A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I loved writing that last chapter :)
'You… have… a boyfriend?' Dimitri asked, sadness portrayed in his eyes. I nodded. I wouldn't reveal his identity yet, though. What was the point? He'd soon forget anyway…
I sat with Dimitri, chatting and repeating facts about myself, his life and what he was doing in a hospital, all day. The only good thing about it was when he fell asleep. I know that sounds rude, but to me it was heaven. I wound my arms around his sleeping figure and kissed down from his forehead to the base of his neck. Automatically, he turned around and pulled me close to him. I smiled and leant my head into the crook of his neck, falling asleep myself.
When I woke up, I was still on Dimitri's bed, which shocked me. And so was he, which shocked me even more. I looked into his open eyes and my jaw dropped.
He wasn't moving away from me.
He was playing with my hair. I reached forward and stroked his face, not engaging in anything too romantic. Admittedly, it did surprise me that he didn't seem to have lost his recently gained memory yet, but I still wasn't ready. I would feel so alone again if he suddenly lost his memory while we were kissing or something.
'You're beautiful…' he muttered and I froze. He seemed to notice because he sat up and turned away from me. I sat up too and placed a hand on his shoulder. He sighed and stood up. I felt, almost, bad for lusting after him because he was only wearing jogging pants.
Then I realised something.
I needed to shower. Pretty urgently, it seemed, by the smell of me and the state of my hair. I jumped off the bed and made my way to the door. And it had to be at exactly the moment when the doctor came back. I cursed mentally at my bad fortune and avoided him as he passed by me.
'Ah, Guardian Hathaway…' he started. I held up my hands and ran out. Luckily, he grinned and nodded just before I left. I ran all the way to my dorm and showered quickly. I looked in my wardrobe, but the only clothes I could find were my shorts and cami; my training clothes.
'Oh well…' I muttered, pulling them on, as well as my black stiletto boots and my black and red arm-warmers. I don't know who the hell cleaned out my wardrobe but they were sure gonna pay for it. Looking into the bond I saw Lissa sitting in her room with large piles of all my clothing. She was giggling with Christian and I saw in her mind that they had planned it so that the only clothes I could wear would be very flirty. But who for? Ahh… Dimitri. I could see her thinking that now. I still hadn't talked to her since the whole Victor incident. I'd have to soon.
I made my way back to the clinic, smelling sufficiently sweet due to the fact that I was wearing my favourite perfume. I came back inside and sat in the chair next to Dimitri's bed yet again. The doctor came over and sat on Dimitri's bed, facing me. Dimitri must have gone for a shower or something too, because he wasn't here.
'What is it, Doctor….?' I started, trying to figure out his name. He smiled,
'Doctor Jones. And, I came to tell you that you can't rely on the drug anymore. His body is now immune to it. Every time you give it to him, he'll just experience crippling pain, no actual memory gain.' Doctor Jones said. My heart sank,
'I've lost the man I used to love?' I said, rhetorically, but the doctor answered.
'Well… I'd advise you to try dating someone else for a while. Not a permanent relationship, but just until his memory returns. And that could be months, years, decades…' I started to tear up, so I stood and turned around, so that he couldn't see me.
'Rose… if I may call you so… I… I think you're a beautiful, amazing woman. It won't be hard for you to find another person…' I heard him say and I felt him approach me from behind. I pretended to be dumb to it, just to see how things would play out.
'You… you think I'm beautiful?' I asked, unsure. I dropped my arms by my sides and stood still. His arms wrapped around my waist and he leaned in and whispered in my ear,
'Yes… I think you're beyond beautiful…' he kissed my collarbone and I leapt forward, turning around to face him. I stood in a guarding stance, my arms in fists in front of me.
'Don't… touch… me like that…' I muttered and he nodded, looking away. I stood back into a normal position.
'I'm sorry, Guardian Hathaway…' he muttered and he walked into his office. Dimitri came out simultaneously. His hair was semi-wet and he had different clothes on. Definitely a shower. I smiled at him and he half-smiled back. I must have been looking slightly panicked because he walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders,
'Are you okay?' he asked, worried. I nodded, uncertain and he smiled a full smile. The one I loved.
'Where did you go?' he asked.
'To have a shower. I smelt awful and my hair was pretty bad…' I blushed and he shook his head.
'No… you're always beautiful…' he muttered. I blushed and subconsciously reached forward to touch him. Was I falling in love with the same man again?
He noticed my hand approaching him, yet he made no attempt to stop it. I smiled at that. My fingers reached his skin and I lay my hand on his neck. He looked down at me and smiled slightly. I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. I heard him intake a breath and I felt a rush of pleasure from that thought. My lips left his skin and I began to walk away. But not before he grabbed my hand. I gasped, feeling that electricity that connected us coarse through my blood. I turned around, wanting unconditionally to be close to him.
'Please stay, Roza…' he whispered. And I did, yet again.
Moments with Dimitri were beauty incarnate. Not as heavenly as when he had his full memory, but still extremely romantic. I sat and chatted about my past, and was pleased when he sometimes remembered details about me.
'Roza… I do remember you doing that… I remember feeling… annoyed,' he laughed, 'at you…' he said, while I recapped a training session we had had a few weeks before he was turned Strigoi.
'That's great… do you remember me now?' I asked, a little impatiently.
'Sort of. I try and remember you, but all I see is a blur… I remember having a best friend… I also remember having a lover… but I don't know who they are…' he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. I smiled reluctantly, taking his hand. I limited myself to friend-to-friend contact, not willing to allow myself any more than that.
'That's fine… you're making great progress every day… it's remarkable…' I smiled.
'God, Roza, you sound like my personal psychiatrist…' he rolled his eyes and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed that we sat together on. He lay on top of me and grinned. My heart started beating erratically at the thought of his body so close to mine. We were silent as the friendly joke stopped and we concentrated on each other's proximity. I stared into his chocolate brown eyes as he leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. I wasn't having any of that, however and I threw myself into it, kissing him passionately and pulling him down on top of me. I sighed as he began to trace kisses down my neck, stroking my hair as he went.
Then it kicked in.
That sickening feeling. That horrible sensation when you know you really, really shouldn't be doing something.
I pushed him back and jumped off of the bed.
'I… I have to go… I'll see you… soon…' I called, jogging out of the clinic and running to my room. Why was my life so bad today?
A/N: Sorry for the late update, but I had two Science exams, Last Sacrifice to read & lots of homework xx Apologies!
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