RPOV
"No!" I screamed, as Dimitri collapsed to the ground. Zi turned and ran away, coward. I ran towards Dimitri, and crouched by his body. His eyes fluttered open and closed.
"Oh my God, oh my God." I cried. "Dimitri? Can you hear me?" tears streamed down my bloody face.
"What's going on?" A random man asked from across the street.
"Call an ambulance! Call a fucking ambulance!" I yelled, and saw him pull out his phone as he quickly approached us.
I looked back down to Dimitri, and he was looking up at me.
"Roza…" he breathed, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of my hair back behind my ear.
"Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay" I told him, taking his head in my hands. His eyes closed and I tried to shake him, to wake him up. But he didn't.
Shit shit shit!
"The ambulance is on the way." The man said.
Okay, think Rose, you study medicine for fuck sake! I remembered learning about this. I lifted up his top so I could see the wound better. There was a hole in his abdomen, slightly the right and above his belly button. It was bad, but it could be a hell of a lot worse too, it was only a small gun.
The A,B,C,D,E's for gunshot wounds.
Airway. Dimitri was unconscious so I turned his head to the side so he could breathe better.
Breathing. His chest was rising and falling, he was breathing okay. For now.
Circulation. It was bleeding heavily, I needed to stop it.
"Give me your scarf!" I shouted at the man crouched beside us. He looked confused but handed it to me anyway. I folded it up and applied pressure to the wound, hopefully stopping or as least slowing the bleeding.
Disability/Deformity. I didn't think there'd be any damage to his spine or neck, but I couldn't know for sure because he was unconscious.
Exposure. Look for an exit wound. I rolled him slightly on his side after asking the random man to keep the pressure on the wound. I checked his back, I couldn't see any exit wound.
That's all. That's all I can do for him. It felt like forever, though I think it was only 10 minutes, the ambulance finally arrived. I thanked the man for his help, and hopped in the back with Dimitri, holding his hand.
"Will he be okay?" I asked one of the paramedics.
"I'm pretty confident he will be yes." After that, we rode in silence.
When we reached the hospital they shoved me in the waiting room and took Dimitri to surgery. About half an hour later, Ivan, Olena and Viktoria stormed in.
"Rose?" He asked, as he ran over to me. "What happened?"
Instead of answering him, I burst into tears at last. I'd been holding them in, but I couldn't anymore. Viktoria sat next to me and hugged me, letting me cry on her shoulder. After a short while, I'd finally gotten my breathing under control, and I pulled away.
"It was all my fault, I'm so sorry." Tears built up again, but I pushed them back.
Ivan crouched in front of me. "Rose, tell me what happened, everything, from the beginning."
I nodded and told him absolutely everything. I told him that Isaiah was my ex, the one who attacked me. I told him about previous conversations with him, about him possibly killing those girls, threatening Dimitri and forcing me to break up with him, and I finally told him every detail of what happened tonight. He made notes throughout the entire time.
He left, as he was on duty, and I sat with Olena and Viktoria, both of whom had been crying as I told my story.
"I'm so sorry, Olena. It's my fault your son is hurt." A tear escaped from my eye and I quickly wiped it away.
"Rose. This is not your fault, at all. Don't blame yourself. It was Isaiah and his actions that hurt my son." Olena spoke softly, and kindly. She walked over to where I sat and sat in the chair next to me. She pulled some wipes out of her bag and starting wiping blood from my face. My nose had bled a lot from the brute force of his punch, and I had a small cut on my cheek from the other punch. After she'd cleaned my face, she wiped my hands too. That was Dimitris blood, I realised. There was so much of it, on my hands, on my clothes.
After than we didn't talk. We sat there for hours and hours. I was getting ready to scream and shout for the 100th time, when the doctor finally came out and called for Olena. We all rushed over to him to await the news.
"The surgery went well. We managed to get him stable, his vitals are good. We believe he'll make a full recovery." We all sighed with relief, when the doctor turned to me. "You're Rose? You're the one that treated him while you waited for the ambulance?" He asked. Uh oh, had I done something wrong?
"Yeah, I wouldn't say treated. I just made sure he was breathing and stopped the bleeding." I told him. I was pretty sure I hadn't done anything wrong.
"Well, you should be proud of yourself. He lost a lot of blood as it was, if you hadn't done what you did, he'd probably be dead." The doctor smiled and me and clapped his hand on my back slightly, before walking away. I stared in shock. He could have died? Oh my God.
