I do not own the characters. Richelle Mead does. I do own Alicia, Taylor, Olivia, Krishna and little Ramona, though.

Let me know if I should continue this, and forgive me for any mistakes I make, as I'm not a native speaker (corrections are always welcome).

The commons of the hospital were nastily white and deathly silent. Nurses would run down the commons now and then, sometimes trailing a sedan.

In one of the corridors, two women sat in silence. One of them was trying to pass for contrite, sat on one of the seats, her blonde hair perfectly styled in waves, her clothes the latest fashion, spilling fake tears. The other one, leant on the opposite wall, was the complete opposite. The woman with the raven black hair, and the icy blue gaze looked ready to give the blonde a scar much worst of the one that lay on her own cheek.

They were both here for the same person though. He had been in the ICU for the last couple of days, stable, but still with no change. The doctors had no idea what could have caused him to be in comma. That man had never had, indeed, health problems before. Instead, he even kept training daily, like the guardian he was.

Dimitri Belikov could not have possibly been taken down that easily.

Suddenly, something, rudely, interrupted the deathly silence. It was a woman's voice, and sets of high heeled shoes clicking as they came closer.

"…and I'll call to inform Taylor, alright? Don't worry. Everything will be okay, you'll see"

Tasha Ozera turned her head to look at them, and was immediately taken aback. The red haired girl was stranger to her, but the one with the haunted hazel eyes the redhead was –apparently- helping to reach a seat, to finally sit her down on it, was more than well known to her. She was ready to make a step towards her, but thought better of it. Too much had happened between the both of them.

"Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?" the redhead asked.

"Why, Al? Why? This shouldn't have happened. Not to him…" her voice no more than a whisper. The redhead sighed.

"Look at me. Everything will be okay. Have a little faith" she kneeled in front of her, the task seeming exceptionally difficult with the 5" heels she had on. "I should go check on the girls. Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Go" she whispered, and the redhead gave her hand a squeeze before getting up and turning to leave. "And, Al…?"

"Yeah…?"

"Thank you" she whispered truthfully.

"Don't" was the only answer she got, before her friend disappeared at the corner.

Now, looking at both of the contrite women in front of her, Tasha was able to do the comparison. They were both supposed to be going through the same pain, although, only one of them was really going through it. And it wasn't who was supposed to be.

Five years ago, Dimitri and Rose had broken up, as Rose's graduation was nearing, realizing that they wouldn't be able to keep the distance for the sake of their moroi. They had both agreed it was better this way, even though they both knew it was more than immoral to keep two soul-mates apart. It was brutal and sadistic.

Rose never did graduate though. She found out later she was pregnant and she couldn't bring herself to take an abortion. So, she quit her dream, as well as her formal life.

Besides, there was a nine year old girl, whose parents had died in a fight. This girl was neither moroi nor dhampir nor human. She had some dark powers she was struggling to control, which made her incapable of attending st. Vdadimir's. She was alone in the world, and nobody wanted to take on to her. Both Rose and Dimitri were thinking about the same thing, but never could bring themselves to admit it. They both wanted to raise this girl, together. They both knew how it felt to be alone in the world.

Leaving, Rose, took her with her. She was eighteen, but not married. However, they skipped that and gave little Olivia to her, as nobody else wanted her.

Rose had skipped in the human world after that, and a couple of years later started her career as a fashion model. Okay, in truth she was more like an underwear model, with that body of hers.

Little did the moroi world know about her life those five years, as even Lissa, who was seemingly her best friend didn't have contact with her. Only a few friends would give her a call now and then, or pass by in their day off to check on her, friends like Eddie Castile, Christian Ozera, Adrian Ivashkov and Sydney Sage. Even Viktoria had been too busy. She didn't even come to the hospital to check on her brother.

Rose had made new friends during that time. Her partner at work, Alicia Ashford, had stood like a sister to her, both living at the same block of flats, helping one another. They had also grown close with Taylor Lefevre, their photographer. He was nice and kind, and always a great choice to go shopping with.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" Krishna broke the silence, practically glaring at Rose.

"Excuse me?" she shot back THE look.

"I asked what are you supposed to be doing outside my fiancé's room" the blonde snapped.

"Your "fiancé's"" Rose harshly whispered bitterly.