Hey hey hey! I'm back with another chapter! Normally, you know I would update once a week or once every two weeks, but guess what! My sister isn't home and isn't going to be for a few hours so that means I have time to write another chapter! (: I'd like to thank littlebadgirl2904, anon(Shawna), lovingbites, and Dorothy for reviewing! Your reviews make me so happy! I just noticed… each sentence ends with an exclamation mark… well, except for this one. But that just shows you how happy I am! I am ecstatic! I look like a fool with the grin I am wearing on my face. ANYWHOOOOO- I'd like to apologize for some of the sentences in my last chapter… they were mushed together and I understand it made it harder to read. Crap happens. Oh well! On with the story!
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Previously in Rosemarie Hathaway, The One and Only:
I sat down on the bench trying to process what was going on with Paul. He never acts like this. Then there was the situation with Lissa this morning where I didn't want to visit Rose. None of them have any idea as to why I won't visit the love of my life, the pearl to my oyster, the roots to my tree, who's in the hospital, because of me, in a coma.
Chapter Nine- Far Away by Nickelback OR Always by Bon Jovi… I like both. I think both songs kind of represent their love. (:
(Adrian POV)
My head was pounding. I sat up, taking a minute to register where I was, and found that I was staring at picture of a dragon that hung on the wall. I climbed out of the bed and dragged my feet over to the door that would lead me out of the room. I heard arguing on the other side.
"How foolish could you have been? Paul, you're fourteen!" barked a loud voice.
I couldn't exactly tell who it was because my mind was still fuzzy. Pushing the door open, I noticed Lissa sitting on an armchair in the far corner, Christian tensed next to her, and Viktoria staring at all of the commotion with large eyes. Paul looked at me, his eyes widening like Viktoria's. He made a small motion with his hand pointing to the door. Why would I need to move? Paul scooted farther back into his seat while Dimitri continued to loom over him.
"Fourteen is never an appropriate age to start drinking! Paul, you are a Belikov and I know, I know damn well, that your mother raised you a whole lot better than this. If anyone, especially Ivashkov, asks you if you want to go to a bar, you don't say 'yeah,' and jump into a car with them."
Paul continued to point to the door, jabbing at air. Dimitri spun around, his eyes narrowing when he noticed me standing there. I saw how his hands were clenched, the color a mix of white and pink as the pressure grew.
"You. You convinced Paul to go out and drink?" I gulped and nodded. Wait, did I? Shit, he was pissed. Pissed to no end. I glanced around nervously, seeing how Christian and Lissa had disapproving looks on their faces and how Viktoria's twisted in pity.
"Do you realize that, royal or not, Moroi or not, I am going to hurt you?" I looked to Lissa, but all she did was shake her head. She was the queen! She was going to let Belikov beat the shit out of me? I'm Royal Moroi, to whereas Dimitri is a trained Royal Guardian. He was supposed to protect us, not hurt us! I had muscle, but that was nowhere near enough to help me win against a little one on one with Belikov. I was screwed. Even more screwed when he was walking over to me. Dimitri pulled back his fist and swung. And damn, he put a lot of force behind it.
(Lissa POV)
I watched as Adrian crumpled to the floor, knocked out. Paul hopped from his seat and ran over to Adrian.
"Uncle Dimka!" his manly voice cried.
"What?" Dimitri seethed. I only found Dimitri scary whenever he fought because he held so much grace and power into his techniques, but right now, I would have peed my pants had I not just used the bathroom. I could tell that he had a lot of bottled up anger and other harsh feelings that were rushing to the surface.
"You had no right to punch him! It was my choice to go! Hell, I asked him to go!"
"You did what?"
"Yeah, I asked him to go. I wanted to get my mind off of all things going on here."
"That doesn't mean you go to a bar and get drunk!"
"They say alcohol gets your mind off things."
"Yes, it does- until you wake up to all of your problems crashing down on you."