Olena pulled me into hard hug, crying into my shoulder. "Thank you, thank you for saving my son's life" She whispered as I hugged her back.
"You don't need to thank me, really." I replied. I didn't deserve it. The nurse came over to us then and let us into his room.
He looked so… ill. He was pale, compared to his normal tanned skin. All kinds of wires and tubes were connected to him, monitoring him. I pulled up a chair next the bed and sat down, taking his wired hand in mine. Olena and Viktoria both stood next the bed.
The nurse told us we only had a few minutes. Those minutes were simply spent in silence, watching Dimitri, hoping for any reaction or movement. I knew he wouldn't though, he'd be under until morning probably.
An hour later, I was back in my dorm room. Olena had driven me home after my initial protests. I stripped my clothes off and showered for ages, washing away everything that had happened. I looked in mirror and realised how awful my face looked. My nose was swollen slightly, my lip had bust and was swollen too. My cheekbone was red, with a small cut and a big bruise was already forming around my right eye. I sighed, took some painkillers and got some ice, wrapped it in a towel and lay down with it on my face, hoping to reduce the swelling.
I woke up to my phone buzzing.
"Hello?" I mumbled, not bothering to check caller I.D.
"Rose? He's awake. Dimitris awake." Viktoria said into the phone. "He's asking after you, he's worried."
"I'm leaving now." I told her and hung up. I looked at the clock and saw it was 1pm. I'd slept forever. I hopped out of bed, pulled on some clothes and ran to my car.
I took a deep breath as my hand rested on the door handle to his hospital room. I let the breath out and opened the door.
Dimitri was sat up in bed, and Viktoria was sat in a chair next to him. They were speaking in Russian about God knows what.
He looked up as I entered and shock showed on his face. I walked over to him and sat down in the chair on the other side of his bed.
"Hey" I whispered. "How are you feeling?"
Instead of answering he reached out and pressed his hand to my right cheek. "Roza, your face. Are you okay?" He asked, his voice and face filled with concern. I hadn't even looked in the mirror before I left, I must look awful.
I laughed. "You got shot and you're asking if I'm okay?" This man, he was so good, so caring and selfless. I didn't deserve him.
Viktoria left to go home as she had an assignment due soon, so it was just the two of us.
"So, everybody tells me you saved my life." I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.
"No, I didn't. You're in here because of me." I whispered, shaking my head.
"Rose it's not your fault." He told me, taking my hand in his. "I can't believe it was him. All this time, working with him, and he was the one who did that to you, and possibly those other girls." His fists clenched in anger.
"Can I ask you something?" he whispered.
I nodded in reply. "Did he make you do it? Did he make you break up with me? Or was that you, do you really feel that way?"
"It was him." I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks. "He told me he would kill you if I didn't break up with you. So I did it. I did it so he wouldn't hurt you. And looked how that turned out." I laughed, completely without humour.
"Rose…" he started. "This isn't your fault"
"No, Dimitri." I interrupted him. "It is my fault! I didn't tell you about him because I was scared you wouldn't believe me at first, and then I was scared that he would kill you, and myself. So I kept my mouth shut. And look what happened, you got shot! You got hurt, you almost died Dimitri. Because of me!" I was standing now, my voice becoming higher as I shouted.
"You're so good, so caring and selfless. You never think of yourself, you rush into danger without a second thought for the people you care about, the people you love. And I don't deserve that, I don't deserve you." I whispered.
"What are you saying?" He whispered, his eyes showing hurt.
"I'm saying you don't need me in your life. I'm so sorry, for everything. I hope you get better soon, I really do." And with that I ran out of the room, sobs escaping from me as I heard him call out my name.
DPOV
They were finally letting me go home, it had been 6 days since I'd been shot. I had to regularly change the bandages for a few more days, but after that I could take them off.
Rose hadn't been back since she pretty much broke up with me all over again. I'd tried calling her for the first two days, but she never answered. I gave up, I could take a hint. She didn't want to be with me, fair enough I guess.
I was back in my apartment, Nikita was cuddling into my uninjured side as we sat on the sofa. My mother told me she'd been whining all week, missing me. I missed her too. My mother and Viktoria were bustling around, making sure I had food and what not. Honestly, I was a grown man, I could take care of myself. But it touched me, that they were so worried. They had visited me every day. Karolina, Sonya and Ivan had visited me occasionally too.
Viktoria plopped down on the couch next me, grunting in frustration.
