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Rosalie grits her teeth, her blue eyes glowing in their rage. "I don't know how much longer can I stand this."

My greens savior winces. His hand twitches in mine as if he's fighting the urge to cover his ears. "Maybe we should talk to her."

"Apparently, she hasn't said one word since she's gotten here," Jessica says. Lauren laughs at her, bitter and angry. "You were the one who was so excited about her."

Rosalie lifts her cup, jumping as another scream pierces through the air, spilling water down her front. "Why don't they just give her a fucking cocktail that knocks her out?"

"Rose…" Edward admonishes, but his look of disappointment doesn't even faze her.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm tired of not sleeping."

The high-pitched screaming grows louder. Everyone in the common room groans as several orderlies drag Screeching Jane to the nearest couch, throwing her onto the cushions before running off in haste. Wood scratches against wood as chairs are thrown back and patients quickly rise to their feet, running from the room in an effort to escape and save their ears.

Edward's hand tugs on my own. "Come on."

We follow Rosalie and Jessica and Lauren down the hall, Screeching Jane's echo following us even to Edward's office. Shutting the door saves us from the brunt of her shrieks, casting only a soft echo around the room. We've learned to ignore it.

"Jane Jolie no more." Jessica sighs, leaning against a shelf, forcing her sister to follow suit.

Lauren glares at her, the intensity scorching even from where I take perch on my spot on the leather couch. "You were her biggest fan."

"She's literally gone crazy now. She hasn't shut up since she's got here. She yells at nothing."

"You mean she yells at everything."

"What wing is she in this week?"

"V," Rosalie says, hunched over in Edward's desk chair, her head between her legs, blonde curls dragging through the dust on the ground. "She was in my wing last week, and Wing V is right next door. I'm so fucking tired."

She throws herself back in the chair, laying her head against the torn cushion, her hand rubbing gentle circles across her stomach. Lauren and Jessica close the space between them, offering their friend comfort. Lauren sweeps Rosalie's hair to the side with her hand while Jessica massages her shoulder with hers.

"Don't worry, Rose,"

"Everything will be okay."

Edward fidgets in front of them, his fingers tearing at the loose threads on his uniform. "You can sleep in here if you want."

I hate the sudden jolt in my heart. I don't want her to. My green savior and I spend our nights in this room with only the fire as company. With her here, I wouldn't be able to cuddle against his body, his arms wrapped around me, the flames keeping us warm during the cold night as we whisper our secrets and desires to each other. I silently chastise myself for my selfishness.

When Rosalie shakes her head, I secretly dance with joy. "No. King would just find me. There's no point."

Edward clenches his fist, his teeth grinding. "I'll take him down for you. That bastard."

"No," she's resolute in both her voice and the way she glares at him. "Leave him be. You concentrate on the plan."

He tenses as if he's ready to argue and then, "Fine, but I don't like it."

"You don't have to, but that's my sacrifice." She turns toward Jessica and Lauren. "Do you two mind helping me to my room? I'm feeling a little faint."

They nod their heads, each of them holding onto one of Rosalie's hands as she stands. They say their goodbyes to Edward and bobbing their heads at me. It's when they pass that I see. The tiny but definite bump barely hidden beneath her beige shirt. Her eyes catch mine, and she realizes I know, her hand rubbing her love into her belly.

I see the real Rosalie then. Vulnerable and sad. How she fears the night and the monsters that come with it. How she endures the pain and violations for something she considers greater than herself. How she sacrifices the last vestige of her naïve soul for a life that hasn't even been born yet.

She's just like me. She knows how to pleasure. How to pretend. How to act. To love without really loving. To kiss with feeling without really feeling it. She probably passed all her classes with flying colors as well. And looking into her eyes, I see an understanding. We were women bred to further the advances of man. To please. To take care of. To die for.