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"Rose! Rose!" Lissa screeched through the bond, her voice much quieter in reality. She shook me, and my eyes fluttered. My head lifted, and a mumbled apology escaped my lips.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm really sorry. What the hell just happened?" I demanded of Demetri. He was wide-eyed and shaking himself, as if me passing out was the worst thing that ever happened. And maybe it was. My heart beat a little harder at the thought. Regardless, he was careful lifting me into his arms as I protested outwardly, insisting that I could walk, and that I was feeling fine.

"Rose. Stop being childish. It's only a few more yards."

I pouted. Lissa was right there by our sides, daydreaming of Christian. I cleared my throat so loudly that it stopped her immediately, as she blushed a deep crimson and smiled deviously. Oh, how vulgar could you be, Liss? Keep those things to yourself. Unfortunately, my side of the psychic bond never worked as clearly as hers did: it was a drawback to being a dhampir. Demetri didn't notice however, and kept on. His face was a stone now, smooth and unreadable, void of any imperfections.

"You're heavier than you look," he teased when we reached administration.

"Are you sure you're just not growing weaker, seeing as now all you do is watch me run laps around you?" I grinned.

"Hardy har har." He pondered that for a second. Stopped himself before completing his thought, and turned to greet the nurse on staff.

"Rose Hathaway! What did you do now?" her eyes grew wide, and her frown covered the entire bottom of her face. The crow's feet that surrounded her eyes aged her twenty years or so whenever she scowled. She threw her greying hair back into a messy bun, and called me into her office.

"So what is it now, Rose? Did you scrape a knee, break your arm, what?" Obviously, I've been here before.

"She passed out. Cold, on the training mat." Stated Demitri in such a harsh tone that it took the nurse awhile to recover from the viciousness.

"And how did she recover?" the nurse questioned.

"Vasillia shook her."

The nurse tsked tsked condescendingly, and turned to her clipboard. I threw imaginary daggers at the back of her head. Lissa coughed laughter, and Dimitri smiled, his eyes still adjusted to me.

"I'm fine, right? I can go? I mean, people pass out all the time. Recover from it pretty well."

Dimitri's eyes tightened. "No. This was more than just 'passing out', Rose. You hit your head well enough to cause a concussion. Check her out, please." he asked the nurse.

She nodded, still writing on a form. "We'll admit you to the infirmary overnight, just for surveillance."

I groaned loudly. "Lissa, come on. I'm fine, right?"

She shook her head. "You were out for at least 5 minutes. Dimitri called me to come to you, you were calling for me or something."

"That's impossible, I was unconscious. How could I call you if I was unconscious?"

"You weren't totally out, at least when I got there. You were whispering some weird language, something I've never heard." Lissa claimed.

"It's just for the night, Rose. I'll come and see you tomorrow," promised Demitri.

"Goddamit, NO! I'm fine. I can't waste any time. What if something happens to Lissa?" I offered, my last chance at escaping.

"I'll be with Christian. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow," Lissa cooed. She touched my forehead.

"God, Rose. You're burning up."

"This should help her sleep," the nurse whispered. I felt a prick in my arm. The warm rush of a foreign liquid sleeping pill working its way through my veins.

My eyes closed, dreams of Dimitri dancing through my brain.

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