I licked my lips and swallowed thickly. The night went by in a blur and I couldn't put together what happened, but that also might have been the concussion that was brewing. My eyes drooped a bit as I sat on the bed waiting to be examined. I didn't want to admit off bad I was hurt, but I couldn't be bothered to fight being here.

I looked down at my hands and stared at the dried blood that coated them, memories of the night snapping back into place. I grimaced and closed my eyes, forcing my body to listen to me as my stomach rolled.

Poor Eddie.

"Rose?"

I looked up slowly from my hands and found the last person I expected. Dimitri. It had been two years since he had been restored, and I had spoken to him a handful of times since the day in the church.

"Dimitri?" I asked as Dimitri set a clipboard on the best beside my legs, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping triage," Dimitri said as he moved so he could look at my eyes.

"Do you feel okay?" he asked, flicking his penlight over my eyes. I winced at the intensity of the light and pulled back with a quiet groan.

"Did you hit your head?" Dimitri asked but my eyes were stuck on the wall behind him.

"Eddie's dead," I whispered dryly. Dimitri put the penlight into the pocket of his shirt and tipped my chin up so I was looking at him.

"You don't know that, he's in surgery," Dimitri said quietly. I blinked and frowned.

"There was so much blood," I whispered.

Dimitri went through checking me over, not pushing for more information. I didn't stop him as he checked my shoulders and neck, pulling my sleeves up so he could check them. Dimitri lifted up the hem of my shirt to check my stomach when he stopped.

"What happened here?" Dimitri asked. I blinked and looked down at the blossoming bruise on my abdomen.

"I…I don't know," I said quietly. I grimaced again and lurched forward when I couldn't hold back the nausea anymore. Dimitri sidestepped me in time to miss most of it, but the spray still got him. I was mortified but then felt fear creep over me. I didn't just puke, I puked blood.

"Rose!" Dimitri exclaimed as I heaved again, pulling my hair back from my face so I didn't get blood in it.

I spat to get some more out of my mouth while Dimitri called out for help. I groaned as one of the doctors came over, looking at the amount of blood on the floor before checking on me. I was starting to feel lightheaded and Dimitri helped me lay down on the bed, his eyes showing concern. A year ago I would have done anything to see something other than disdain.

I blinked as the doctor looked over my stomach. After a few minutes, I heard the wheels click on the gurney.

"We're going to take you up to be examined further. I'm worried about internal bleeding," a nurse said as her head appeared over mine. I blinked and nodded my head, too tired to make any words.

Dimitri's head was over mine as well, hesitancy and worry on his face. "You'll be okay," he said quietly, brushing my hair back from my cheeks. I nodded and sighed as the gurney started to move, closing my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again I was laying in a different bed in a different room. I was groggy and my mouth had a bad chemical taste in the back of it. I sniffed and moved my hand to rub my face, noticing the cannula sticking out of it. I made a face and groaned, shifting in the bed.

I hissed when there was a sharp pain in my stomach and I moved the blanket so I could look at my stomach. I pulled my hospital gown up and furrowed my brows, finding a small incision. I ran my finger across it, my finger catching on the end of the stitches.

"Don't play with your stitches."

I looked up again and blinked. "What happened?"

"The doctor was right about internal bleeding. Your spleen was bleeding and your liver was bruised. You must have fallen or taken a hard hit," Dimitri explained from where he sat in the chair by the door.

"My spleen?"

"They stopped the bleeding," Dimitri added as he got up from his chair and sat on the edge of my bed. I smoothed my hospital gown back down and pulled my blanket back up, folding my hands over my stomach.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"It's almost seven," Dimitri said. I nodded and turned towards the window, but it was dark out again.

"Oh. It's been a while."

Dimitri nodded and then gestured towards my right. I looked over and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God," I whispered as I tipped my head back against the pillow. Eddie was in the bed next to me asleep. "He's okay?"

"He's fine. He'll be out for a bit longer, but he'll make it. Thanks to you," Dimitri said.

I hummed to myself and reached for the cup of water on the table, hissing when it pulled at my stitches. Dimitri reached over me and put the cup in my hands, his brows pinched together.

"How are you feeling?"

I shrugged gently. "Fine, I guess," I said, "Tired. A little hungry. But not really hungry. I didn't eat a lot before I went on the hunt."