"What's the matter?" I asked, curious.
"You! And Rose! You're both so stubborn and stupid to realise that you're like, meant to be together!" I groaned in response. She'd been blathering on about this all week, constantly telling me to keep contacting her. Like I said, I could take a hint.
I glared at her as she was about to continue moaning, silently telling her to shut up.
A little while later they had left and I was alone. It was nice, actually. Peaceful.
The next whole week passed slowly and dreadfully. I hated having nothing to do. They wouldn't let me back to work until I had fully healed, which would take another couple of weeks. The bandages finally came off though, and the scar was healing slightly. It was still sensitive to touch. It kind of made me look like a badass though.
Ivan came by a lot. Sometimes he would bring food and beer, and we'd chill out. He also mentioned Tasha had contacted him asking if I was okay. He hung up on her. God I hoped she wouldn't show up. Or Emily. I think she was pissed at me for the rejection when she kissed me.
There was also no news on Isaiah, which pissed me off. There had been a report of a stolen car nearby, suggesting he may have took it and ran off.
Ivan had also gotten access to the rape kit they originally did on Rose after she had been attacked. The DNA that was under her nails matched Isaiah's. We still couldn't prove it, but we were all pretty certain he was behind the murders too.
It was now Saturday evening, and Viktoria came over. Once again she was lecturing me about Rose.
"She misses you, you know?" She peeked at me, hoping to tug on my heart strings and give in and claim my undying love for her. Wasn't too far off actually, I thought to myself.
"She told you that?" I asked, had she really said that?
"Not in so many words, but I can see she does. You love her Dimitri, why aren't you fighting for her?" She asked, hands on her hips.
"Vika-
"No. You listen to me. I'm so sick of this! I thought you fought for what you believed in Dimka, I thought you fought for the people you love?"
"I do, it's just-
"You're not fighting for her! When you should be. Answer me one question." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you love her?"
I looked at her, knowing she already knew the answer.
"Yes." I replied.
"Then what are you doing moping around here, when you could go after her? Just think about it okay?" After that she left.
Maybe she was right. I hadn't been fighting for her, and perhaps I should have been.
RPOV
I was sitting watching an episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine when somebody knocked on my door. I opened it and Viktoria stormed past me into my room.
"You're such an idiot!" She yelled at me.
"Well, hello to you too." I replied sarcastically, and sat down on my bed.
"Look, I came here to yell all kinds of stuff at you. But I've been doing that for 2 weeks now, and I'm sick of it. So I'm just going to ask you something. Do you love my brother?" She stood before me, like an angry demon cupid.
Did I love him? I didn't even need to think about it. Of course I did.
"Yes, I do." I replied simply.
"Then what are you doing, sitting her alone on a Saturday night, when you could be with him?" With that, she gave me one last look and walked out of my room, closing the door behind her.
What was I doing alone? I loved him. I love him. I need to tell him, I realised. I didn't care if he didn't feel the same, I needed him to know.
I grabbed my bag, not even bothering to put a jacket on. I ran outside in the pouring rain, and headed in the direction of the carpark.
I was half way across campus when I stopped, frozen in my tracks when I saw him.
Dimitri was there, and he stopped when he saw me too. We both just stood there, panting from running, the rain drenching us. My hair clung to my face. He took slow steps towards me and stood right in front of me.
"Dimitri, what are you doing here?" I looked up at him, squinting in the rain.
"I love you. I'm here because I love you. And I don't care if you don't feel the same, I just had to tell you." He said to me, his breathing ragged.
He loved me. He actually loved me. The thought made me feel giddy.
"I love you too" I said. His eyes widened, and suddenly his mouth was on mine. His hands rested on either side of my face, and mine went up and around his neck. I pressed my body against his, and he moved his hands and wrapped them around my waist, lifting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held his face in my hands as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, and I let out a soft moan as I felt the heat and desire build up low in my stomach.
I remembered that we were in public and it was pouring of rain.
"Let's go back to my room." I whispered into his ear. He nodded and set me down. He took my and hand and we ran towards my building.
I had just closed my door when he pushed me against it, his lips back on mine. He grabbed my arms and pinned them against the wall, I moaned in return. I pulled away so I could catch my breath, and he moved his mouth to my neck, planting soft kisses in a trail down my throat, moving up and down until he settled on the sweet spot below my ear. I moaned again and ran my hands through his wet hair.
He looked down at me then, I could see the desire and question in his eyes. I told him with my eyes exactly what I wanted to do tonight.
