A/N: Okay, I was a little unhappy about my reviews, I just got two, but I realized that's it better than nothing. Oh, and this basically about Rose and her baby.

This is a third party POV, like someone reading a story. Like it was really the author writing it, you're in her/his head. I beleive you guys hot the point.

~Blossoming-Star-At Heaven

Drop Of Blood

Chapter Thirteen: The Wilting Rose In The Bed

She was there lying in her death bed. As always the Rose lying in the bed was beautiful, even though she was half-dead. Her face was pale but the moonlight that shown in the window made her priceless. Her hair that was dark brown and straight, turned into a lighter shade, and unknowing soft curls began to show. Her hair was also covered with tiny petals, and rare leaves that also came from the unknown.

The room was quiet, she was hidden in the basement of the clinic. Alberta wanted the wilting Rose to be kept hidden, and well Alberta thought this was the best. After all she did want this, right? Yes, she did want this, but at the same time, that feeling of seeing-or just letting him touch her was needed. But the girl in the bed knew better-and already knew the consequences if the guy that she loved will be here. In this cold and unhappy place.

And if you have the artist eyes, you'll see that little-so little bump in her stomach. It pained her-the girl in the bed to know that the father of this baby wouldn't even see the growth of his baby in her stomach.

The room was actually homey, if you didn't add the girl lying in the bed and the coldness in the air. There was an antique desk at the corner of the room. The wallpaper was flesh with brown leaves on it, and on the left side there was a door that lead to the bathroom. There was a flat screen television, a night desk, the bed and last the door at the right side, which lead to the clinic.

The bed that the wilting Rose was lying was actually comfortable. The comforter was colored pure white, the pillows black and the covers were red and made of silk.

This room was made of luxury. That wasn't a surprise. Since one of the royals-that was powerful used to stay down here. But this place was always filled with people, always has a happy aura. But right now, they all changed into nothing but emptiness. What a sad thing to see.

The baby in the stomach was actually pretty active, despite the coldness and the emptiness of the room. The baby was was moving like crazy. A bump in the left, in the right and at the back.

To a perosn who has no experience with kids, they will totally scream at the baby to stop moving, since it was irritating. The girl in the bed has no idea how to raise a child nor did she know that it was so movable. But she knew that she loved this baby. She loved this baby with all of her heart. And she also knew the father of this baby will do too.

She could finally live normal. She could give him everything that he wanted.

A family.

But too bad, she won't be anymore at the picture.

All of her friends will forget her and move on...

That's what she wanted them to do. But just thinking of them leaving her behind in this lonely bed. Made her heart clenched.

She knew that she was going to be stuck for her life. But what about the baby? How will the baby be born? Doesn't the baby need food and nutrients? How will I supply the babies needs?

Those were questions, that were unanswered.

But the girl lying in the bed won't always be in that bed. For she already knew what she had to do...and how could she wake up.

A tear escaped the angel's eyes. Making her look beautiful at the same time pained.