"I was surprised that you volunteered so quickly," Dimitri said.

"Why?" I asked a little sharply.

Dimitri licked his lips and looked at Eddie before speaking again.

"I'm not too keen about caves these days. I figured you wouldn't be either," he said quietly. I rubbed the blanket between my fingers and I wiggled my toes.

"Is that why you didn't volunteer?"

"I wasn't allowed," Dimitri said, "Guardian Croft wanted me to stay here so that I could help navigate people through the caves."

I nodded and chewed on my lip. "Have you ever done something that you regret because you know you did it for the wrong reasons?"

Dimitri nodded. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

I looked over at Eddie again and felt guilt roll through me. "I didn't plan on coming back from this mission."

"Because of the odds?"

"Because I didn't want to come back," I said quietly. I sighed and ran the edge of my thumb on the rough blanket.

Dimitri shifted on the edge of my bed, resting his hand on the other side of my lower legs. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again, not being able to find the words he wanted right away.

"Why?" he asked quietly. I ran my tongue against the back of my teeth and thought about it. Was it worth telling him? I hadn't had anyone I could say anything to in so long. My relationship with Lissa fell apart over the last year and I didn't really have anyone else I could turn to.

My relationship with Eddie was rocky at best. We were civil and sometimes he would sit with me if we had our breaks at the same time, but we didn't hang out after that. I lost our friendship by asking him to put his career on the line.

My relationship with my parents was okay but not extravagant. I saw them when they were in Court, but I didn't have the money to go and visit them, let alone have the time. I spent most of my time alone working in the archives or the occasional border duty. My life didn't turn out as great as I thought it was. I was excited, and prepared, the be Lissa's Guardian. I was ready to lay down my life for her, but after being a Guardian, it wasn't as cracked up as I thought.

I should have done things differently. I would have been better if I had gotten expelled when I came back to the Academy. It would have saved me a lot of heartache.

"Not a whole lot to fight for these days," I said quietly as I picked at the blanket.

"You have plenty of things to fight for."

I shrugged. "You don't know much about my life anymore, Dimitri. You can't read me like an open book. The Rose I am now is not the girl you knew."

Dimitri's jaw ticked and his nose flared. "Tell me," he said. I looked at him and shrugged again.

"It doesn't matter," I said quietly.

"It does to me."

I snorted. "Too late for that."

I could feel Dimitri tense up when the door to my room opened and a nurse stepped in.

"I'm sorry but Guardian Hathaway needs to be resting, you can come back later if you like."

Dimitri stood up from the bed and smoothed the blanket over. "Is there anything I can get you before I go?" he asked.

I didn't meet his eyes and I shoot my head. "No. Thank you," I said quietly. Dimitri left the room and I slumped in the bed, pulling my knees up as I looked at Eddie. He had a ventilation tube in still and he looked pale.

If I hadn't gone, I don't think he would have.

I went back to archives duty a week after the mission. I was advised that I wasn't to lift anything overly heavy, but realistically I wasn't going to be lifting anything. I was filing all day, not all that exciting.

According to Guardian Croft, if I had been where I was during the mission, the second wave would have been slaughtered. It made me happy in the sense that I saved their lives, but it didn't help otherwise.

I was starting to enjoy the solitude of the archives. I didn't have to worry about fucking up someone else's life or career. I kept my headphones on as I filed, zoning out so that I wasn't thinking, just focusing on the music. I heard the door open but didn't think anything of it because people came and went all the time down here.

"Hey."

I turned and pulled my other earbud out, brows raised.

"Hi," I said, "Is there something you need?"

Dimitri shook his head and set a paper bag on the closest cabinet. "Just wanted to check in on you."

I frowned and set my papers on the cabinet. "Oh. You didn't need to do that."

"I did," he said, "I brought you these. I hope you still like them."

I walked over and took the bag from him, opening it and finding chocolate donuts inside.

"Thank you," I said quietly, "Really. You didn't have to do this."

Dimitri nodded and took a deep breath. "Are you busy after work?"

I looked up at him and shook my head. "No. Why?"

"Can we grab a coffee or something? I was wanting to talk to you about something if you're willing."

I shrugged. I doubt things could get any worse than they already were.

