Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! This chapter is pretty short. I'm sorry. I have a bunch of exams this week, so it's pretty hectic.

Once again: I am extremely sorry!

Enjoy!

I woke up with a pounding headache. I have hangover, I thought grimly. Groaning, I looked over to my left. There, on the nightstand was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. I tried sitting up when a pair of warm hands gently pushed me down. Dimitri stood to my right with an amused smile on his face.

"Don't even try to sit up." I was about to protest when my door opened. Christian and Lissa walked in smiling.

"ROSE! You're up… finally." She yelled gleefully. I grimaced when she yelled, she made my head pound. I looked over at the bottle of aspirin longingly. Christian noticed.

"Aww, does Rosie Posie have a hangover?" he asked. I glared half-heartedly, not wanting to argue right now. He noticed that too and sobered. He walked over and passed me the glass of water, then about three pills. I smiled gratefully. Lissa looked a little shocked.

I popped the pills and gulped the water, my throat was parched and I heard a click when I swallowed. It took a few minutes for the pills to work. Blinking, I looked around my room. Everything was tipping sideways; I felt a bout of nausea build up. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly lay back down. Dimitri and Lissa got a worried look on their faces, I tried smiling to reassure them but it came out as a grimace. Lissa went to get Andre, because her parents were on vacation, while Dimitri and Christian stayed. Christian put his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. He immediately pulled his hand away.

"Holy shit. She is really warm." Dimitri put his hand on my forehead and nodded.

"You are right. She has a fever." I looked at them funny. I was not warm, in fact I was freezing! I snuggled in to my bed more. Lissa walked in dragging Andre. Andre looked worried.

"Is everything okay?" Asked Andre. Dimitri shook his head. Andre came closer to me and swore under his breath. "Jesus. You look like shit."

"Thanks for the great compliment, Andre." I croaked. Andre swore again.

"Are you hungry?" Asked Lissa. I thought for a moment, then shook my head weakly. Everyone in the room gasped.

"Rose isn't hungry? Something really is wrong with her. I guess we have to skip the dance." Christian mused. Shit! I totally forgot about the dance!

"So… What is wrong with her?" Dimitri looked at Andre and explained.

"She has a fever. A really bad fever. I thought it was just a hangover, but I was wrong." Andre nodded and placed a hand on my forehead. He grimaced.

"I guess I should call the doctor. She shouldn't get out of bed. Lissa, you watch her. Dimitri, Christian, go to the pharmacy and get some medicine. I will call the doctor." Andre sounded like a drill sergeant. Everyone except Lissa left. She looked sympathetic.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked.

"Water please, and anything to make this headache go away. Oh, and can you turn off the light? It's really bothering me." I managed. She nodded and walked away, turning off the light as she went. Andre popped his head inside the door.

"The doctor will be here soon. How are you doing?"

"How the hell do you think I'm doing?"

"Sorry." He said softly. We sat in silence for a few minutes until Lissa came back.

"Here's your water. I couldn't find anything for your headache, sorry." She handed me a big glass of water, which I gulped down greedily. A knock at the front door startled me, I choked. The doctor came up the stairs. He was in his late thirties with a receding hairline and a major pedo moustache. He came closer to me and laid his hand across my forehead. He then looked at his watch.

"Hmmmmm…" He said. The doctor did a few more things adding a few Hmm's and Oh's and the occasional Mhm. After a few minutes he pulled Andre into the hallway.

"This doctor doesn't have a clue what he is doing!" I whisper-yelled to Lissa. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say "What can we do about it?" The doctor and Andre came in. Andre looked really worried now.

"Rose," said the doctor, "I'm afraid you have meningitis." I froze. The room was spinning again, and I threw up.

Meningitis. That is really bad. Those were my last thoughts before I blacked out.

Okay so, this is my worst chapter ever! Before any of you start flaming me for giving Rose meningitis, I have to say one thing:

This is my story, If you don't like... Don't read it.

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