"What?" I groaned out, turning my head to look at Pam. Her voice was hard to hear, it sounded like there was cotton shoved in my ears.

"Fuck, Anna. Your heart stopped beating," Pam gritted out, her eyes darting between the road and me.

"Well, that can't be good…" I muttered, my hand gripping onto my heart-hole. Ow ow ow. Fucking ow.

"No shit," she growled back. "Jesus, Anna!"

"What?"

"Your heart, fuck. Get it under control!"

"I don't exactly control my heartbeat, Pam!"

"Well, figure something out!" she snarled at me.

I glared over at her. "How soon 'till we get to the house?"

"Five minutes, maybe."

"Super." My head lolled back into the headrest again.

"Anna!"

"Sorry!"

Pam muttered a string of profanities, and I felt the car's speed increase.

#

When we arrived at the house, Pam helped me out of the car and into the house. I flopped myself down onto the couch, pulling my shirt down to look at the disgusting hole in my chest. It was oozing blood, and I'm sure if I could look at it straight on, I could probably see my heart.

"Well that's fucking disgusting," I commented.

"You don't say," Pam sneered at me, her cell pressed against her ear.

I poked the hole, my finger easily sliding into my chest cavity. And I felt my heart. My mother freaking beating heart. I repeat. My. Mother. Fucking. Beating. Heart. I jerked my hand out. "Fuck, I'm gonna puke."

"Well stop fucking with it!" Pam snapped. She walked out of the room, barking into her phone as she went.

I let out a groan, trying to ignore what was going on. Ew. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ew. Ow. Ew. OW! I let my head flunk down onto one of the couch pillows.I heard the front door open, so I cocked my head so I could see the door. It was Godric and Blondie.

"Anna?" Godric called out.

"Here, Boo," I replied, waving from my spot on the couch, then wincing. Ow.

Pam came back into the room, hanging up the phone. "Ludwig is on her way."

"Da'fuq is a Ludwig?" I asked.

"A doctor, of sorts," was Blondie's reply.

"Well, that sounds promising," I snipped.

"Let me see," Godric said, crouching next to me by the couch. I pulled down my shirt enough to expose my heart. Godric winced as he looked at it. "Anna…"

"I know, fuckin' gross, right?"

"It stops," Pam said, glaring at me. Like it was my fault.

"What stops?" Godric asked, looking at his grandchild (ha! Old fart).

"Her heart. It stopped beating for a minute or two, several times."

"Who needs a heart, anyways?" I asked. Godric just shot me an unimpressed look. Well thanks, Boo. "Ya know, I think it's pretty fucking impressive that I had a frickin' hand in my chest, now have a gaping hole, and it's still beating at all. So, yeah. Whoop whoop." I meekly fist-pumped my hand, trying not to wave it around too much.

"Anna, I can see your heart," Godric said.

"I know. I stuck my fingers in there," I replied.

"Why would you do that?" he groaned.

I shrugged. "Why not? I mean, how many chances will I get to feel my beating heart?"

Godric let out a sigh. "Just, try not to move around too much, okay?"

I gave a thumbs up. "You wouldn't have happened to grab all my groceries, would you? I dropped them in the parking lot," I pouted.

"No, I didn't…" He turned to Blondie. "Eric?"

Blondie nodded. "On it." He sped away.

#

Blondie returned and piled my shit into the kitchen, and shortly after the doctor showed up. A friggin midget doctor. Who was angry. Help me.

Doctor Ludwig was digging around in my chest, making 'hmmm' noises every once in awhile. My hand was gripping the couch cushion, because HOLY FUCK! OW! Her hands were pushing around my gaping wound, and she wasn't even trying to be gentle. Godric was hovering near my feet, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my leg.

"Well, there's quite a bit of damage here," the doc started, removing her hands from my chest-hole. "But it isn't anything that sounds too difficult for you to heal on your own. Though, as your heart does stop beating, I would recommend ingesting vampire blood to speed the process. At the very least, we could pour some blood around the heart to heal the punctures. Keep her on bedrest for the next week, at least."

"Thank you, Doctor," Godric said as the doc cleaned up her hands.

"Should I send the bill here, or is there another address I can reach you?"

"Here will be fine."

