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When I got back into the living room where my friends seem to be interrogating Dimitri, I saw that Dimitri took a bite of a brownie and that he apparently chocked on it.

Everyone laughed, but when he didn't stopped and only seemed to cough harder, I rushed over to where he was holding his throat.

"What is wrong with him?" squealed Jill, while she was clinging onto Eddie.

That was the moment when Dimitri collapsed onto the floor.

Chapter 11

Dimitri laid there, still. That's when I started to panic and Christian sprang into action.

Without hesitation he barked out orders and checked whether Dimitri still had a piece of brownie in is throat. When he was positive his lungs were free, he ordered Lissa to call an ambulance.

"Does he have any allergies?" Christian asked me, while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.

I was so shocked and worried that it took me some time to register his question and answer him.

"He's just allergic to fish."

Lissa came barging in and told us that the ambulance should be here any minute, since they had already been close to campus, because of another emergency.

After some seconds had gone by, I remembered something else.

"Lupins."

"What?" asked Eddie, who stood next to the girls, looking outside the window to see where the ambulance was.

"Lupins. He's also allergic to lupins." I repeated.

"And what are lupins?" this time it was Adrian who asked.

"That are some sort of peas." I recalled and tried to remember what else the doctor had told us when we first discovered this allergy.

"We haven't had any kind of peas tonight." Simon piped up.

"No, but they are also used for-" I stopped midsentence.

I looked at Christian, shocked.

"What are they used for?" Lissa urged me to continue talking.

"Flour. Sometimes they're used to make flour." I gulped.

Christian sprung up and ran into the kitchen.

I couldn't do anything but looking at Dimitri who laid on the floor and stroke his head.

In this moment I remembered an argument we had one day after class, maybe two days after his arrival.

Flashback

"Rose," someone yelled my name behind me.

No matter how long I haven't seen him or heard from him, I would always recognize his voice. This accent used to make me feel loved and protected, but now not anymore.

I contemplated ignoring him, but he got to me before I could flee.

"We need to talk," was all he said.

"We don't need to do anything, but stay away from each other. As far as I am concerned, we don't now each other." I kept my voice low so no one could hear us.

It's not like anyone seemed to care what we were talking about, but I couldn't risk someone finding out about our past.

"Just like that? I don't even get the chance to talk to you, to try to explain myself?" I shook my head and wanted to leave.

Dimitri stood in front of me. "Okay," he continued. "But could you at least tell me why you're using your maiden name? I mean, as far as I remember, we are still married and that means that your name isn't Hathaway, but Belikova." The anger in his voice was clear to hear.

I just couldn't understand why. After all, it has been his decision to leave, not mine. So him standing here, questioning my choices only fueled my anger.

"That's none of your business," I snapped. "But if that's what it takes to keep you away from me, then fine. I didn't want my friends to find out."

His expression changed into one of hurt, but only for a second so I wasn't sure if I was mistaken or if this really hurt him.

"About what?" the venom in his voice was hard to miss.

"This. About us, about all of this bullshit." I gestured between the two of us.

"So your friends don't know about us? Or about him? They have no idea what happened in the past?" he asked seemingly disgusted.

"No, and that is none of your business as I already told you. So could you please stop screaming before someone overhears us?" I nearly screamed myself.

Instead of leaving me, as I anticipated, he pulled my arm and yanked me into a classroom close to us.

Luckily we were alone, because Dimitri couldn't fight his anger and started yelling.

"How can you deny everything we had?" the vein on his neck pulsed, showing how angry he really was. "Or more importantly, how can you deny our son. Your friends need to know about this, or you never really know, whether they're your true friends. At least they deserve to know this about you, don't you think?"

Now it was my turn to scream at him.

"Don't you dare accusing me or my friends of being untrue to one another. Instead of you, they were there for me last year." It was a low blow, but I couldn't help it.

"They know me and still stood by me, unlike some other person in this room. Even though they don't know what happened and they don't need to know." His behavior frustrated me so much, I couldn't keep my anger from blowing up.

"So they don't know you?" he started screaming again.

"They do, they just don't know about my past." I tried to justified myself.

"Which is what defines you. Made you this extraordinary person you are today." Suddenly he sounded a lot calmer.

"Because of all those things you're hiding, you became this amazing, strong woman. All this. Us. Our child. His death. Everything you've been through, formed you." He took a step towards me.

"So no. They don't know what drives you, what motivates you and they will never truly understand who you are. Not until you tell them." In the end, his voice was barely a whisper.

For a moment I was just stunned.

Quickly I reassembled myself and answered him.

"But just because you've been there doesn't mean you know me or understand me. And to be honest, you are a huge part of why I'm the way I am today." This made the pain reappear on his face, but I couldn't care less at this moment.

"So don't you dare lecturing e about life or my friends. You don't know anything and that's the truth. Now leave me alone before I punch you in the face and start screaming." With that I left him standing there, trying to compose myself.

End of flashback

I was so ashamed of it know. I don't even know why I thought of it in this moment. But when you fear for someone's life, I guess you always think back to the big things in life.

Even though there were moments I regretted more, this one was still fresh.

I behaved so poorly and he let me treat him this way. He even took me back after all these things I've said and done.