"But this problem is one that won't go away until a certain someone wakes up!" We all knew who that certain someone was.
Dimitri's eyes hardened even more- if that was even possible. My eyes watered at the thought of Rose who was in her deep slumber. Christian rubbed my back soothingly as his face dropped into a frown. I knew he and Rose didn't get along very well, but I knew they still cared for each other.
"This has nothing to do with Rose." Dimitri replied, his eyes moving to the floor.
"It has plenty to deal with Rose. Ever since she went into a coma, you've mourned, blocking everyone out. We get that you needed space, but it's been three months! You haven't been the same old you, Dimka, and everyone misses you. Do you know how much you have hurt the rest of your family with the constant ignoring and pushing away? We all loved her but we have accepted the idea that she might not be up for a very long time, and we have adjusted to it."
Poor Dimitri was shaking at this point. I could never imagine the pain he goes through every day, suffering. I wouldn't even be able to get out of bed if Christian was in a coma.
"You know nothing." he croaked out, walking briskly out of the room. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I thought more about Christian being the same position as Rose.
"Babe? What's wrong?" Christian knelt down in front of me and pushed the hair out of my eyes with one hand while holding my right with his other. His thumb ran over the back of my hand and it calmed me down immensely.
"Rose. If you were her, I don't know how I'd do it. Dimitri doesn't deserve that kind of treatment because what he's going through is harsh. He loves Rose with all his heart and he has every right to act that way!" I sobbed.
"I know, I know. All we can do is hope that Rose will wake up." I nodded sadly and let Christian carry me to the bed. I was extremely tired after today's activities and even more so after what had just happened.
"I'm going to get someone to help me take Adrian down to the infirmary and then I'll come back, alright?" I nodded again.
"Sleep tight." He kissed my forehead, my lips, and the ring on my left finger. We hadn't gotten married yet because Rose was in a coma. I wouldn't get married without my best friend there by my side. If she doesn't wake up two months after I give birth, then the wedding plans will continue. Christian then exited the room, leaving me to think more about Rose, my best friend and sister.
(Dimitri POV- right after he left the room!)
"Belikov. You alright?" Mason looked slightly worried.
"Yes." I was in no mood for talking.
"Lissa told us to stay out here… I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe." I nodded mechanically. After he was done speaking, I made my way to the room Rose and I had shared- the room we still share, and locked myself inside. I laid down on the bed and did something I hadn't done since I was two. I cried. I hadn't even cried when I heard that Roza had gone into a coma. I missed her so much. I missed her soft touch that brought me so much happiness. I missed her glowing smile. I missed her sarcasm. I missed her calling me "Comrade." I missed my beautiful Roza. I couldn't visit her though. People have asked me before as to why I don't visit her and I don't have the guts to tell them. I know Roza would never want me to give up- I've always been a fighter, but without her, I give up. The guilt is eating me alive. I should have never left Rose that day for Tasha. I was compelled, yes, but I should have never trusted her. I confided in Tasha when I really should not have. Because of that, Rose is in the hospital. Even though I accepted Tasha's offer, I could have stopped the explosion had I been faster. A knock sounded at my door and I opened it to see Yeva.
"My grandson, you have been crying." I stepped aside and allowed her to come in.
"You do not understand that Roza's coma is not your fault." she said, making herself comfortable on the leather couch.
"There is nothing to understand. It's my fault and it's as simple as that, Babushka."
"Dimka, you cannot blame yourself for Roza's coma. Blaming yourself gets you nowhere and you know it, my boy. She is one seed out of the many others inside the package, and they all grow to turn out differently." I stared at my wise grandmother, not sure how to take her words. They could mean a lot of different things.
"Go, boy, and plant your words carefully. The sun will be out to shine soon." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but she stood and made her way to the door.
I wiped now dried tears from my face and slipped my duster on. I smiled when I thought of Roza making fun of it.