"Okay."

Dimitri smiled weakly and nodded again, looking as uncomfortable as I felt. It felt strange to talk to him, and it felt forced to come up with something to say. I could remember when he knew exactly what I was thinking, and I him, but now we barely knew each other. We were strangers to each other.

I would have preferred him as a friend than a stranger. Dimitri left shortly after that and all I could think about was what he wanted to talk about. A part of me worried about what he had to say, but the other part just wanted to spend time with someone who wasn't going to look down on me.

Even with everything that happened, he never looked down at me, I was still his equal.

I rushed home after work and got changed, opting of a pair of jeans instead of the sweatpants I lived in. I topped it with a sweater and headed out. I made my way down the stairs and found him waiting ini the lobby of the housing unit.

"Hi," I said as I pulled my coat on. Dimitri smiled and gave a smart jerk of his head.

"Ready?"

I nodded and let him lead the way. It was one of the rare times I enjoyed seeing the snow fall, it always reminded me of Andre when the snow started to fall. When we were younger Andre would make us watch the first snowfall every season. It made me miss him when it snowed, and it made me miss when my life was easier.

"How have you been feeling? Are you healing okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I still struggle when I wake up in the morning, or if I hear a really loud noise or see bright lights. But I'm getting better," I explained as we walked. Dimitri nodded along as I spoke, leading me through Court.

"And emotionally?" Dimitri asked hesitantly.

"I'm not worse, but not better," I muttered quietly. Dimitri's lips quirked down as we walked, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his duster. I chewed on the corner of my lip as we walked and I recognized the place.

"You go to Bravestone's?"

"Best place to get perogies," he said with a smirk. I chuckled and let him open the door and I went in first, tapping my shoes against the matt. Once Dimitri was inside we found a table and I slid into the booth.

I looked at the menu absently even though I knew all the food they had here. I spent a lot of time here, even if it was just to listen to music. Dimitri didn't look at it and instead at his hands clasped loosely on the table.

"Do you know what you're getting?" I asked.

"Perogies. They are the only ones who do them like my mother."

I smirked. "Your mother's are better. So is her Pirozhki."

Dimitri laughed. "She made that for you? Mama rarely made them."

I looked up at him. "She made them for your…funeral. I really like the cheese one," I said, trailing off at the end.

Dimitri cleared his throat uncomfortably and shifted in the booth, the vinyl squeaking under his weight. A waiter came by and took our drink orders. Both of us ordered the hot chocolate and a few dishes, neither of us really looking at the waiter.

"Mama told me that you gave a eulogy of sorts," Dimitri said a few minutes later as he tapped his fingers on the table.

I nodded. "I don't know if anyone really knew what I was saying, but I know that it made your family feel better. Everyone looked and treated me like your widow. It was strange, but I can see now that not all Dhampir communes don't like up to the stereotype."

Dimitri nodded and folded his hands again. "Yes. A few of the people in town remembered you and asked about you when I was there last time. They all had kind things to say about you."

I smiled. "I'm glad that I left a lasting impression," I said with a dry chuckle.

Our drinks we set down on the table and I pulled mine towards me, pulling some whipped cream off the top with my finger. I popped my finger in my mouth and licked the whipped cream off, sighed quietly to myself. It wasn't the crap stuff from a tub or a can, it was real whipped cream with vanilla.

When I looked up from my mug Dimitri was watching me, his lips quirked up at the sides.

"What?" I asked.

Dimitri pointed at the corner of his lips. "You missed some," he said with a small smile. I licked my lips and then wiped my hand over them, making sure that I got all of it.

"How is your family?" I asked after a beat, toying with the handle of my mug.

"Good. Zoya is getting big, and Sonya has a girl; Katya. Karolina got a job working with the younger children at the primary school. Sonya is still working at the pharmacy, and Viktoria is working in Ukraine with a Moroi family," Dimitri said after taking a sip.

"And your Mama?"

Dimitri smiled again. "She's good. She happy. Babushka is good as well, terrifying as always. In fact, she was very angry with me when I came home," Dimitri said with a slight chuckle.

"Why?" I asked.

Dimitri's eyes pinked and he shook his head. "Because of you."

"Me?"

"Because you weren't with me. She said I was a coward and a child. I didn't exactly what to hear it, but Babushka doesn't hold anything back."

