Adrian.

It's barely day three and I already have the feeling I'm gonna shoot myself if this goes on much longer. Lissa's the only one who can go in and spend time with Rose, even though everyone's dying to, because we don't want to overwhelm her brain with faces and shit. So basically we're all moping around that damn white hallway while Blondie tries to make small talk.

I find this about as entertaining as watching paint dry, and depressing as hell.

I guess we're all expecting a miracle, despite the doctor's words, because when Lissa comes flying out the door, the faces around me light up with a chorus of "What?" and "What is it?".

"She can't remember my name anymore." Lissa drops into a chair, clearly exhausted. "She's starting to forget everything again – I think it's what the doctor said. Her memory's obviously restarting itself."

There is about a second of somber silence before chaos erupts.

"We have to call Deirdre and tell her to hurry –"

"Shitfuck, I knew this was gonna happen!"

"Could someone please go look for a doctor?"

Finally, Lissa screams. "Stop it! I – God… I can't do this anymore. I can't. It kills me to see her like this."

Christian follows his sobbing girlfriend out the room, and I think that's when we all realize that, no matter how much we love her, spending too much time with Rose is not healthy. In fact, if Lissa's aura is anything to go by, it eventually becomes – well, depressing. Like everything else in our lives, right now.

"Someone should be guarding the princess." Belikov mutters, taking off after his charge.

"I'll go see Rose." Mr. Mazur begins.

"You most certainly will not, Ibrahim. Get your goons and go notify the doctor. I have to stay with Lord Ivashkov." Rose's mother, though shorter than her, is just as intimidating, and Mr. Mazur immediately obeys her. The woman then turns to me. "Well? Shall we go in to see her?"

I figure it can't do much harm – after all, she'll have forgotten all about it by tomorrow anyway. Besides, we're only two people.

I open the door gallantly. "After you, ma'am."

With a small smile at my ridiculous antics, the famous Guardian Hathaway steps into the room where we have spent so many hours of our time and starts to tell her daughter who we are.

Answers = Not in this chapter but still coming soon. Hehe.