Alrighty! HERE IT IS! THANK YOU SO MUCH for all your reviews! I love you guys, seriously.

I still have no idea why but you cant really see the paragraphing in the past few chapters. I think there's something wrong whenever i upload the document. Oh well, I'll try to fix it one day:)

I'm sorry if it's not up to your expectations cause I wrote this when I was about to drift off to lala land. Anyway, I'm sorry for any mistakes or whatsoever.

Oh there's something about the medicine Vicodin? Yeah, I did a little research and I'm sorry if I got it's side effects wrong.

* I quoted this line from Peter Pan.

Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters of this story.

When the world falls down like rain,

It'll bring you to your knees

There's something 'bout love that breaks your heart

But don't give up,

There's something 'bout love.

- David Archuleta, Something 'bout Love.

It's been about three days. Rose still hasn't woken up.

I need to tell her I love her. I just needed her to know. I need to tell her that I'm looking forward to the weeding and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. To hell with the idea of two guardians being in love be looked at as a disgrace. I don't care that she can't give me kids. I'm too deep in love with her to the point that all I need…is her.

It worries me to death seeing her like this. I sat beside her bed, her hands in mine, with the soft beeping of the machine in the background.

Since the attack, the infirmary here became a mini hospital with people rushing everywhere, patients in every room. They were so many casualties but I only cared about one.

We lost a few good people too. Both Moroi and Dhampir. They're still trying to clean the mess, burry the ones who died fighting and burn the Strigoi bodies.

I've stayed here ever since I brought Rose in. For three straight days, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I did nothing but to sit near her bed, stroking her face and holding her hands, hoping that she would wake up.

Every three or four hours or so, the doctor would come in and check in her, giving her the medications. They would come in, look at the charts and the response the machine was giving, give her some medication and leave.

Dr. Zinoviev would come in every few hours. When I was still schooling here, she would always be the one who treated my injuries. She reminded me a lot of my mother in a way. She has white hair and to be honest, she looks like she's about to retire soon. She's a sweet old woman.

She would come in and talk to me about Rose's situation.

"How is she?" I asked desperately.

"She has a concussion on her head, a few broken ribs and thankfully, those were the only bones broken. She has a lot of bruises though." She answered.

"We've given her Vicodin but I must warn you, she might get a little...crazy when she wakes up." she informed me.

I simply nodded my head, said thanks and went back to Rose.

I had to admit, after about three to four days of no sleep, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer.

I rested my head on my arm, my hands still holding hers, and drifted off to a much-needed sleep.

When I woke up, Rose's face was right in front of mine.

"Oh my God, what the fuck." I exclaimed in Russian.

Rose laughed uncontrollably.

"Ha! I scared you." She said in a singsong voice.

I cleared my throat. She's awake. I grinned and defended myself. "I wasn't scared. I was shocked. There's a difference."

"I want to fart but I shall not." She declared. Where did that come from?

"Umm…" Was all I could say. Honestly, what would you say if someone told you "I want to fart." Go ahead? Let me get my gas mask? Is it going to be loud?

"I don't want to fart cause I want to save all my fart gas so that I can fart in your face later. Then, all the fumes will come out and it'll sound like PRRUUUUUT." Okay, there is definitely something wrong with Rose.

"Rose, are you feeling okay?" I was curious about her. Before the three words left my mouth, I had to know if she's…sane. And no, those three words are not "Let's get naked."

"Chicken butt." She said randomly. What the?

"What?"

"HEY! It rhymes! You know what rhymes with honk? HONK. Put them together and you'll get HONK HONK." She giggled and pinched my nose as she screamed "HONK HONK!"

Note to self: Check if the doctor gave her an overdose.

She giggled once more. "HONK! BEEP! TOOT! NEEE NAWWW!"

"Okay Rose, I think that's enough."

"I need to shit." Oh crap.

"Umm..The bathroom's right there so you can just-" I was interrupted…by Rose's fart.

"Nope. It's not shit. It's gas." She giggled uncontrollably once more.

"Guess what?" She asked eagerly. She was somewhere between sitting and...jumping. Isn't she supposed to be in pain?

"I have eyeballs." She answered and I laughed at her random-ness.

"I have eyeballs too." Well, I'd rather play along. There's no point in trying to knock some sense into her. It'll be useless anyway.

"Yes but both my eyeballs are working.," she said.

She started to laugh uncontrollably. And then, she stopped. She shot me a death glare. What the fuck did I do?

"I have a friend. His name is Peter. Peter Pan. You're sitting on him." What?

"Luckily this is a hospital cause you just squashed Tinker Bell with your huge peeeee-"

"Rose, don't say it."

"-inky toe." she finished. Oh thank God. I though she was imagining me squishing a fairy with my peni-

"Hey! Want to know a secret?" she asked eagerly.

Before I could answer, she whispered, "I like donuts."

Yes, I sort of figured that out when you practically swallowed two donuts whole that time. "Yes Roza. I know."

"What did you call me?" she demanded.

I completely forgot that I have never called her Roza in front of her...except for the time we were rushing here...and now when she completely lost her sanity.

