Dhani

I paced the hospital. What are the chances that I'd be here shortly after... Rose was so still, she had a cut across her forehead and cuts all along her arm. What would I tell Uncle Rings? Great, just great, two people in one day. That was so damn unfair, I should have been paying more attention to the streets. She didn't deserve to die, she was so young and beautiful. I wanted to be with her and never leave her, I guess if she lives I'll get what I wanted. I couldn't live with myself if she dies, I could never forgive myself either.

She never did any harm to any one, she was every-one's best friend. I couldn't stand this.

"Mr. Harrison, I need you to be the one to make Ms. Rose's medical decision for her while she is here," Dr. Culls told me.

"I'm not her father or guardian, I'm just a friend who got into a car accident who barely got hurt," I said hearing the anger in my voice.

"It's simple, you just have to sign some papers," he pressed.

"Have her Da do it, I bet ya anything he's already on his way here," I said.

Just then the doors opened, "Dhani, we've been looking for you. What the hell happened to you?" Ringo says.

"Car wreck," I say simply not wanting to explain Rose.

"Where's Rose?" Ringo asks the inevitable question.

"Yes, Dhani, where is she?" Mum presses.

I look towards Roses bed in the emergency room, they follow my gaze. Mum gasps as she sees the bloody girl laying so still, who is so pale both naturally and due to the blood loss. Ringo walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "I'll call Paul, tell him to bring you and me some clothing since you probably won't leave Rose's side,"

I nod, looking at him and my mum. The tears I have been holding back fall and fall heavily, "This should have never happened!" I cried miserably, "She should have never been here, so still, so not Rose-like. She-she, I-I don't want her to die. I could never stand it,"

"Dhani, she will be fine. It will all be alright and she'll turn out better than you think you just have to give her time," Mum soothed.

"Would you like to know how bad it is, Ma'am? Sir?" the doctor asks.

"Yeah, that's me little girl," Ringo says.

"Well, she has a concussion," the doctor starts, "But, her being unconscious may cause her to go into a comma and she may not come out. Other than that she has two bruised ribs, one is cracked, a slight fracture to her arm,"

"Rose might die!" I yell, really pissed off now.

"It is a possibility, Mr. Harrison. Ms. Starkey may be able to live but if she does come out of the comma there is a high chance of amnesia...and that is guaranteed to happen, if she wakes up from it," Dr. Culls explains.

I nod, plopping into the uncomfortable hospital chair, "I'm not leaving her side,"

I look at Rose, she was always delicate much like Rings but she has her mum's looks; long, wavy blonde hair, big doe eyes, heart-shaped face, warm and delicate complexion mostly like mid-summer honey with a touch of cream, perfect lips in which fit perfectly to mine...I would know from kissing her in school on St. Valentines Day that one year, and Rose has her Da's striking blue eyes. I found her beautiful, not many do but to me she's an angel from above. I couldn't imagine life without her spunky, wonderfully surprising attitude or her bright personality where she could make any one smile just by saying 'hello'.

Ringo was on the telephone, probably with Paul, discussing the tragic turn of events. It was almost like the night Annalise, Rose's mother that the press never knew about. I was ten and Rose was five, we were Uncle Paulie for the day. The phone rang and after five minutes, Paul grabbed Rose and Linda took her hands while I sat near the fire. Rose didn't understand, well seem like she understood but I knew better than to underestimate her and the things she was capable of doing.

Memory

"Rose, things happen to people, good people, that can not often be explained. There are good people in the world, and then there are the people who are troubled and don't know what to do in life. It is a sham that your mother, such a loving person much like you, should be caught amongst this. I don't know how to say this Rose, but your mother is no longer with us. Daddy called and said that they did everything they possibly could but she did not make it. I am so sorry, Sweetie," Linda and Paul said, explaining it together.

"Mummy is gone?" Rose asked in her sweet voice, but I could hear the pain that no one else could hear.

"Oh, Rose!" I said hearing the pain in my voice, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say,"

"You don't need to say anything," Rose said looking at my, her blue-forget-me-not eyes held my brown ones, "I forgive you for your comment, after all I'm the unknown Starkey,"