I stood infront of room 401, my hand lay flat against the door.
I couldnt open it.
I couldnt breath, I couldnt even move, I was locked in place as I caught sight of the scene inside through the small window frame.
The room was pure white, nothing on the walls, a typical hospital bed was pushed against the wall and a small figure lay under blankets, his light brown hair was splayed out on the pillow behind his head, if not for the obvious paleness to his skin you would think he was only sleeping... and there were wires hooked up to him... so many wires...
one led to a drip with clear fluid inside, another was hooked up to a drip that had a red liquid... blood? He was having blood transfusions? why?
I could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor that was attached to his small body as well, the constant sound was scarey yet reasurring...
The table beside his bed held a vase of red, purple and white roses, a card propped up and a jug of water.
My eyes then fell to the form in the chair beside his bed.
My Roza.
My memories and the photo I had didnt do her justice. She was still just as breathtakingly stunning as the day we met... she was hunched forward, her head resting in her folded arms on the edge of the bed, her face was looking towards the door. Even with her eyes closed I could see the deep, blue-black bags that meant she hasnt been sleeping well at all.
I pushed open the door slowly expecting her to lift her head, but then I heard the low, soft snoring. She must have been so worn out she fell asleep like that.
I took a couple of quiet steps into the room, watching the two of them sleep. They looked so alike, I could only imagine that his eyes were the same colour and shape as his mothers. I wished he would open them so that I could know if it was true... I remembered the sound of his laugh from Lissas phone, imagining what his voice sounded like when he spoke... was his attitude like mine or hers? I know he was protective but I bet he was just as impulsive and reckless as her already...
"Com...Comrade..."
My eyes immediately went to Rozas face, expecting to see her eyes open... but they werent. She was dreaming... about me?
"Oh my Roza..." It slipped from my lips in a quiet whisper.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and the deep brown eyes I loved were suddenly staring back at me. They widened a little before she lifted her head and her lips parted a little as she stared at me.
"Dim...Dimitri?" She murmured, rubbing one eye at a time slowly. "Am I dreaming? I must be." her voice came out in a harsh grumble, her eyes lowered and she glared at the ground.
"Roza... youre awake... Im really here and... and Im so sorry." I knew words wouldnt be enough, I didnt expect her to ever forgive me for what I did, hell I wouldnt forgive myself.
She lifted her eyes back up to my own, her eyebrows still knotted together in confusion.
"Why?" That one word was spoken so harshly that it made me flinch a little. "Why are you here?"
"I..." My eyes flicked from her to Mason, she followed my gaze and froze and her eyes narrowed as she looked back at me.
I gulped, I dont know why I was suddenly afraid as I practically whispered my next sentence. "I came because my son is sick...and you needed me."