April 30th, 12:45 p.m

With her eyes closed, she let a barely audible moan escape her lips as his fingers lightly pushed against the length of her spine. She watched out of the corner of her eye, giggling at the focused look on his face as he checked for any serious tear or pull in her back muscles.

"Well, Rose, I'm happy to tell you it's nothing but a moderate strain. With frequent icing, plenty of rest and staying away from any heavy activity that involves using your back like I told you the last time, with the medication I'll prescribe for you, you should heal in just a matter of days."

She slowly went to turn herself over, Dimitri immediately stepping forward to help her in the process.

"Thank you, handsome," she purred, and Dimitri began to blush.

She took a step forward, closing the space to a mere inch between them. She felt his warm breath brush against her face, and a shudder went up her spine that was enough to cause a little jolt of pain.

She reached up on her tiptoes, snaking an arm gently around his neck to pull him into a kiss. As she closed her eyes, his presence became distant, and she opened her eyes to see that he had taken a step back, shaking his head.

"No, Rose, not now. You need to go home and rest, plus I have a patient very shortly."

Rose's faced screwed up in annoyance and irritation.

I bet it's her. . .

"It's not that needy little brat, now is it?"

Dimitri sighed, bringing a hand to his forehead. "Rose, please don't start this right now. . ."

She held up a hand to silence him, gathering her purse and jacket before reaching for the door.

"Rose."

She stopped as her hand reached for the handle, taking in a deep breath. She turned around, giving him the all-knowing glare of hers as she raised an eyebrow at him. She refused to speak, which he figured out quickly as he scribbled down the prescription she was to retrieve from the pharmacy.

She snatched the paper out of his hand without saying a word, spinning on her heel with a muted grunt of discomfort as she yanked the door open and stepped out, closing it behind her. She looked to her left to see a younger brunette woman sitting cross legged in the waiting chair dressed in a short red halter dress, flipping through a Cosmo magazine.

Damn it, of course it's her.

The brunette beauty looked up at Rose, smiling brightly at her with her bleached white teeth.

"Oh, hello Rose. Doing alright? Are you having back troubles again?"

Yes and you will soon too if you don't stop talking to me.

Rose plastered on the fake smile, doing her best to keep herself from sounding fake. That and seizing herself from ripping the girls hair out.

"Yes, just a strain . . . nothing serious. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have more important things to attend to." Rose made her way down the hall as fast as she could with the pain still lingering despite the appointment. As she shut her car door, she went into a fit of screams before driving home.

"God how I hate that slut," she mumbled to herself.