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Dhampirs don't normally get sick, but they do occasionally get hurt. Say, for example during a strigoi hunting raid, like the on Dimitri went on and came back from now, sporting a broken femur and bruised ribs.

After a medic had set his foot in a brace and taped his ribs, he'd been left in Rose's care, along with a prescription for oxycodone, to help alleviate the pain.

Good thing about oxycodone-it's a fast-acting, really good pain-reducing medicine.

Bad thing? Well, having oxycodone in his system turned Dimitri into a toddler-a six-foot-seven, tall, brawny toddler.

At first Rose found it funny how he clung onto her as they walked from the clinic to their apartment, giving the stink-eye to anyone who dared look at her the wrong way. It was funny too how he kept on playing with her hair and murmuring 'my Roza' every now and then. Rose thought it adorable when he insisted on opening their apartment door for her and he almost keeled over and face-planted on the floor trying to bow her in.

And then came the time he happily ran to the coat rack and hugged his duster, which he'd been forced to leave behind for the mission, and how he whispered his love for it. Still, hugging it, he almost skipped to the living room(that was a sight to see)and plopped down to the sofa. When Rose insisted he take off his shoes, he stuck his tongue out at her and shook his head, before clutching it and muttering that his head hurt. Oh, and he wanted to have bread, mama's bread, so could Rose get him some, please? With raspberry jam?

That too was okay, and Rose let it slide when Dimitri stage-whispered to his duster-which he was still hugging-that he couldn't ask Rose to cook because she'd most likely poison him and burn down the house…because well, it was kind of true.

While eating the bread-more like stuffing his cheeks full, like a squirrel-Dimitri told Rose a few lame jokes, that he laughed at them himself. And he called her a meanie when she didn't so much as crack an amused smile. And then, he got all puppy-dog eyed, and with trembling lips, he apologized for bad-mouthing her, because mama told him to never say bad things about people.

When Rose assured Dimitri that she didn't mind, he hugged her with what sounded like a squeal-a very manly squeal-and dragged her across the sofa to sit on his lap, and petted her hair and murmured 'good Roza'.

After a few minutes, when Rose asked him to go take a shower, Dimitri honest-to-goodness pouted at her and announced that no, he didn't like water. When Rose insisted, Dimitri grew agitated and he literally—take a deep breath…this might be hard to digest—stomped his feet and threw a mini-tantrum.

Still, she forced him to go shower (after helping him unbutton his shirt and take off his socks), but not before he negotiated being treated to some hot chocolate, which he deemed Rose could make without destroying the kitchen. Huffing, Rose retreated to the kitchen, muttering about Dimitri and his puppy-dog eyes, and when she returned, bearing two mugs of cocoa, she found a freshly-showered (and dripping water all over the furniture) Dimitri sitting on their bed, wearing only pajama-bottoms. He informed her that he couldn't raise his arms to put on a T-shirt.

Immediately, she rushed to fuss over his injuries, which only ended when Dimitri wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down to bed. And insisted that she lie with him, just for a minute. A minute turned into three hours, which Dimitri spent sleeping, wrapped around her body, and in spite of his light snores and his hair dripping hair all over her T-shirt, Rose wouldn't have it any other way.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him about his toddler-like behavior later….

I was reminiscing of the one time I broke my wrist…and voila!
Let's just say I really don't have any memory of the first few hours on pain meds, and the stuff that I do remember…I wish I(and the people I came in contact with)didn't.

Anyway, thank you for reading, guys. Reviews are always welcome!

Cheers!