"GODDAMN!" Rose rolled on the grocery store floor, groaning at the impact of the cool concrete and her already injured leg. She grit her teeth.

"We don't have to be enemies, Rose," the tall, dark skinned girl stepped in front of the fair-skinned blonde, wiping herself of dried blood. She smiled at Rose, revealing a pair of milky white fangs. "You don't have to fear me."

"Like Hell we don't have to be enemies, blood-sucker!" Rose glared at the vampire, grabbing a shelf for support. She dug in her pocket for her flask of holy water. She scanned for her two partners who had came along to help stock up on food.

John Egbert, a good friend since childhood since before the apocalypse, was battling a blonde vampire with an eye-patch. Feferi was grabbing the food while Rose and John held them off.

"Please hold off on calling me offensive names," Kanaya, the vampire, began to repeat her earlier words. "You don't have to fear me."

"I don't fear you!" Rose pulled herself up to a sitting position as Kanaya took slow steps towards Rose.

Rose struggled to squirm away. She cluched her side and pulled out the flask from her coat pocket. She let Kanaya talk, and once Kanaya got close enough, Rose splashed the holy water at Kanaya.

Kanaya hissed and grabbed her smoking face, sinking to her knees. "Fuck, Lalonde!"

Rose wiggled her hips toward the back exit. "Feferi!" She cried out.

"On it!" Feferi ran out from the back and scooped Rose up, carrying her to the army truck outside. Rose groaned as she fell on the poorly cushioned seats next to supplies of food.

"I finished with the stock, I'll go get John," Feferi assured Rose. Rose nodded at Feferi, granting her permission to leave Rose with the car.

Moments later, Feferi ran out with John, who was holding his wrist. It was probably broken. John hopped in the front seat and Feferi popped in the driver's seat. Feferi turned on the car and slammed on the gas pedal Rose squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. "Fuck..."

"We're almost to the church, Rose," Feferi reassured. Rose nodded.

Feferi suddenly stopped the truck and helped Rose out. "John, come help Rose!" John picked up Rose. She opened her eyes to discover she was in the church parking lot. John rushed her to the back door, shoving the door open. He helped her inside and closed the door behind him. He carried her to the infirmary, just down the hall.

"Jade!" John called out to his younger sister, his blue eyes darting around for her.

Jade walked out of a closet, holding a first aid kit. "John! What hallpened?"

"They caught us," John laid Rose on an infirmary bed. "The blonde girl snapped my wrist, and the black one must've broken Rose's leg."

"It sounds racist when you say it like that," Jade frowned, walking to John first. "John, your wound will be the easiest to fix, and I want to put most my focus on you, Rose, so sit tight while I fix up John."

Rose waited in pain for Jade to finish with John. She held her leg tenderly and flinched when she heard a cracking noise and a hiss of pain from John.

"Okay, John, you're good," Jade assured. "Try not to move it."

John nodded and left.

"Alright, Rose," Jade helped Rose lift her leg onto a chair so Jade could examine it. "Hold still."

As soon as jade's fingers came in contact with Rose's leg, Rose recoiled and hissed.

"Rose, it won't heal properly if its not attended to," Jade scolded.

"It hurts!" Rose complained.

"It won't hurt as much if you stand still," Jade said calmly. Rose huffed and let Jade poke and prod. "Well, it's definitely fractured at the knee. And there's a crack in the tibia."

Rose nodded. "No wonder it hurts like Hell."

"Rose, we're in a church," Jade sighed. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Tavros!" Jade called to her assistant, wo rolled in on his wheelchair.

"Hey, Rose," Tavros smiled and the crinkles by his eyes folded. He was only sixteen, but he had grown the mentality o a thirty-year-old.

"Let's fix this up," Tavros pulled Rose's leg on his lap and began to work on it. Rose clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. She took deep breaths. She whimpered as Tavros snapped her leg back into place, then bandaged her knee.

"Finished," Tavros helped Rose off the bed, making sure she didn't put pressure on her injured leg. Jade handed Rose some crutches.

Rose allowed her arms to hang off the side of the crutches. She quickly thanked Tavros and Jade before leaving the infirmary. A woman with blonde, curly hair stood outside the infirmary. She stood up as soon as Rose hopped out on her crutches.

"Rosey, are you okay?!" The woman slurred in a concerned voice.

"Leave me alone, Roxy," Rose began to hop away.

"Aw, Rosey, come on! Call me 'mom'," Roxy pleaded, following Rose.

"Go. Away."

Roxy Lalonde stopped at the venom in her daughter's voice. She let Rose hobble away.

Roxy sighed and shuffled to the common area. She took a ring of keys out of her pants pocket and stared at the picture of her daughter when she was but a toddler.

"Rosey..." Roxy whispered, tightening her grip on the picture.