I pulled him back to me, kissing him once again. I toyed with his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head. I stopped when I saw the scar on his abdomen. I ran my fingers over it gently, and his stomach flinched, his breathing hitched. I looked back up at him, and he pulled my mouth to his.
He managed to somehow get the rest of our soaked clothes off, so we were both stood in our underwear.
He reached down, placed his hands on my butt, and hoisted me up again, my legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth explored mine once more, our tongues dancing with each other, and fighting for dominance. He walked over the bed and we both fell down on it, not caring that we were still wet. He started kissing my neck, down over my chest. He stopped when he reached my breasts, his eyes looked up at me, questioning. I nodded. I was ready this time, one hundred percent.
His hand went behind my back and he unclipped my bra, pulling it off me and throwing it across the room. I smiled as he looked at me hungrily.
His mouth went back to my breasts. I moaned in pleasure, running my hands through his hair as he teased my nipples, kissing and sucking one softly, while his hand cupped the other one, using his fingers to gently pinch it. I arched my body in response.
His mouth found mine again, and we kissed for a while. He started his journey back down my body, this time going down to my stomach, placing light, feathery kisses all over it.
"You're so beautiful, Roza…" he breathed against my skin.
When he reached the top of my underwear, he looked up at me once more, questioning me again. He saw the answer in my eyes.
He peeled off my underwear, pulling them down and off me. He placed kisses all the way up my legs, and paid special attention to my inner thighs. I groaned at the pleasure, he was teasing me.
He gave in and I gasped when I felt him run his nose along my length. His mouth found my clit, and he started kissing it, which then turned into licking it. His fingers joined in the pleasure, first stroking me. I could feel how wet and I ready I was. He gently inserted one finger, then two, moving them in and out as his mouth went back to my clit.
I tilted my head back and arched my back, moaning. It felt so good, having him down there.
A minute later and I was close to climaxing. I tugged on his hair and whimpered as he pulled away from me. He looked down at me with a devilish smile. Two can play that game. I jumped him and managed to get him on his back, straddling him. He looked up with complete adoration in his eyes.
I trailed kisses all the way down his body, over his neck, his chest, his stomach. I reached his boxers and raised my eyebrows when I saw how large and aroused he was. I swiftly pulled them off, his erection springing free. I gently took it in my hands, playing with it. He closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat.
I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, making him moan even louder. I swirled my tongue around the head, and his fingers found my hair, his breathing heavy.
My hand and mouth went to action, sucking and pumping him over and over.
"Roza." He breathed. He was close. I pulled away from him, making him groan in protest. He looked up at me, and I licked my lips and grinned wickedly. I straddled him again, and I lined him up with my entrance.
"Wait," he whisper, his voice low and husky. "We need protection."
"Don't worry, Comrade, I'm on the pill." I told him. No way would I risk getting pregnant.
I slowly lowered myself onto him. I moaned as I felt myself expand to accommodate him. His hands gripped my hips as I started to move slowly, up and down on him. I tilted my head back. God he felt so good in me. I placed my hands on his chest to keep me steady as I picked up the pace, bouncing on top of him. His grip on my hips became harder, his fingers digging into me as I rode him.
He suddenly sat up wrapping his arms around my waist, still inside me, so he was kneeling on the bed, I was still straddling him, my legs on either side of his. One arm stayed around my waist and his other hand went into my hair, pulling my mouth to his to kiss me feverishly again.
I moved my hips and started lifting myself off him, riding him again as he slid in and out of me. I ran my fingers through this hair, grabbing it as the pleasure increased.
I felt my orgasm building slowly but surely, low in my body. I picked up the pace, moaning loudly, not caring if anyone could hear us. His grip on my hair become stronger and he tugged, making my head go back. His lips went to my neck, kissing and nibbling my sweet spot. It was my undoing.
I screamed in pleasure as the climax that had been building up in me exploded all around us. It was ecstasy. My body quivered from the intense pleasure as Dimitri leaned his face into my neck and found his own release, burying himself deep in me.
We were panting heavily, he looked deep into my eyes with his soft brown ones, so full of the love he had for me. I climbed off him, and fell down the bed, exhausted.
Dimitri chuckled but followed suit, pulling the covers over us. He took me in his arms, and kissed my forehead.
"I love you, Roza." He murmured against my skin.
"I love you too" I told him as my eyes closed, and I fell asleep in the safest place I could ever be, his arms.