This is a re-do of my story "Dhampirs get sick too" so I hope you enjoy it. There's definitely going to be multiple chapters this time and I'm most likely going to finish it! I'd appreciate any feedback and reviews but no flames please!

Rose's POV

God, I felt like crap. As much as I hated to admit it I, Rose Hathaway, was sick. No one was around: Dimitri was away at a Guardian's convention in New York, Lissa was at the Royal Court for some stupid meeting with the Queen and Eddie and Adrian were with her. I mean, Christian was here but I really didn't want to bother him. So I was all alone and miserable.

I wasn't like just sniffles kind of sick. I was hacking my lungs out, sneezing out God knows what, and I'd thrown up the little I'd been able to eat. So basically I was in hell.

Another wave of nausea rolled over me as someone knocked on my door. Great, just what I needed, a visitor.

"Come in!" I croaked as best I could. I didn't feel like getting out of bed to open the door for whoever it was and I probably couldn't do it even if I tried. I heard the door open and I was shocked to see the last person in the world I thought would be here: Christian Ozera.

"Hiya Rose," he said, coming to sit at my side, "Where were you today?"

He actually looked kind of concerned as to why I wasn't around all day. I just shrugged. Worriedly, he placed his hand on my forehead. His eyes widened as he felt how hot I was.

"Holy shit, Rose! You're burning up!"

Give the boy a prize! "No shit," I tried to sneer, but my voice was stuffy, "I really don't feel good Christian." I felt crappy enough to admit it to him.

His icy-blue eyes softened as he looked at me. When I'd looked in the mirror earlier I'd seen flushed cheeks, a pale face, red and puffy nose and eyes, and skin coated in sticky sweat, so I must have looked pretty crappy. He lightly stroked my forehead with his cool hand, it felt nice against my fevered skin.

"Yeah, I figured. You're voice is all stuffy and you're shivering. How long you been feeling like this?" he cooed, worry coloring his soothing voice.

"Since last night," I admitted meekly. He was gonna kill me since we'd been hanging out last night and I hadn't told him how sick I felt.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he shouted and I winced. Why did he have to be so freaking loud? I felt crappy enough without him ragging on me.

"Christian, could you please shut the hell up? I have the hugest flipping headache, my throat hurts, my stomach hurts, and I don't need you yelling at me!" I half shouted, half croaked the words. He flinched at my shouting even though I knew I sounded pathetic and shut up pretty quick.

"Sorry," he whispered apologetically, "Do you want anything?" He started to stroke my forehead again and it made me feel a little better just to know he was trying to comfort me.

I thought for a minute and realized my head was still throbbing heavily, "Yeah, sure. Could you get me some aspirin and a glass of water, please?" My voice had never sounded less bitchy in my life.

He nodded and went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, holding my bottle of aspirin and the glass of water. I also noticed that he held a thermometer.

"What do you have that for?" I asked suspiciously. For some reason I had this thing with thermometers; I really hated when someone tried to take my temperature, even my mom.

He just shook his head, rolling his eyes at me tolerantly, "I'm gonna take your temperature, Rose. Is that a problem?"

For some reason I felt that I could trust Christian with taking my temperature, he didn't scare me so much. I nodded meekly and let him come closer to me. He sat down and inserted the thermometer into my mouth and stroked my hair while he waited for the device to beep. It sucked that it took over a minute to beep. I really hoped that my temp. wasn't too high or else I might not be able to do Guardian work tomorrow.

"102.8, sorry, Rose, but you're sick." he announced. I groaned and he looked down at me sympathetically.

I swear, life just loves to kick me in the ass sometimes.

Christian's POV

I looked down to where Rose was sleeping and I worried, she was really sick. I know Rose and I have our differences but I wasn't heartless. I loved her like a sister, and I didn't like that my sister was sick. Her pretty face was ashen, except for the hectic flush over her cheekbones, and her forehead was blazing hot. She shivered heavily in her sleep, so I went to her closet and pulled out a soft blanket and carefully tucked it in around her.

"Night Rose," I whispered and I leaned down and kissed her scorching forehead sweetly, "Feel better. See ya in the morning."

As I walked back to my dorm, I thought about what I would do. Liss, Eddie, and Ivashkov were gone until next Saturday and Belikov was gone until then too, so it looked like I was the sole candidate to take care of Rose.

"Ah, hell!" I groaned aloud.

This was going to be great! Yeah freaking right!

The Next Morning

I heard my alarm clock blaring next to me and I turned over, smacking it so it would shut up.

"Yeah, yeah. Good morning to you too, you stupid asshole of a machine."

I got dressed quickly, deciding that I might as well drop in on Rose to see of she needed anything. Mostly I was hoping she'd ask me to skip school to take care of her, that way I'd have an excuse not to go to class.

As I approached the dhampir girls dorm, I noticed a familiar figure with dark hair standing outside. As I got closer I could tell it was Rose. Typical, even when she was sick she wouldn't take a break.

"Why in the hell are you out of bed?" I hissed at her, intensely pissed at her for this. Couldn't she just think of her own well-being for once! I mean, was that too much to ask?

She was still sick, I could tell. She was even paler than she had been last night, her cheeks were flushed deep red, her face held a weary expression, and I could see that she was trembling, she basically looked like she would topple over any minute.

"Rose, let me feel your forehead," I walked forward and reached out but she shook her head and stepped back, I sighed, "C'mon, I just want to see if your fever went down."

She reluctantly let me and I placed my cool hand on her face. Sure enough, she was still burning up, her forehead was even hotter than last night. Frig, she should have been in bed, not outside in the cold where she could get sicker.

"You should be in bed. God, Hathaway, can't you take care of yourself for once? What are you going to do if you get even more sick?"

She just shook her head and began walking to my first class, Culinary Science. I sighed, oh well, I'd just have to keep an eye on her. When we got to class Rose took up post by my station trying to act tough and healthy, but she looked too pale and vulnerable to me. I was really worried about that girl.

All of a sudden, she clutched her head and swayed. Worried, I walked over to her and I whispered softly, "You okay Rose?" she shook her head, "Want me to get us out of here?"

"Yes, please," she whimpered. Whoa, she must have been feeling pretty bad to say, 'please'.

I lightly wrapped my arm around her shoulders and I gathered our stuff and led her to the front of the class. I let her go for a minute, to talk to the teacher, and when I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was swaying again, badly.

"Rose? You okay?"

Suddenly she collapsed and I had to lunge to catch her. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head. I shook her gently but got no response.

"Rose? Rose!"

Yay a cliffy! So this is the first chapter of my new and improved story, I hope you've enjoyed it! Let me know what you think of it! ^_^