Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'Vampire Academy' – they all belong to Richelle Mead.

I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long – I've been very busy. How have your summers been? I'm hoping to update more often from now on.

I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Rose's POV

I heard beeping and soft, solitary sounds. It sounded peaceful – wherever I was. When I tried to open my eyes, they wouldn't. It was like being stuck in a room, pitch black. I tried again and again but to my dismay, it wouldn't work. What's going on? I thought to myself.

A few moments later, I heard voices. They sounded close. I listened harder to see if I could recognise any of them, but they weren't familiar. I think two, both female, people were in the room. One of their voices was high pitched, kind of squeaky, and the other was quite deep. They were talking about someone they'd recently admitted into the hospital. Right, so I was in a hospital. One step closer to finding out what the hell was going on!

"Yeah, she was out cold by the old petrol station. I arrived with the paramedics; they say about twenty minutes after the accident."

"Really? Do they have any idea who did this to her yet?"

"No, I haven't heard anything. They said that they will contact me if they find anything. They also want me to call when she wakes up. They want to ask her if she remembers anything."

Remembers anything? I thought. Why wouldn't I remember anything? I know where I was, what I was doing, who I was trying to get away from . . . Dimitri. How could I have not thought about it sooner? He tried to kill me – he broke my heart right in front of me. I would never forgive him. Although I did love him; and something had to have happened to strike him with such rage. I knew it then. I was going to have to kill him; strike a stake through his heart.

Just the thought of doing such a thing made my mind wobble. I couldn't, not to him. Maybe I could speak to him. Just maybe.

The nurses had left by the time I rejoined the conversation. It looked like I wasn't going to get anything else out of them.

I relaxed my mind and tried to sleep – maybe Adrian would visit my dreams again.

Adrian!

That was it. He could help me to find out what happened. Maybe he knew. I fell asleep quickly.

He didn't visit, ever. I waited weeks to hear from him, but nothing. Eventually, I gave up trying, although there wasn't much else for me to do. I spent most days imagining what my surroundings looked like, since I still couldn't see anything. There were occasional highlights though, such as new voices.

Speaking of, what felt like a few weeks after I gave up on Adrian, a new voice came.

A deep, rustled voice. It was familiar, as if I had heard it in a dream. He visited me often, once a day maybe.

Whenever he came in, I knew it was him before he spoke because I could smell his aftershave.

"Good Evening." He would say at the beginning of every visit. Why did he only visit in the evening? Maybe he had tight work hours?

He paused, as if he was hoping for a response. Nothing.

"So, I heard that you are really stable now. They said that you should wake up any day. In fact, they don't know why you haven't already."

He stopped again.

"I know it's my fault. But I tried; I tried to stop loving you. Even in that moment; the worst moment of my life; I couldn't. It's like we are drawn together. You have to wake up, for me."

Silence.

"I know you can hear me"

I could feel his gaze on me and felt uncomfortable knowing that someone was looking at me.

A few moments later, he stood up. I relaxed, believing that he was finally leaving.

All of a sudden, I felt desperate lips on mine. I shuddered. They were cold. Then, he left.

Hundreds of questions rushed up on me. The first being:

"Who was that?"

And just like that, the sound of his voice made me forget everything.