Hey! This is my entry for XxXLost-In-The-CrowdXxX's "VA Contest." Full Summary is below, and happy readings! (: OH!

**WARNING: My other stories, the other three, are going to be put on haitus until the deadline of the contest entry thing. Maybe. I think. I don't know… X.X Starting on January 20th (?)… XxXLost-In-The-CrowdXxX says to be warned because it could possibly be changed. But anyway, I will be picking them back up! There is no way I'd leave y'all hangin'. Thank you all, if you are my same readers, for being so amazingly patient!**

Summary:

Entry for "VA Contest" by XxXLost-In-The-Crowd's "VA Contest."

Rose, a girl who's fresh out of college and working towards building her own psychical fitness center, is completely destroyed when she's a victim of a car accident. Not just psychically, but mentally and emotionally, too. With the doctors saying she will NEVER be able to recover, that doesn't stop her from trying. Will Rose have a miracle and be able to heal, in all the ways necessary, or will her attempts to heal just slide further down the drain?

Disclaimer: I, Dimkaisshmexy24, only own the plot and any other characters I may create later on in the story. All rights belong to Richelle Mead.

Chapter One: "Ice is great for the roads!" said no one ever.

"Lissa, calm down. I'm on my way, and we'll fix this together, alright? Deep breaths. Now, what's wrong with the dress?" I asked, trying to keep her sane.

"The beading- it's all wrong! I- he- uggghhhh! We can't just tear it all off, but kind of want to try to since it's barely attached…" she said, hurriedly.

"Then we'll try it. If it doesn't work, I'll get my dad to buy you a new dress." She gasped over the line.

"I can't ask that of him!"

"One) technically, you're not just yet because we have to try fixing your current dress first, and two) he won't mind. He's practically rolling around in money… He went as far as trying to replace Sylvester." I heard laugher over the line. I swear, if Christian was there, somebody was going to be murdered.

"Liss, that better not be Christian I hear."

"It's not. It's Mia, and Sonya. Do you remember her?"

"Yeah, last Tuesday we met. She's Mikhail's wife?"

"Mmhm."

"Oh. Well, tell them I said hello."

"Hey, Rose." Mia laughed.

"Hello, Rose." I heard Sonya say.

"I'm on speakerphone, aren't I?"

"Yup. Okay, so I have an idea on how we can fix it." Lissa said, bringing us back to the topic she was torturing herself over.

"Go for it."

"Well , I was thinking-"

"Sorry- just wait and hold that idea. I'm almost there. Let me go and I'll be there in a sec."

"Okay." The line went dead and I put my phone down, focusing on switching lanes. As I was, I heard a fire truck siren, along with cop car sirens. I turned my radio off. I wanted to hurry up and get to the bridal gown store, but I had to stay in the right lane, meaning I'd be caught up in traffic until whatever commotion that had popped up- went away.

I looked out my window with my hands still on the wheel. Somebody flew by my car, along with many others, and the cops pursued. But one specifically caught my eye. It had slipped on the ice and was flying at full speed towards me.