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When I arrived at the hospital located inside of the Royal Court, I saw Adrian walking out with an ice bag pressed to his face.
"Shit, Dimitri, I'm sorry- please don't hit me!" he cried, ducking behind one of the green bushes that sat outside of the building.
"It's alright. I'm not going to hit you." Adrian then stood, wiping dirt off of his legs.
"Oh. Good." I sighed and began to walk past him. "Wait! What are you doing here?" he asked, taking the ice bag off of his face. His eye was nearly swollen shut, his nose had bandages on it, and his lower lip was busted.
"That is none of your business." I told him, putting my guardian mask back up. I was still angered by the fact that he didn't have enough commonsense to stop a fourteen-year-old from going to a bar.
"Fine. See you around, Dimitri." I nodded and entered the hospital, a wave of that strong sterile and clean smell hitting me. I went up to the receptionist who was playing a crossword puzzle.
"Excuse me." She looked up and smiled, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"I am here to visit a Rosemarie Hathaway."
"Sign in right here," She pointed to a fill in chart. "And write your name on this name tag here." she said, then pointing to a visitor's pass. I did so and wrote my name down as Guardian Belikov.
"She's in room two-thirteen." I thanked her and went to the right where rooms after two-hundred would start. As I got closer and closer to room two-thirteen, I thought of all the possibilities that could happen- and they weren't the greatest. What if she woke up and didn't remember me? What if she woke up and hated me because she was stuck in a coma because I had failed to bring her out of the mess conscious? What if she died while I was in there? What if- damn Dimitri! Just shut up and get your ass inside that room!
I listened to my thoughts and stepped inside the room. My eyes darted to Roza as I saw her on the bed, her hair splayed out in different directions across the pillow. In a few short steps I was sitting on the chair right next to the bed. The monitor displayed her heartbeat. IVs and other tubes were connected to her. I grabbed her hand and held it tightly between my own, wishing she were awake.
Like the people in the books and movies, I started off with saying, "Roza, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I want to say something," however, as soon as I said her name, her steady heart rate increased. "Roza, milaya moya, can you hear me?" Her hand twitched in mine and I smiled brightly.
"Can you try to open your eyes, Roza? Or move your hand a little more?" Her eyes squeezed the slightest bit but I was able to catch it and her hand lightly squeezed mine. It was barely a squeeze, but it was good enough for me.
"Roza, I love you. Now that I know that you can hear me, I need to tell you something. I haven't visited you- I don't know if you knew or not, but if you didn't, now you know. Roza, the reason was because I had failed you. I failed to fight against Tasha when I told you I didn't love you anymore.
"I had failed to protect you from her again when that bomb blew up, sending us flying. I know I am not perfect, but that doesn't give me any excuse to not try harder. I love you with all my heart Roza, and from here on out, I will try my hardest- I will surpass the extremities to protect you. I did try my hardest before, but it wasn't enough. Now I have another chance to start over and there's no way in hell I am going to let that slip from my grasp. I love you too much to let that happen."
Her mouth lifted- Roza's mouth lifted into a smile! I shot up from my seat and smiled a grin so large that I was sure my face would split into two. Then the monitor beeped. My smile immediately dropped. It wasn't a short beep either. The horrifying beep sounded in my ears, dragging out the pain in my chest. Her hand was limp in mine and her skin was losing its natural color. My heart drummed thunderously inside my chest while my blood swished through my head. Roza can't be gone. She can't.
"Roza! No. No- no! Roza- Wake up! You can't be gone. Please wake up. You can't be gone!" I crumpled into the side of the bed, crying into my Roza's beautiful hair. Her lifeless body sat there, defeated. I was defeated. Roza was gone and could never come back. The sobs made my body shake while the tears made my world blurry.
"Roza. Don't go." I cried endlessly. I felt like my life had nothing to live for. I felt like my heart was ripped in half. I felt like I needed to pay for Roza's death- that is until I heard music to my ears.
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