Yeah. I'm still alive, and I'm real sorry for not UD'ing sooner. My life's been a bit crazier then I thought it would've been once I got back to Pa. It's still crazy, just not as bad. I'll try to UD sooner for both my stories, but I ask for ya'll to be patient with me. I've had serious writters block and all that.

Thanks to all ya'll that're still out there readin' my stuff.

Disclaimer: I own nothin'. L=

Lissa had stayed with me for the rest of the day, laying in the bed beside me, making sure not to touch my body. She hardly moved all day, scared she'd hurt me in some way. I had fallen in and out of sleep, and it was fairly quiet. Besides the nurses coming in to check my vitals and drip bags, and even then it wasn't so bad.

I was thankful when visiting hours were up. Chris had come over, placed his hand on my shoulder and kissed the crown of my head gently. Lissa the same only the kiss lingered a little longer, telling me in the loving gesture how worried I've made her, and how scared she is. Not for herself but for me. Then they were on their way, I was glad Lissa wasn't going home alone and Chris had taken her. I knew he'd be able to take care of her.

A night in a hospital is always the same; quiet yet not, peaceful yet scary, lonely but still not. You can always hear the pitter patter of foot steps through your door, papers shuffling, and tons of voices. Hospital rooms have a kind of peacefulness to them that let's you know your safe; yet that same peacefulness is what scares the hell outta me. Everything in your room is so damn perfect, everything completely sterile, and the room so still; it's just not right. And while at that, the whole room so still and quiet, it makes you feel so alone. You hear all the voices outside your door, all the noises, yet you know that none of those voices are the ones of your loved ones, none of your friends.

It's a huge ass contradiction to itself.

I fucking hate hospitals.

Since I had slept a good half of the day, I was awake most of the night. Leaving me time to think, as clearly as I could at least.

Someone tried to kill me. When I was awake with Lissa today I kept that bit of information down. Keeping my mind off the reason why I was here and only thinking of what injuries I've gotten. But, now alone in my room, I let the reality of it all sink in. The picture of my room aflame flashed through my mind, my breath caught in my throat and a few seconds later, a slow shakey breath escaped.

Just breath.

My stairs, falling apart as I tried to escape; nearly taking me with. My vision blurred, I blinked but it didn't help to clear my eyes. The lone pillar that nearly hit me. Everything replayed in my mind, as quiet tears fell from my eyes. Then, as if on rewind, each scene played back from end to beginning. And as if I had no control over what I thought, I seen a black silhouette. It was neither man nor woman, just and outline of a vague being. Different ideas as to how this started played in my mind, I couldn't stop any of it. Someone on a ladder, throwing a match into my room. Someone dumping gasoline on the side of my home, throwing their lit cigarette in the disgusting smelling puddles. The person breaking into my home, carelessly walking through, going through my belongings, into my room, before catching a few drapes on fire and leaving. It was never ending, hundreds of different ways past my eyes, as soon as one ended another started.

It was torture.

Eventually I squeezed my eyes shut, as tight as I could, making it impossible to see anything else. My mind still ran but I managed to stop the thoughts, stopped everything going through my brain. The tears ran hot and fast down my cheeks, I couldn't see a thing and I clamped my mouth shut as a scream of terror, frustration, and confusion threaten to escape. Though it did come, only muffled and very low. I ignored the pain in my body as I threw myself onto my stomach, the arm with the drip in it under me so as I didn't pull it out. I buried my head into the pillow and grabbed hold of it with my free hand. Crawling into it, biting it, screaming and crying into it.

Eventually my tears had drenched the pillow and I threw it as hard as I could at the door, it hit with a thump and landed nearly silently. Up until then no one had bothered me, it was either the nurses hadn't heard me or they figured I was just freaking out; but with the noise at the door it swung open.

I wasn't expecting who was at the door though, Lissa and Mia came rushing in, followed by a nurse, and two men I didn't know right behind them. My already shot mind didn't understand why they were here in the middle of the night, or if they knew the men behind them, but I did comprehend that they were dangerous.

Seeing them scan the room quickly, faces hard and scary, shut me up quickly. Seeing their eyes land on me, nearly had me pissing my bed. But they stayed where they were, only the taller one moving to shut the door behind him, the men stood on either side of it.

It frightened the hell outta me.

Eyes wide I turned to the women in the room. Lissa patting me down, Mia trying to lay me down, and the nurse checking my vitals again.

"Who are they." I whispered quietly, looking to Lissa then Mia. They turned to the men, which made me turn to look at them again.

They stood looking at us as well, yet it was like they weren't even looking at us. Looking without looking? How the hell is that possible?

"Their the new bodyguards." Lissa informed me, looking back at me while rubbing my shoulder gently.

"Yeah Christian said that they're the best, I was pretty shocked that he had found them so quickly though." Mia said, Lissa nodding her head in agreeance.

Liss smiled to the men and gestured to each with her hand, "Mr. Belikov," She gestured to the taller one. He looked about 6' 7", medium kind of brown hair, long, maybe shoulder length; it was tied back so I couldn't be sure. As well he had dark brown eyes, and was built; seriously built. "and Mr. Ashford." He was the shorter of the two, but still tall, maybe 6' 4", messy looking red hair and sky blue eyes, built but no where near as big as Mr. Belikov. "Gentlemen, this is Rose." Lissa finished.

"Dimitri." Belikov said with a nod in greeting.

"Mason." Ashford said with a smile and a nod.

I nodded back, unsure of what to say. I tried to smile back at Mason but I just couldn't. I looked at Lissa, "So what are yous doing here? It's what? 3 am?"

"Actually it's 6:30." Mia said, looking at me funny. There's no doubt my eyes were blood shot and they had noticed, thankfully they didn't say anything.

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded, how had I not noticed the time?

"Yup, Mia stilled hadn't seen you, and it's not like we were about to let our best friend sit in the hospital all alone." Lissa said with a small smile.

"Thanks." I said, a small twitchy smile was all I could muster.

I looked back at the men, unsure how to act with them there; unsure if I wanted them to leave. It was obvious they'd be able to handle anything thrown at them, but I still didn't trust them. I wasn't sure who I could trust anymore, who knows who had started the fire and if someone's working with them.

I sure as hell didn't know.

I didn't realize that the nurse had left, actually I completely forgotten about her, until I heard the click of the door.

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So what 'cha ya'll thought?

Tif

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