Guys, thank you so much for the reviews! I'm so happy right now (I started this Friday with reading the books and yesterday I finished Last Sacrifice, so I'm really addicted to this story haha). Owkey, it's doctor's time!
Chapter 2
Doctor Merovi looked up when Dimitri practically dragged me into his study.
"Rosemarie? Dimitri?" He stared over his glasses – which I knew where mainly for the show, since Moroi did not have things like bad eyesight or other sissy things – and took us in.
Doctor Merovi was Lissa's own private doctor. He was somewhere mid-thirties, with pale hair and crystal blue eyes and of course, fangs. I knew him all to well, since I was something like a regular customer of his services. The perks of being a Guardian of the Queen and training way too much in your spare time.
Dimitri Belikov, a Guardian example in his black pants, white T-shirt and neat ponytail and Rose Hathaway, a Guardian mess in an old, oversized Green Day shirt (I bought it like ten sizes to big because my size was sold out on the concert), a chequered robe and hair that looked like a bird had decided to build its nest there, was not the couple you were expecting in the middle of the night, while the whole court was asleep.
"What have you two done this time?" Merovi asked amused.
My cheeks started to feel way too hot.
Last time we both ended up in this office because we didn't agree on the – yeah, on what exactly? I wondered. Nevermind, we got into a intense fight and I accidentally broke Dimitri's nose while he bruised my ankle. Again.
Dimitri's eyes started to glint. "She's sick."
My jaw fell open. "I just ate too much, that's all," I defended myself quickly.
"That's nothing new," Dimitri muttered under his breath. I kicked him against his shin. Angrily I stated that he even didn't flinch. Argh.
"What's the problem exactly?" asked Merovi, while he rested his chin on his fingers and started to examine me.
"Nauseous, throwing up, fits of crying," Dimitri summed up.
"I do not have fits of crying!" I screamed. "Doctor, he is just overreacting!"
"Rose, five minutes ago you were crying because I accused of not going to the doctor. That's a fit of crying. She is also having mood swings and a larger appetite than normal," he continued.
I stamped my foot. "Dimitri, you are being a pain in the ass."
With horror I notices that my lips started to shake. Oh no, not again! Damnit!
"I am not going to cry," I gritted through my teeth. "Dimitri, I want to sleep. Now. Or Doctor Merovi will have to check your head because I just planted my fist into your stupid brain."
Dimitri just looked at me, with concern in his eyes. He was convinced of the fact that I really was sick.
That was it. The anxiety upon his face made me realize how much Dimitri cared about me. My feelings started to shift and to shake in my body.
He never stopped loving me. He would do anything for me. Right now, he was so concerned about me that he took everything seriously. He never stated that I was clowning around, pretending to be sick or just throwing fits like a spoiled bitch.
He really thought something serious was going on with me. That I was really sick. That he would take care for me, cause that's what he did.
Tears were rolling down my cheek and I snorted. Vaguely I was aware of the fact that Doctor Merovi looked at me with intense observation.
"Owkey, it's true," I mixed. "I'm lately nauseous and I'm feeling in and out of touch."
I felt Dimitri's hands upon my shoulders as he slowly and softly pushed me into the chair before Merovi's desk.
"Since when did the sickness started?" Merovi leaned forward.
"I do not know. Some time, I think. I thought it was a side effect of the shooting..." My voice faltered.
"The vomiting began just this week." Dimitri squeezed heartwarming my hand.
The doctor looked from me to Dimitri, and back. I saw that he was thinking deep.
"When did the mood swings started?"
A long silence fell. I was thinking deep. Really deep.
The truth was that I always had mood swings. I was just this person who had a lot going on, considering I had had a bound with Lissa as her shadow-kissed. I took away her negative influences she got from the use of spirit, leaving me mixed up in my own feelings.
But after Tasha shot me, the bound with Lissa had fallen away. I had survived on my own, lingered toward the land of the dead, but got away trusting upon my own strength. The healing process developed slowly, but after a few weeks I felt quite myself again.
Merovi was looking deeply at me. His index fingers tapped against each other while he was working out a possible theory he could examine;
After careful consideration he opened his mouth.
"Dimitri, I have to ask you to wait outside while I examine Rosemarie further."
Wait, what?
Did Merovi really just asked Dimitri to leave me? My head popped up and I saw how Dimitri didn't even question the doctor.
The bastard was really leaving me.
"Don't worry, Roza. I'll be just outside, waiting for you."
Speechless I watched how he left the office, till the door fell close.
"Why did you do that?" I snapped at Doctor Merovi. "Why did Dimitri had to leave? He's the one who brought me!"
Doctor Merovi didn't looked me in the eyes. "Because this is a private conversation. And it isn't about him, it's about you."
I crossed my arms and stared at him coldly.
"I still don't see why Dimitri cannot know this."
Doctor Merovi stood up. "Follow me, Rosemarie. I want to examine this situation closer."
Reluctantly I followed him. "This situation? What are you talking about?"
"I have some options that may have caused your sickness, especially at this time. But before I'm going to state the cause, I want to be sure."
He gestured I'd sit down. "Please take of your shirt."
With aversion I removed my shirt, happy that I wore a normal brief underneath it, nothing too sexy. Good thing Dimitri was working late night shifts and I was still so exhausted.
He examined my tummy, listened very closely to it with his stethoscope – I had no idea what the purpose was of it – and started to ask me more question. What have I been eating? How long did I sleep during the night? Was I more exhausted than normal? Strange eating preferences? Could I describe the mood swings?
I just answered them. My guts kept telling me that this was not the normal interrogation for the flu – if I had it in the first place. Dhampirs didn't get sick. Their immune system was perfect. They were never sick. Just like Moroi, common sickness didn't harm them.
Doctor Merovi's questions became more intimate. I got the feeling that this was something more than just the flu. This wasn't going to be pretty.
My whole body tensed when the slow realization dripped in. My eyes widened with shock.
No. That couldn't be it. My whole world, my world that was just perfect, started to jolt.
But Doctor Merovi asked the inevitable.
"When was the last time you were with a Moroi, Rosemarie?"
