Sorry it's been a while since I updated last, work… need I say more? I've also spent a bit of the time trying to figure out what is going to happen in this AU, and I think I've figured it out a bit, as in, I've got a vague idea… which basically means I have no idea (laughs nervously and glances around). Well, not No Idea, just… Well, you'll see what I mean…
Thanks to all who've reviewed, I hope your all enjoying it so far, and I'd still love to hear some more ideas after I've posted the next couple of chapters…
CPOV
I swung the candelabra at her head, as fast and as hard as I could. It hit her hard and she crashed to the floor. Why didn't she dodge? That's what I expected her to do! Why the hell didn't she move from it?
I felt bile rise up into my throat when I actually looked at what I did. I half expected her to jump up, wipe away the blood that was nearly pouring out of her head and say while laughing "Ha ha, fooled you Sparky."
Of course, that's not what happened.
I pushed down the bile when I realised that I completely and royally fucked up!
"Shit!" I shouted at myself and I crashed to my knees and picked her up bride-style. I forced my open palm to the cut wishing desperately that I was a Spirit user at that moment.
God, she'll murder me when she wakes up! Especially 'cos I saw her while she's weak.
I cut the thoughts from my attention and shoved at the door, running as fast as I dared without dropping Rose, close to sprinting to the infirmary. When I passed some of my peers they watched with awe and shock. Some with jealousy and some with a deep pity that I felt was directed at me. They knew what I'd have to go through when she wakes up.
I honestly didn't pay much other attention to them, only on the white girl unconscious and possibly bleeding to death in my arms. I noted that her blood covered my entire shoulder from where her head rested partially against it, I noted that her breathing had been normal, like when sleeping, and was slowly getting shallower and more frequent, and I noticed the deep beauty and peace in her features.
Wait, what? Since when have I ever classed her as having a 'deep beauty?'
This was another errant thought that left my mind when I got to the infirmary. I kicked the door in a way that even Rose would be proud of. A young nurse was passing by in the corridor in front of us and she glanced at us before turning the corner away from us without really grasping the situation. Less than a second later she turned back and sprinted around the corner and over to us. After seeing all the blood I didn't even have to say anything, she simply let out a small squeaking noise, cleared her throat quickly and said "Follow me". She hurried down the corridor to unlock a room. She was quick, even for a Moroi nurse. But I caught up easily despite the aching in my legs. She pressed a button on a remote-like thing on her hup attached to her outfit.
"Mr. Ozera, please put her on the bed and tell me exactly what happened and what her injuries are. I do not care for secrets of any kind so please, don't hesitate. From the state of her, this could be very serious!"
"Yeah, sure. Sorry." I stuttered as I finished putting Rose on the bed. I told her what happened starting when she barged into the attic looking for me.
"I didn't mean it! To hit her, that is. I mean, yeah, I did try to hit her, but I thought she would have got out of the way or something! I didn't mean it, I swear! I didn't." I mumbled the last part as more to convince myself more than the nurse, whose name is actually Stacey, no that that matters.
At that moment Rose's doctor came in, I can't remember the name. Dr. Whatever gasped when she saw Rose lying on the bed looking like she had just fought a strigoi, and lost. She immediately grabbed a heap of meshy stuff dipped in Antiseptic or something similar. Stacey gave her an update after explaining what had happened. Dr. Whatever nodded and applied a thick wad of gauze on the cut. She saw just how uncomfortable and out-of-place I was without anything to do.
"Here, Lord Ozera. Hold this on as tightly as you can without causing more damage to the wounded tissue. I need to set up an IV, she's lost too much blood and body fluids to keep her sustained."
I immediately held on to the gauze, thankful she gave me something to do.
Three hours later I was informed that Rose was now clear out of what the Doctor classed at the 'danger zone', meaning that she could still breathe by herself (not that she lost the ability), that the multiple blood transfusions had taken with ease and no side-effects and most importantly; that she wasn't going to die.
When I was still sitting beside her bed an hour later the nurse literally dragged me out and informed one of the staff to escort me back to my room. I was so exhausted I didn't even argue, which was pathetic because I am Christian and I usually complain about everything I can.
I fell asleep that night/morning feeling more shame and guilt than I had ever felt before.
Please Rose, just… please.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed the latest installment of my story, and I'll try to update again soon.
Tooza.
