I didn't go to work for the next two weeks. Almost always, I sat in the hospital room with an unconscious Nat. The television was always on, but the volume was barely, and it was just on Grey's Anatomy, cause that's my stress reliever show. There was some good news about Nat; he was breathing on his own. Plus, he was responding great to the treatments they were giving him. He would occasionally open his eyes and say something quietly, then he'd be unconscious again.

Sometimes I'd be able to make out the words, sometimes they were so quick and quiet I couldn't hear anything. It was a mix of "Rosie" "Love" "need you" and "evil." I had no idea what he was talking about, but I did know "Rosie." Back when I was small, my dad used to call me 'Rosie' because my cheeks were really red. I'm pretty sure Nat was referring to me, but I'm not sure.

A little after the second week, I was eating a yogurt and watching Grey's when a few of Nat's friends came by. There were two; one blonde and one brunette with a buzz cut. "Dude, Nat wasn't lying about dating a hot Asian," the blonde said, nudging the brunette.

In all fairness, I'm used to being called 'hot Asian' and 'sexy Asian.' Nowadays, only Nat calls me those things. I wave at the two, then I went back to my yogurt. "I'm David and this is Thomas," the blonde said, extending his hand. I shook it casually.

"Rosalina," I said.

"How's he doing?" Thomas asked, gesturing towards Nat.

"He responds to treatment but isn't waking up," I stated. "He was never in life support because he can breath on his own, and he talks in his sleep."

"How long's he been out?" David asked.

"Two weeks," I said. I looked at Nat, who just shifted in his sleep. "I wish he'd wake up." I said quietly.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." David said. I pulled out my phone and went to the news video. "Did you see this? It was a serious accident."

As the video played, Thomas and David cringed and looked away. "Well, I think you should get out of this stuffy hospital," Thomas said. "I'm guessing you've been here non stop?"

"I can't leave," I said. "What if—"

"Yolo girl," Thomas said. "Just a few hours. Well just get out, relieve some stress, then we can come back here."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked cautiously.

"Get drunk of course," David exclaimed. "How long have you gone without a drink?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"We won't abuse you," David tried.

"We're just as stressed about this as you are, usually a beer or two helps," Thomas explained.

"No more than two," I stated. "And I'm not gonna change or anything. If I look to flawless, I'll attract guys which is what I don't want. And if either of you try any funny business—"

"We get it, now let's go!" David urged, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the chair.

"I also don't have a car right now," I added.

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I had two drinks, a mango martini. I had a feeling one of us had to stay sober enough to drive, and that always ended up being me. And it was true. It took a lot to get Thomas and David out of there without them hooking up. Geez, guys are just...ugh. It was three hours later that I got back.

When I did, I went back to my usual seat and picked up my phone. Except, it wasn't mine. It was Nat's, and someone was calling him. The screen read: Crazy-Ass Bitch (DON'T ANSWER). Then there was a warning for the picture. I was just curious, I wanted to know who was calling. So I may have answered. Don't worry, I didn't say anything.

"Hey Baby." That voice sounded so familiar. "You've been ignoring my texts lately. You weren't serious about being in a relationship, were you? I know you miss my pussy, she misses you too. I just want some more action. I can hear you breathing on the other end, Baby. But, if you aren't gonna answer, just make sure you don't tell Rosalina about what happen, Kay? I'll call you later, love you."

Who the fuck was that?

Why the fuck was this bitch calling MY man?

What she mean by 'serious about being in a relationship'?

I wanna know who this bitch is so I CAN FUCKING KILL HER!

And how the fuck she know who I am and tell him not to tell me about something?

Why the fuck did she sound so fucking familiar?

Grrrrr. I'm so...UUUGGGH!

A/N: Rosalina is fuming. Wonder who's messing with her man? Jk, I know who. But you guys can guess in a review. Seriously, leave a review. I wanna know what you think!

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