, Jeremiah returned, and Marta knew what it meant. She felt the tears she had been holding back since she came into the room, fall from her eyes. How could she say goodbye? "When will I see him again?" she asked. 

"Soon I promise. We can't keep him here long." Marta prayed Jeremiah was being honest and that it wouldn't be long until she was reunited with her love.

"Can I please say goodbye?" she begged.

Jeremiah looked over his shoulders, the gestapo currently flirting with a nurse, making her very uncomfortable. "Make it quick."

Marta leaned over, knowing she couldn't say goodbye like she did earlier, but settled for kissing his forehead, "Goodbye Ezra."