The doc left, and Godric moved to sit on the coffee table next to me. "How do you feel?" He asked.

"Ow. Not good. That fucking hurt," I whinned out. It seriously felt like she had yanked on the hole to make it bigger, and took a friggin' egg-beater to my heart.

Godric reached a hand up to push some sweaty hair out of my face. "Will you take my blood to heal?"

"No," I shot down immediately. I knew his views on blood, and how it was sacred. And while I was honored he'd offer to give me his blood, it was something I could never accept. "I'll heal. It'll just take some time."

Godric let out a sigh, but nodded. "Let's get you into bed, so you can rest."

"No, I gotta make me some chicken nuggets first!" I protested. So freaking hungry. And chicken nuggets! Could live off those delicious little nuggets. I started to get up, but Godric gently pushed my shoulders back down.

"I'll cook. You rest," he ordered.

"I will help her to her room," Blondie said, pushing off the wall he had been leaning on to walk over to us. Godric let out a nod, and walked off into the kitchen. Blondie offered his hand, which I took. He helped me to my feet, which was a painful process.

"Fuck. Ow, Jesus. Fuckity fuck fuck. Christ!" I muttered, wincing at every step we took.

Blondie let out a sigh before picking me up, speeding me up the stairs and into my room. I was placed down onto my bed before I really registered what happened. "Christ, thanks," I said, grimacing as I covered my chest-hole with my hand. I pulled my hand away and looked at it. The blood on my hand was drying. No fresh blood. "The Ludwig stopped the bleeding. That's a plus. I won't be bleeding out in my sleep."

Blondie rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't have bleed out in your sleep. Godric wouldn't allow that."

"True. He's a stubborn bastard." At Blondie's dirty look, I quickly added, "I say bastard with much love. I actually use it as a term of endearment…" I was, once again, met with an eye roll. "Fucking bastard," I muttered as I glared at the Blond.

He smirked. "You're too sweet." Right. Bastard was now a nice term. Fuck.

"I meant asshole, ya ponce."

"Sure, Anna. We all know you love me."

"Yeah, about as much as I love Hitler." That would've been much sassier if my stomach didn't interrupt me with a deep growl. So. Fucking. Hungry.

"I'll go check on your food," Blondie said, walking out of the room.

Which left me with nothing to do. Bedrest for the next week, huh? This was going to be so fucking bori-

"Hey, doll," Pam said, as she came in carrying all the bags of clothes that had been left in Blondie's car. "Since you're on bedrest, I'll limit myself to painting your nails. Maybe once you're feeling up to it we can change you into something a little less…" she looked me up and down, "Well, a little more respectable."

"And by 'respectable' you mean slutty, don't you?" I sighed.

"You know me so well."

Fucking Christ, someone save me.

"GODRIC!"

A/N: 25 chapters, guys! That's like, half way to 50! XD Anywhoo, thank you so much for all the reviews, favs, and follows. We're at 217 Favorites, 298 Follows (only 2 away from 300! GAH!), and 82 Reviews. Ya'll are fucking awesome. Love to all of you. And virtual cookies. I seriously wish I could send you all presents, but I'm a broke college kid. So, I'll just express my love in song, and interpretive dance (that none of you can see or hear, which is probably a good thing. LOL).

Working on the next chapter, but IDK when it'll be done. I was hoping to have it out by the end of the month, but I need to figure some life shit out (I want to apply to Vet School, but I also want to take a year off, 'cuz I've been in school for 17-ish years... So I gotta figure that out, and if I do decided to apply, I gotta find peeps to write me recommendations, take a test, blah blah blah. Fucking stressful. And I gotta get ready for my SENIOR YEAR OF UNDERGRAD SCHOOLING! Oh my fucking god, SENIOR YEAR!). So, I'll try to get it done ASAP, but it might take some time.

Well, that got ridiculously long. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, will try to get the next one out ASAP. Love ya'lls!

Also, to the Guest reviewer last chapter...
I have plans... XD But I get you're concern. Eric's obsession with Sookie was one thing I couldn't stand during the show. While he still does have a fixation with her in this story, I'm trying to tone it back and make it more of a "I want to use her for my own benefit" and less of a "I want her 'cuz she's pretty and talented and OMFG I love her", if that makes any sense? Haha