"Roza is your name in Russian." I explained.

"My name is Rose." Thank you for stating the obvious. "Rose. Rosemarie. Rosie. Rosie poise. RING AROUND THE ROSIE, A POCKET FULL PO-" I interrupted her joyful trip down memory lane back to kindergarten.

"That's enough Rose. I know how the nursery rhyme goes." I tried to settle her by making her lay back down.

I was an idiot for thinking that I could achieve that. She's high from all the medicine. She won't stop moving!

"Oh you look like Dimitri!" I laughed.

"I am Dimitri." How did those teenagers put it? Oh yeah. DUH.

"Want to know another secret? Sometimes I just want to hug Dimitri real tight and kiss him senseless." Hold up. What the heck did she just say?

"What did you just say?" I leaned in closer. I wanted to be sure I wasn't going mad and hearing things.

"I made chocolate cake in cooking class when I was in the 4th grade. It looked like shit." Wow she changed the topic fast.

"Shitty shitty shit. Ever wondered why people say shit instead of poop?" here we go again.

"So when I slap you you'll scream "POOP!" instead of SHIT!" Want to try it out?"

Before I could respond, she slapped me. Hard.

"What the-" I touched the side of my face. That's going to leave a mark.

"You didn't say poop!" she pouted.

"Poop." I murmured, making her happy.

"No no. You're supposed to say it like POOP! Like this!" Before I knew it, she vigorously slapped herself and screamed POOP!

I didn't know if I should laugh or be concerned. She slapped herself and fell down on her bed, rubbing her cheek.

"Roza...let me see it." I motioned for her to come towards me. She complied.

"Aren't you going to kiss it to make it better?" she asked innocently.

I chuckled and planted a kiss on her cheek. And then, she slapped me again.

I looked at her, wide eyed. She giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Why did you slap me?" I asked, rubbing the spot.

"Cause I wanted to kiss you." she said that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I smiled. "You didn't have to slap me to kiss me. Look." I grabbed her cheeks and gave her a peck on the lips.

Next thing I knew, she slapped me again. What is wrong with her?

"I saw on TV that this woman slapped this guy when he kissed her." she explained. I knew I should have switched off that TV.

"Cluck like a chicken!" she demanded all of a sudden.

"Now Rose, I don't think-"

"DO IT!" she screamed.

"Okay! Cluck." I whispered.

"Noooo! It's PE-COCK!" she demonstrated with the actions as well, tucking her hands under her arms and flapping her elbow.

"PE-COCK!" I followed and she giggled uncontrollably.

"Now check your ass." she ordered.

"What? Why?"

"Cause you're a chicken. See if eggs come out."

I checked it anyway, to make her happy.

"There are no eggs."

"THEN IT'S SHIT!" she jumped up and down while sitting down, pointing at me.

"You shitted!" she exclaimed.

"I didn't shit. I have full control of my-"

"PENIS!" she finished. She gasped. "So you peed!"

"What? No!" I am sure I did not wet my pants.

"Then you shit and pee-ed at the same time! How did you do it? I tried and all that came out was this." She farted.

I smacked my palm on my face. I can't believe I'm in love with this woman.

"Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?" she sang. Oh God.

"Why is it black sheep and not white? Why don't people curse SHEEP! and not SHEET! Or BEEEECH and not BITCH!" She questioned. She paused to think of it for a while, tapping her finger on her chin.

"Idiotsawwhat!" she mumbled incoherently.

"Huh?" I did not catch a word she just said.

"Stupidsayhuh!" she mumbled again.

"What?" I asked her to clarify once again.

"Why can't you get it right? Say what!" she demanded.

"What."

"Chicken butt. IT RHYMES!" oh God, help me.

"You know what's a difference between a man and a woman in a married couple?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"When the wife says something to the man, it goes in one ear and comes out the other. When the husband says something to the woman, it goes in both ears and comes out from the moth over and over again." I laughed, thinking of my sisters and mother when they constantly nagged at me.

"Loads of people say that you're pretty." She randomly said. "But I think you're ugly."

"Umm..."

"You know what? You're a combination of both. You're pretty ugly." she laughed uncontrollably once more.

"Haha I'm in the hospital. I'm broked."

"Rose, that isn't a word." I pointed out.

"Yes it is! I made it official...two seconds ago. I get to make new words. It's a rule that I just made up."

"Uhh...okay?" what was I supposed to say? Well, the judge in my head called for a meeting cause he wasn't really sure if that was official enough.

"Isn't it weird why Strigoi drink so much blood but don't die from AIDS? They have to be staked to die. They're like a huge mosquito."

"Mosquito?"

"Yup. Nothing can kill them! Except if I take a net swishy thingy and swat them till they die!" she made an evil laugh and pretended to swat the air around her.

"Strigoi won't die if you swat them." I corrected her.

"Yeah they can! I take a stake and swat them like this!" she started flapping her hand in a hilarious manner and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her scrunched up face didn't help either.

She abruptly stopped and pointed to me. "YOU STOLE MY COOKIE!" she accused.

"I don't have a cookie!"

