Okay so I have a lot of thank you's to say so bare with me lol. Thank you for everyone condolences over my aunts' passing. Thank you to everyone who helped by giving their advice. And lastly thank you to everyone who reviewed. :)

I wanted to quickly address a question someone! They were confused on why Rose's name in the previous chapter was Maria. I'm pretty sure I clarified this before but I'll just say it again so no one is confused. Basically in every life her name isn't just Rose but a form of Rosemarie. So there could be Rosalie, Rosalyn, Mary, Marie or in last chapters' case Maria.

Now to the story, enjoy!(:

I don't know how long I stayed in Dimitri's arms. I'm pretty sure it took an hour for me to stop crying.

Wait! I was crying. Man, Dimitri must think I'm a baby or something.

"Are you okay now?" he asks.

I nod against his chest," But I have some questions, I'm a little confused."

"Okay." he replies.

I sit up pulling myself away from his arms and turn to face him.

"Well first off you were my guard? Cause if you were you were a pretty lazy one, my entire family was killed." I say.

He sighs," I wasn't technically your guard. Look when your father ruled as Tsar barley anyone saw you or your family. I didn't know you were his daughter. I started to support some of the things the Bolsheviks said. Not all thought but the majority. They promised a free country, to overthrow the monarchy and set up a government."

I nod for him to continue.

"You father then abdicated as Tsar and for some time they kept you and your family hidden. I didn't know their true intentions Roza I swear. Had I know I would've never agreed to become a Bolshevik soldier."

"But you left a note on the cake so you must've know something was happening." I say.

He nods," I left the note a month before your de- the killings." he says cutting himself off," But I didn't really know at that point, I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. It was only the day of that I heard the truth."

" Okay but I'm still confused on a few more thing. I lived till I was nineteen right?"

Dimitri nods," But that was the only time that ever happened, I guess it had to do with the situation you were placed in. You were never allowed out of the house and I guarded the perimeter so we rarely ever got closed. And the one time we did well-"

"I died." I say bluntly, "That's the other thing, how did I die? I mean we didn't kiss."

"We don't have to kiss for you to die. Usually kissing brings back the memory of our time in heaven and my choice to pick you over God and satan."

It makes sense now. The last thing I remember as Maria was a memory of Dimitri and I in heaven. That must've done it for her. Or well, me technically.

"I want to go again." I say swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up.

"Go? Go where?" Dimitri asks confused.

"I want to go back to another life." I say firmly.

"Are you sure? I mean after you reacted when you came back. . ."

I knew crying was going to come back to bite me in the ass.

"I'm fine now and I want to go. Which life do you think I should go to?" I ask.

"Um- I know! Just let it be a surprise. Hold out your hand." he says.

Like the last time I hold my hand out in front of me. I feel something tickle the center of my palm and sure enough the little black twister is back.

"Okay close you eyes and listen to what I say." I nod.

He takes a deep breath.

"White linoleum floors."

"The smell of clean air."

"The gurney being wheeled by you."

I open my eyes," Gurney? This place better not be a hospital, I freaking hate those things."

"Close your eyes." he replies.

With a deep sigh I do as I'm told.

"And by the way it's not necessarily a hospital."

I nod,"Okay."

"You were just part of The Army Nurse Corps during World War II."

"Wait? What!?" I ask opening my eyes again only this time I wasn't in Dimitri's room.

I look down damn linoleum floor, it might not be a hospital but it might as well be. From where I stand I can smell the mixture of cleaning chemicals and blood.

Gross, this is why I hate hospitals.

The body I was in, cause I still don't know my name in this life, was walking someplace. She turns the corner and now I see where she's heading, the bathroom.

Wait! I don't want to see her lady parts. Wait. . . they're still technically mine.

Thank God, instead of using the bathroom she just goes to fix her makeup. I look like one of those typical nurses from World War II. Honestly I sort of looked like Kate Beckinsale from Pearl Harbor, the irony.

My hair was let down in soft curls. But it was shorter than I have in real life, in real life it goes to my waist but here it goes down a little past my shoulder. I had red lipstick on and a little white hat on the top of my head.

She reapplies her lipstick and then turns out of the bathroom and walks down the hall.

"Rosalie!" I turn around and see a blonde come walking down the hall way.

Rosalie? That's my name, it's pretty.

The blonde gets closer and from Rosalie's mind I can tell that the girl is her best friend.

"Hey Liss." Rosalie replies.

Liss? Lissa! It's about time I saw some of her.

"We have some new soldiers that got transported here." she says handing her a clip board.

"How badly injured are they?" Rosalie asks.

Lissa flips her blonde hair over her shoulder," Some look like they're going to be back on their feet in not time, others well they won't make it.

She's sad, but she knows this happens and it's going to happen a whole lot more untill the war is over.

Rosalie nods," Okay so which wing do I get?" she asks looking down at her clipboard.

"I know your not really comfortable with the gory scenes just yet so you got the stable patients in wing B." Lissa replies.

That's thoughtful of her Rosalie thinks. But she doesn't want people to think that just because she's new she needs to gradually get into this.

"I'm fine Lissa. I can take the other ones." Rosalie offers.

"It's okay." Lissa says, she looks down at her clipboard and gasps.

"Is something wrong?" Rosalie asks concerned.

"N-no. Actually your right. Why don't you take make Wing it's for the patients who are more seriously injured."

Rosalie is hesitant but eventually takes the clipboard and hand Lissa the other one.

"Well I have to get back to work, you to Rosalie. Breaks over go back to work."

Rosalie rolls her eyes and laughs. She turns and starts walking again looking down at the clipboard. She's curious as to what wing she's going to be working.

Wing A she read.

But my eyes drift to somewhere else, the list of patients.

First name on the top.

Dimitri Belikov.

What you guys think? Let me know if you want Rose to see another life after this or for this to be the last life she goes and sees. 5 reviews for the next chapter please!