Dimitri POV –
I ran a hand towel under warm water, rung it out then walked out to where Rose was sitting on my bed. She thought that I could do a better job than then the nurse. I knew she was in pain but I wiped her face carefully, kissed her nose gently, then went and got some Panadol from the cabinet. While I was out of the room rose changed into some black tights and one of my shirt. I was an incredibly sexy site to see. Rose in my clothes does something to me.
I gave her some Panadol to help with the pain and a glass of water. I grabbed her hand and started walking out of the room. But Rose being Rose protested.
"Dimitri, I am fine, I don't need to go to the nurse."
"Rose you have a broken nose and I know you in pain by the way your forehead crinkles with you move your head. We are going to the nurse." I commanded. She protested again claiming she was fine, that her nose doesn't hurt.
I picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder trying not to jolt her too much and started making my way to the clinic. While we were waiting Rose clutched my hand. I love that when we were alone together neither of us needed to be guarded. I loved that she could worry and feel nervous or scared without feeling like she was a failure or trying to be stronger.
I chuckled to myself "Why are you so scared?" I asked her.
"I'm not scared." She snapped. I knew from the way her hand was clutching my hand so tightly my knuckles had turned white, from the way her head was buried into my shoulder and she sat on my lap. I loved every second of it.
"Roza. I know your scared." I pointed out all the obvious signs and she just grumbled something about hating anything to do with hospitals and needles.
"Rosemarie Hathaway." The doctor called.
"It's Rose, okay?" She snapped at the doctor. I knew the pain was getting to her. We didn't have the normal doctor (A/N sorry I forgot her name and I'm writing this at 1am so I can't be bothered to go get the book.) so she had to ask Rose her medical history.
"Look, just go look at my files if you don't believe me, but before you go can you get me some fucking pain medicine because I am about two seconds from breaking your arm and making you get it while my foot is up your ass." I knew I had to step in before what she said becomes a reality.
"Sorry, the pain is getting to her. Can you just hurry this up?" The doctor quickly walked out of the room and I turned around to see Rose holding her nose carefully and muttering under her breath. I walked over to her bed grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up. I sat down quickly and put her on my lap. She snuggled into my arms and I'm pretty sure she breathed in my scent.
"You smell so fucking good." She moaned. I pretty sure I didn't smell that good. I haven't had a shower in like twelve hours and I have been rolling around in dirty all sweaty.
"I can't smell that good, I haven't showered." I voiced my inner dialogue.
"I like the way you smell all the time. You have a certain musk to you. It's your cologne mixed with sweat and your well just manliness." She described. A clearing of a throat brought us out of our bubble. The doctor held up a green whistle. (a/n it is this medical whistle looking thing that distributes pain relief – for those of you that didn't know.)
"Now Rose this is going to hurt but keep sucking that whistle and it will be over quickly."
She grabbed Rose's head, moved it towards her at the angle that she could she better with and snapped her nose back into place.
"Fuck" Rose shouted. "Dumb bitch that green fucking whistle did nothing." She exclaimed.
"Come on Rose," I said. "Thank you" I said to the nurse.
I moved us quickly to my room and set Rose on the bed. She took off her shirt and tights and reached for my discarded shirt. She liked to wear whatever I just had on as it always smelt the nicest and was already warm. I think she just liked having my clothes on.
I took off my jeans and climbed into bed. Rose was already half out of it and I grabbed her waist and moved towards her. I know it is weird for me to snuggled against her because it is normally the other way round but I love her body too much and I like laying my head on her chest were her heart beats. She mumbled that she loved me and I repeated the same back to her.
I must have fallen asleep quickly because when I woke up half an hour later Rose had shifted so she was literally curled up on my chest all her weight on me. I loved waking up to this site. She did it when she either had a bad dream, something was troubling her or if she just felt like it. I knew it was because something was troubling her, probably what her mother said and I'm sure she will tell me tomorrow. When we wake up, I usually tell her that she climbed on top of me during the night and she would tell me that I should just push her off because she was too heavy for her just to lay on me. I think she weighs nothing because I bench press more than her body weight.
She would always stall to try and keep more time to escape what was troubling her but I would get it out of her first thing tomorrow.
I wrapped my arms around her and quickly fell back into blackness.
A/N 1018 words – without author note. Hope you guys like it. Next chapter maybe Rose, but I like writing in Dmitri's point of view. Good Day all.
