A/N: It's Bethie again. How did you like the first chapter? Good? Bad? Deathly terrible? Please review! It means so much! :)

I apologize for the lack of lemon. I don't like to write those...Again, Anna apologizes dearly! Thanks! Sorry this chapter is so short.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form, own Vampire Academy


Rose POV

"Alrighty, Ms. Hathaway," says the man in the blue mask above me. I am lying on a bed in the hospital room, my Russian God beside me. It's time for the robotic cell surgery and I'm scared. But I put on my 'bravado Rose' expression and grin through it. "We're going to give you some anistisia through this IV and begin the surgery. Dimitri may stay until you're asleep; then we'll begin the operation." I nod and squirm in the paper sheets that hold me to the bed. The doctor nods to a nurse and she cleans off my wrist with alcohol. Dimitri leans down and kisses my lips sweetly. Damn, that dude really knows how to calm a girl down. I bask in the bliss of Dimitri's special sexy kiss.

Suddenly, I feel an agonizing pinch and pull back to glare at the large needle now inserted into my arm. "That freaking hurt, bitch," I snap at the nurse.

The nurse ignores me and jots down something on her clipboard. "Now, Ms. Hathaway, you'll start to feel fuzzy and a bit…out of it. This is completely normal and you'll be asleep in no time." I watch the blue mask over her lips puff and wiggle with her words. I snort with laughter.

Dimitri stares at me oddly and squeezes my hand. "Roza? Are you alright?"

The nurse pats his shoulder. "She'll also be a little loopy for a couple minutes."

I look up at my boyfriend and gasp at the rainbow spots that cover his face. I reach out to touch one near his eye. "Ow!" he says.

"You're all sparkly," I tell him. Dimitri raises an eyebrow and looks as if he wants to back away.

"That's…an interesting observation, Rose," he says softly.

"Observation," I giggle, pinching his cheeks. I stroke the ebony stubble that is beginning to grow. "Who uses that word anymore? That word is for old people."

I draw my hand down and stare at it intently. "One," I count my fingers. "Two, three, four, five, six. Aha! Lookie, Dimitri! I have six fingers." "No, no, babe," he argues. "One, two, three, four, five. Just five."

"Shut up, bitch!" I yell, suddenly filled with rage. "I know what I'm doing!" The doctor rushes over, seeing that Dimitri needs help. "Rose, do you feel fuzzy?" I giggle. "I feel like a rainbow pony sleeping on a glittery, pink cloud with babies flying around." Dimitri bits his lip, stifling a laugh. The doctor rubs his hands together. "I hope that's a yes. Now, can you count to ten for me?" "No," I reply. "I don't feel like it." "Well then, can you count to five?" he wants to know.

I twirl a lock of my curly, brown hair around my finger. "Fine, fine. Stop pushing me! One…dos…four…" My eyelids are drooping and my limbs go numb. "I feel funnnyyyyyy!"

And the last thing I see before my eyes close, is the relieved face of my soul mate.