Truly, he was the man of my dreams, the love of my life and I hope I get the chance to show him all of this. To tell him how deeply sorry I am for everything that happened.

"Rose, you were right. It was in the flour I used for the brownies." Christian came back into the living room, pulling me out of my memories.

"But I thought you always use special flour for your own allergies?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, but today I forgot to buy it and borrowed the some from Lissa." He looked down at Dimitri.

"I'm sorry Rose, If I would have known, than I would have told him." Christian apologized.

"It's okay, you couldn't have known it. He should have thought about it himself, this dumbass. Since it's rarely used in flour anymore I guess he just forgot about it." I murmured and continued stroking his head.

Before someone could say anything else, the ambulance arrived.

They took control and asked us all kind of questions.

Gladly my friends were with me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to answer their questions. Such as for how long he was unconscious or how many brownies he had.

The paramedics could help Dimitri very fast, but wanted to take him to the hospital for a check up, since he had been unconscious for some time and still wasn't conscious.

"We'll take him to the hospital now." The shorter of the paramedics announced.

"I'm coming with you." I declared, ready to get my jacket, shoes and purse.

"Close family only miss, I'm sorry." This time it was the taller paramedic who spoke.

He tried to wheel the stretcher out of the living room, but I was in the way.

"Come on Rose," Lissa took my arm and tried to get me out of the way.

"We'll take the guys' cars and drive you to the hospital." She tried to reassure me.

But if I couldn't help it, I wouldn't leave his side for one second.

"No," I tore my arm away from her grip.

"You can follow us with your car. I need you there, but I'm getting with him on that ambulance. I'm his wife." I said, my gaze locked with the paramedics and without glancing at my friends I pulled on my jacket.

The paramedics nodded and I followed them outside and some moments later we were racing off to the hospital.

I sat next to Dimitris unconscious body on the stretcher and held his hand.

"How come he isn't awake already?" I asked the paramedic who sat in the back with me, panic filled my voice.

"Mrs. …" he looked at me questioningly.

That's when I realized we haven't told them any of our names.

"Hath-" I stopped and corrected myself. It became so natural to introduce myself as Hathaway since I started college and used my maiden name instead of Belikova.

"I mean Belikova. Mrs. Rose Belikova and that is my husband Dimitri Belikov."

If the paramedic was irritated by my mistake, he didn't let anything on.

"Mrs. Belikova. It's completely normal that he's still out like a light. His body has to regain his power, but he's a young man and in good physical shape, so there shouldn't be any long lasting problems."

That calmed me down a little. Never had I thought that this harmless movie night would turn out to be so catastrophic.

Now my friends knew that I was married to Dimitri, I have to prepare myself to answer all of their questions.

But for now, all I worried about was Dimitri.

…And who knew, maybe my friends haven't even followed us, since I bluffed at them and they just found out that I have apparently been married to Dimitri.

I felt bad thinking something like this about my friends, but I couldn't even be mad at them if they decided to stay home.

When we arrived at the hospital and I had to stay behind so the doctors could check on Dimitri, I stayed at the information desk and was asked to fill out some forms for the hospital.

I was half through with these forms when my friends arrived.

They came rushing towards me and Lissa took me into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry Rose. How is he, has he woken up on the ride here?" she asked nervously.

When she saw my head shook no, she hugged me again.

"Rose?" that was Jill's voice, coming from behind me.

"Yes?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure what she was going to ask me.

"How come you never told us you're married?" she asked, apparently a little hurt by my betrayal.

That's when I started crying. Usually I wasn't one to cry easily, but the pasts events and the upcoming anniversary made me tear up easily.

Before I could utter a single word, my friends all joined Lissa and me in a group hug.

"Sorry guys, I'm really sorry, but I couldn't. I swear that I'll explain everything." I hickuped.

We let go of each other, they all nodded and I finished filling out the forms.

"First of all, I want to thank you guys for being here for me."

They all shrugged it off.

"I'm very grateful to have friends like you in my life and-"

"But you still wouldn't tell us your married." Avery made a bitchy comment.

Everyone gave her a disapproving look, but she was right.

"Yes, and I'm really sorry. As soon a I know that Dimitri is alright, I'll tell you everything. I swear."

Eddie put his arm over my shoulder.

"Don't hurry, Rose. You don't have to worry about that. Just make sure he's alright and we'll be there for you nonetheless."

As I hugged him, a doctor appeared next to us.

"Mrs. Belikov?" he asked, looking around.

"Yes. I'm Mrs. Belikova. How is my husband?" I took the hand the doctor held outstretched and shook it.

"Your husband is alright and should wake up any minute. There should be no long lasting complaints. You can visit him now. He's in the room 1724." He shook my hand one last time and left us behind.

After I thanked him again, my friends and I went to Dimitri's room to check up on him.

He was still laying unconscious in bed, but looked so much better than when he laid on our living room floor.

Pulling the chair next to his bed, I sat down, after giving him a small peck on the lips.

My friends gathered around the bed and let me sit there for some quiet moments.

"So," again it was Avery who started the conversation. "How come we just get to know by accident, literally, that you are married to the Russian god?"