"That's cause you ate it! Open your mouth at let me check." she started to move towards and I jumped away.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to stick my head in your mouth and see if my cookie's there. Then I take a hand and reach in to take it!" she said eagerly.

"That's physically impossible, Rose." even my ten year old nephew knows it.

"No. I saw it on TV." she folded her arms.

I sighed. "Was it a cartoon?"

"No..."

"Rose..."

"Maybe." She avoided eye contact and fidgeted with the blanket that was draped over her.

"Look! Bird!" she pointed to the door.

"What?"

"Cat!" she screamed again, pointing in anther direction.

"Uhh..."

"GASP! DOG!" she exclaimed again pointing in yet another direction.

And then, she giggled. "You're a female dog." she told me.

Okay, first off, I am not a female. I don't have boobs, I have male testosterone hormones and I have a peni- I mean, I have the right private parts.

"Rose, I'm male."

"Nope. You're a female dog. You're a beech." she giggled again.

"A bitch?" I clarified and she smacked my arm.

"No cuss words! Beech." she scolded me.

There is definitely something wrong with Rose. I mean Rose telling me that cuss words are bad. That's practically going against nature. She's not Rose if she doesn't cuss.

"SHEET!" She screamed.

"You just cussed." I pointed out.

She pointed to me, waving her finger. "No, you didn't let me finish. I was going to say SHEET! OF PAPER!"

I laughed at her. She laughed as well and said "I saw a horny deer. It has horns. So it's horny." She laughed uncontrollably once again.

She stopped suddenly and screamed. "Let's play hide and seek! I'll hide under the table!"

"The table wont hide you Rose." I pointed out once again.

"That's okay. I prefer chairs anyway." She humph-ed.

"How'd you spell your name?" She asked.

"Um… D-I-M-I-T-R-I…" I stated the obvious. It couldn't be that hard to spell Dimitri.

"GIVE ME A D!" She screamed and I laughed.

"I SAID GIVE ME A D!" She demanded once again.

"D"

"GIVE ME A K!"

What? "K"

"GIVE ME A Z!"

Okay… "Z"

"GIVE ME A Q!"

"Q"

"WHAT'S THAT SPELL?"

Umm…DKZQ. Yeah I have no idea. "I don't know too. I've always been horrible at spelling." Rose admitted.

"I'm going to sue Santa." I laughed. She still believes in Santa Clause? Oh yeah, I'm talking to crazy Rose.

"Why?" I played along.

"Cause I asked for a really hot guy and he gave me you." Did crazy Rose just insult me?

Well, two can play at that game. "I have flowers for the pretty lady…" I teased.

She got all excited. When she looked at me empty hands, she gave me a questioning look.

"Where are the flowers?"

"Where's the pretty lady?" I smirked and she smacked me arm. Even when she lost her sanity, she can still hit like…well, Rose.

"What starts with a F and ends with an UCK?" She asked eagerly.

I thought for a moment. "Fire truck."

"You're supposed to say FUCK!" She complained.

"Okay, okay. Fuck."

She pointed at me like a little kid and laughed. "HA! You said fuck. The answer is FIRETRUCK!"

"But that was my first answer!" I defended myself.

"But you still said fuck." She stuck her tongue out at me.

Thank goodness a nurse came in and I conversed with her in Russian.

"She's giving you a hard time?"

"You have no idea." I said, my words mumbled since I smacked my palm on my face.

She laughed and held up a needle. "This will make her go to sleep."

I looked up at her. "You're my hero."

She laughed once again and Rose looked at her. "You look like the tooth fairy." She commented.

I had no idea what to do at that point. I wanted to laugh but then again, she just said that a nurse resembles a tooth fairy.

"Alright Rose, this injection will take you somewhere special." The nurse was trying to trick her.

"Really?" Rose sat up. "Where?" I was curious about her answer too.

"Lala land." I disguised my laugh with a cough.

"Awesome! Give me the shot now!" She demanded. The nurse smiled at her and gave her the shot on her upper arm.

"She'll be out in half an hour." She whispered to me.

Half a freaking hour? I still have to put up with this lunatic for half an hour?

"Umm…okay thanks."

"Or maybe it could take an hour. It depends."

"What?" I can't deal with this for another HOUR. Paul was bad enough when he was growing up.

"Let's talk about unicorns!" Rose exclaimed happily. I groaned as the nurse laughed and closed the door on her way out.

True to her word, after about forty-five minutes of unicorns and rainbows and pots of gold and a heck of a lot more that I swore would never come out of Rose's mouth, Rose was FINALLY feeling tired.

She was now lying down on her bed, holding my hand while I stroked her hair and face with the other, trying to keep her eyes open. I bet her eyes must have weighed at least ten tons now.

"Go to sleep, Rose." I whispered to her.

"But I don't want to." She pouted.

"You have to. I'll still be here when you wake up." I promised.

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you." She whispered.

"Where?"

"You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll be waiting. And that's where I'll always love you."* She finally whispered before she fell asleep.

"Goodnight Roza." I whispered back and kissed her forehead.

If I didn't know any better, she just said she loved me.

Phew! Okay, that was it!

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