Chapter One

Rose stared at the white walls in front of her, her surroundings ignored as people fly past around her. The strong smell of disinfectant and cool air-conditioned air hallway matched her mood. Continuing to stare aimlessly at the wall in front of her, the cracks in them began to form pictures.

Pictures that she didn't want to see.

Pictures of Dimitri laughing, pictures of him hugging her, pictures of him sleeping in the morning.

Pictures that she won't see again.

A silent tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn't care.

It felt numb.

The pain.

She didn't know that a feeling like this existed. That numb feeling that slowly eats away everything inside, growing larger and larger as it spreads through your veins. The black mass of poison, spreading.

She could feel it spread to her fingers, to her legs, but she was still fighting. After all, the results hadn't come yet.

The sign 'In Session' blinked red then suddenly blinked green.

It was time.

Rushing to her feet, Rose stood up and waited as the door opened. A young man, who is the doctor she supposed, pushed through the opaque double doors stilled dressed in the green scrubs. His brows were still wet from sweat when concentrating on the operation and his sagging stance radiated weariness. But that wasn't what worried Rose.

The doctor's brown eyes flashed filled with sympathy.

Not a good sign, a voice whispered in her mind.

"How's he?" a distant yet familiar voice asked the doctor. It took Rose a while to realise that it her own voice.

"Ms Hathaway, I'm so sorry. We tried our best, but I guess it was time for him to go."

The battle between the dark mass inside her stopped.

The fight was over.

The black poison continued to spread to the last crevice in her body, the last stop she kept alive. The last place she fought for – her heart.

Now, it was gone.

The battle was over.

Her feet collapsed beneath her. The cold hard titles comforted her, telling her that she was one of them now.

A cold object.

It was a while, after a moment of persuasion from the doctor, she stood up again.

"We found this on the body. I think you want to have a look at this."

The doctor handed her a piece of paper and a blue box, both coated in dark substance.

Blood.

A muffled cry rosed from her throat.

No, she can't deal with this now.

She can't bear to think that it was because of rushing home, he got hit.

No, she can't handle this.

With a shaking hand, she grabbed the paper and the small box, then stuffed it in her coat pocket.

With a weak good bye, she ran out of the hospital.

She'll deal with everything later. Just not now.

In the safety of her car, Rose let her tears fall. Sobs after sobs racked her as the pain invaded her body. Leaning against the steering wheel, she continued to cry.

His scent was still in the car as she continued to cry. Rose picked up his SUV that afternoon and was about to laugh at him about calling women bad drivers. But it looked like, she wasn't going to joke with him anymore.

The scent in the car enveloped her as she drove back home, tears continuing to fall.

She can only hope, that a semi-trailer would hit her too.

–o-0-O-0-o—

The hospital machine continued to beep in a steady pace as the patient continued to breathe with the help of the large machines. The patient continued to breathe and sleep in his unconsciousness unaware of his past, present and future and the woman leaning against the window with a smirk on her lips as she watched a dark hair girl ran out of the emergency wing.

The woman's pale blue eyes flash in satisfaction as her plan was coming together. Well, there was one little bump, but the end result was still the same. Running her hand through her black raven hair, she continued to watch the girl run, ignoring the presence of a man behind her.

"What's his condition doc?"

"A broken rib, his left foot was majorly fractured a different points, but it wasn't something we couldn't handle and a severe concussion. We can't do anything until, he wakes up."

"Good," she said, turning towards the doctor and away from the window.

"Make sure he wakes up and don't tell anyone about him," she said, grabbing her jacket from the plastic seat in the room and walked out to the door.

"Yes Ms Ozera."

Before closing the door though, she turned back. "Oh, and thank you for helping me with the issue down there. It was very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you Ms Ozera," the doctor said, tightening his grip on the clipboard in his hands. He had to do it. She had his wife as hostage.

"No, thank you. Now, remember what I said. If anyone gets a peep of this, you know the consciences."

"Yes, Ms Ozera. Have a good night."

The door finally closed and the doctor sank into the chair at the opposite end of the bed. The stress of lying to a person and the stress and concern of his family was frustrating.

The sadness in the girl's eyes as he lied straight to her face was crimpling. It was as if she was wilting. It took him all he had not to tell her the room number.

At least he did break one thing.

He gave the girl the ring and the paper. He couldn't stand to give something that precious to Natasha Ozera. The woman may look nice, but underneath that façade lurked an evil spirit. It also didn't help that she was the CEO of the Star-shine resort chain. Money speaks louder than words.

Raking his hand through his hair, he looked up at the patient lying there, fully asleep with the amount of drugs they pumped through him. This looked like the only peaceful moment where he'll get rest.

The shoulder length brown hair lay flat on his pillow, dull and dead. The man's skin was pale from blood lost. The doctor sighed and walked over to the man. Looked at him and sighed again.

"May God be with you, Dimitri Belikov. Because in this battle, I think you'll need it."

With that, he walked away from the patient and closed the door.

AN: Thanks to those who are reading and reviewed. I haven't been back in forever and it's good to be back, I guess. Sorry for typos, but I was in a hurry to get this done. Last sad chapter.

Q and A

Ladora – I think they are human, because when I wrote this, I didn't know which side to pick. I don't like it when they turn human but I think I'll give a try.

Omg122 – No, I will not make her pregnant. No offense to anyone, I hate stories about girls getting knocked up at 18. I usually go "You made your bed, now go lie in it," except when it is something like rape. But yeah. No pregnancies.

Vampzgirl – Sorry, but I think that there are too many pregnant Rose out there and I hate making them pregnant. It takes a lot of situations away from a story. Also, I hate teenage pregnancies. I feel sorry for them and then I get pissed. I don't want to pissed here.

Thanks for reading! I'll try to update again.