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DIMITRI

I was on my way to the headmistress' office to see my mama a few minutes into breakfast. I wanted to ask her to give me a permission slip to go off campus after school to see the new movie, Now You See Me, with Ivan. I didn't have many friends – I was considered a loner and a nerd because I usually had my nose buried in a book unless there was a football in my hands – but I had Ivan Zeklos. I had known Ivan for a long time, but we weren't very close back in Russia. However, he had been my best friend since the first day of football tryouts our freshman year, when I defended him against his cousin, Jesse. Despite being related, and outwardly seeming the same, those two could not be more different.

Eager to get back to my food, I began practically running down the empty corridor. However, just I turned a corner, I collided with someone. Said someone fell backwards, falling down a full flight of stairs.

No – not just someone. My eyes widened as I stared at the beautiful girl in front of me, or rather, below me, on the floor with blood gushing from her forehead or head – I wasn't sure which. Her beautiful, dark hair fell around her in waves and was obscuring my vision. I stood, frozen, as I watched her lift her head to apply some pressure to her wound. A wound I had caused. I felt so guilty at inflicting harm upon someone so beautiful.

I wanted nothing more than to apologize to her, take her into my arms and ease her pain – whoa, what is wrong with me? I've never felt this way about a girl, let alone a girl I just met.

Suddenly, she lifted her gaze and locked her eyes with mine. I had to stifle a gasp at how much loveliness her brown orbs held. I had never seen eyes this dark and bright. The sunlight streamed into the room through the big glass window and lit her up in a way that could only be described as angelic.

I began apologizing to her and was rudely interrupted by Ms. Kirova, who had come out of the office and stupidly asked her if she was okay. The girl was bleeding; of course she was not okay!

"I..." She began but cut herself off. "I'm feeling a little light-head-" She had barely managed to voice before she slumped back, her upper body falling back to the ground.

I stood there, too shocked to move, staring at the unconscious angel in front of me when Kirova's sharp voice snapped me out of it.

"Well, don't just stand there! Help me get her to the infirmary!" She all but yelled at me.

Mama came out of her office just then. "What's all the commotion about?" she asked and then gasped as she registered the girl's unconscious form, oozing blood in Kirova's arms as she tried – and failed – to stop the bleeding.

"What happened? Actually, never mind. Dimka, help us take her to the infirmary, now!" Mama said in a frantic voice. She was always so cautious about her students.

I quickly crouched down and picked her up in my arms, her lightly tanned skin was paling as she lost blood and I found myself worrying about her wellbeing. I would never forgive myself if anything serious happened to her. Please, oh please, be okay. I silently begged in my head as I all but ran towards the infirmary with Kirova and Mama following close behind.

I barged into the infirmary and yelled for Doctor Olendzki and Nurse Rinaldi. Both of them came out of the office in the corner of the infirmary, where they kept the records.

The minute their eyes landed on the beauty in my arms, they widened. Nurse Rinaldi hurried towards one of the cabinets and immediately began pulling out supplies, while Dr. Olendzki instructed me to place her in one of the vacant beds.

I hurriedly obliged and she began working on cleaning the blood which had – thankfully – begun clotting. She assessed the wound and tsked.

"I'm going to have to sow her up." She said, frowning while taking the suturing supplies from Nurse Rinaldi. Now, I felt even guiltier. I didn't realize I was frowning while looking at them work on the gash on her forehead until Mama questioned me.

"What's wrong, Dimka?" She asked.

"Nothing, I'm just worried about her." I said, taking a seat next to her bed, opposite the side that Dr. Olendzki was working on.

"What happened, Dimka? How did Rose get injured?" She inquired further, and I noticed that Kirova had left.

Rose. So that's her name. I didn't realize I was silently testing her name on my tongue until I noticed Mama looked at me questioningly.

"I…uhm, was running to the office and I bumped into her as she was standing in front of the stairs." I admitted.

"Well, I'll need to see if she has a concussion or any major consequences of the injury. Head trauma can be difficult to recover from." Dr. Olendzki said, bringing me back to my guilt.

I asked Mama to excuse me from my classes so I could sit with Rose, and, after a little pleading, she let me stay on the condition that I show her around the campus when she wakes up. I wouldn't mind following her all day long, so I easily agreed.

I texted Ivan, the only number besides my Mama and sisters' that I had in my phone, asking him to pick up any work assigned today. As it was the first day, it should be pretty light, so I wasn't too worried. The only thing I was slightly disappointed about missing was practice, but I'd talk to Coach Alto later and make it up with him.

She left shortly after taking her vitals and told me to inform her if anything happens. I got up from my chair and brushed a few stands of her silken hair from her face and caress her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Roza." I whispered to her.

I sat back down and stared at her still form, praying to anyone who was listening that she would wake up soon.


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