Author Note: I'm in an angst-y mood again. I finished what I was supposed to do for my fiction work (At least for tonight anyway) and I had an idea for a one-shot full of angst. Sorry in advance. Shiki's point of view. Angst warning but fluff in the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight or make any profit from this.

"Will she be alright, Ichijou?" I asked as we leaned over Rima's bed. Rima appeared to be asleep, but it had been a week since the Rido incident, and she hadn't woken up.

"Shiki..." Ichijou sighed and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Being honest... I don't know if she's ever going to wake up. Even with her advanced healing, Rido hit her in the lung... Things are happening to her that mean she might not live..."

I perched myself beside Rima on the bed. As usual, she didn't move. "How can we tell... if she's going to make it?" I asked slowly.

"If she's not awake within the next three or four days... then chances are..." Ichijou shook his head. "I'm sorry, Shiki."

"May I be alone with her?" I tossed a glance at Ichijou, and then turned back to Rima. "Please."

The blonde turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

"Rima..." I held her left hand between both of mine. "I'm so sorry. Please... forgive me... come back to me..."

She still didn't move. I squeezed her hand lightly and just sat beside her, waiting for anything.

I spent most of my next few days and nights beside Rima, waiting. The four-day mark was approaching too fast, and I was getting more nervous than the situation already warranted.

It happened at the end of the four-day mark.

Rima's eyes slowly flicked open. Panic was written in her eyes, and she started to cough. Earlier Ichijou had warned me to keep a basin beside her bed, because if she woke up, she would be coughing up blood for a while.

I handed her the basin and held her hair back as she coughed up mouthful after mouthful of half-solid blood into the bowl.

"Is Rido gone?" Rima asked between coughs.

"I think so." I found a hair tie on her nightstand and tied her hair back. "I'm sorry, Rima... I should've fought harder. You got hurt because I'm an idiot."

"Well, there's no arguing that." She wiped her mouth with a Kleenex. "You are an idiot. But I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at your son of a bitch father." She turned back to the basin, coughing up more blood.

"That makes two of us." I sighed.

Ichijou chose that moment to walk in. "Rima!" He grinned at us. "I was so worried I-"

"She doesn't want to hear it right now." I warned. "But we're all glad that she's going to be ok."

"I hate Rido Kuran." Rima wiped her mouth again with the Kleenex. "I really, really hate him." She looked down at the bowl of half-solid blood. "Ichijou? Any chance you could..."

"Of course!" Ichijou took the bowl of blood and headed for the door. "I've been taking care of you this whole time anyway!" With that he was out the door.

Rima looked down at her nightgown. "You let him change my clothes?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"No. I did that." I helped her lay back down.

"Thank you..." She closed her eyes halfway, but I could still see her jewel-blue eyes go red with bloodlust.

"Rima, would you like to drink some of my blood?" I asked, putting an arm behind her head to pillow it further.

"Not right now..." She shook her head. "I'm thirsty, but puking would not be fun. After coughing up all of that... just not right now..."

"Ichijou was worried about you." I stated. "He kept forcing blood tablets down your throat trying to help out."

"Were you worried?" Rima shifted her bright red gaze to me. "Were you worried about me, Shiki?"

"More worried than I've ever been about anything." I admitted. "Ichijou wasn't sure if you were even going to live..."

"I'm not such a huge bitch that I would leave you, just because I was pissed off at Rido." She moved slightly, pressing her shoulder into my chest. It hurt a little, but it seemed to comfort her.

"I know." I shifted a bit so I was closer to her, almost curled around her. "I was just worried... that you wouldn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice, Shiki." She grabbed at my shirt, missing the first few times. Finally she established contact and pulled me half over her. "I've made my choice. I want to be with you, always."

I kissed her forehead, glad, above all else, that she was alright.

We slept the rest of the day away, curled up together. And I couldn't have been happier.

Author Note: As I neared the end of the first page, I was worried they weren't going to get their happy ending. They did, of course, but I was worried for a minute or two. As usual, I love reviews and PMs, and thank you for reading!