I snorted. "No, she doesn't. Did she tell you that she made me carry bricks to Oksana's house the morning after your funeral?"

Dimitri laughed and nodded, his smile reaching his eyes. I took selfish pleasure to see the smile in his eyes.

"Yes. From what I heard, you were quite hungover."

I moaned into my mug. "So hungover. I haven't touched vodka since," I groaned, "It was Viktoria's fault! She said something about shots being customary."

Dimitri grinned and leaned back in the booth and rested his arm on the back of it. "It is but you're a lightweight."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up."

Dimitri hummed and tapped his fingers on the booth again, a nervous habit I forgot he had. I used the moment of silence to really look at him. He looked the same as always, hair a little shorter, a few lines near the corner of his eyes. I knew that he gained more moljina marks, but didn't know how many.

"Have you healed since being restored?" I asked quietly, the only thing that I really wanted to know about his life. I didn't have a right anymore to information about him, but I did want to know that. It was the only thing I felt I deserved to know.

"I've gotten better. I have come to terms with most of it," Dimitri cleared his throat and knitted his brows together, "I still have nightmares and spend more time in the sun than most, but I'm better. But there are still a lot of things I need to forgive myself for. And some things I can never forgive myself for."

I frowned and pressed my lips together. "You can't forgive yourself? For what?"

Dimitri took a slow breath and licked his lips, lifting his mug to his lips to buy himself time to speak. Or maybe time to build up the courage to speak the words out loud.

"A few things. Like some of the people I killed, I regret it more than others. I had a type of sorts when I hunted. The therapist I had to see said I choose them because of my relationship with my father. Drunks, drug addicts, and men who publicly harassed women. I thought I choose them because I liked putting fear into them, but maybe I was just dealing with my anger towards my father in a way I wanted to, but couldn't."

I sighed and shook my head. "And why can't you forgive yourself for that?"

"I can. But it's the ones who weren't like that that I can't forgive myself for," he said quietly. I sat forward in the booth and folded my arms on the table.

"What happened?"

Dimitri mimicked my position and sighed. "There was a kid once. It was more out of blood lust, uncontrollable hunger. He couldn't have been more than five years old, " Dimitri whispered.

I closed my eyes and took a moment to process before speaking. "Was it quick?"

"So quick that I didn't notice it until after I was restored."

I shifted and looked at him levelly. "But he didn't suffer. Yes, what happened was terrible, but what if he was going home to something even worse? You hunted in a bad area; he must have been part of the bad area. You can't hold onto that. You were a victim too. You were always the victim," I said lowly, not wanting to be overheard, but he needed to know it.

"He never got a chance to live his life," Dimitri said sadly.

"Yes, and it's heartbreaking, but you didn't do that. It was a monster. A puppet. You did not do that."

Dimitri sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "It's not the only thing I can't forgive myself for."

"What else?" I asked.

"You."

"Me?" I asked, "What about me?"

"What I did to you," he whispered. I sighed and boldly reached out, resting my hand on his clenched fist. He flinched a little but didn't pull away, eyes meeting mine.

"I forgave you the minute you were restored," I said, "I knew that you would never have done that to me, or treated me like that."

"I wasn't talking about when I was Strigoi. I did terrible things to you in that room, but what I did afterwards was worse. I broke you, and I did it intentionally. That is what I can't forgive myself for. I hurt you when I was hurting. You were only trying to be there for me and help me, and I hurt you because I was scared that I was going to hurt you like that again."

I opened my mouth to tell him that he didn't need to feel guilt like that over me but the waiter set the plates down on the table, setting down two empty smaller plates too. The waiter left us and I looked down at the food, my stomach rumbling angrily.

"I figured it would be easier to share?" I said gesturing to the plates. Dimitri nodded and took one of the smaller plates. I loaded some food onto my plate and asked for a cola when our waiter passed by again.

"You know that I forgive you for that too, right?"

Dimitri glanced at me as he loaded food onto his plate. "How?"

"How can I forgive you?"

Dimitri nodded. I popped a pierogi in my mouth and did everything not to spit it out when it burned my tongue. I took a sip of my drink when the waiter set the cold glass on the table and sighed in relief.

"Don't let the steam fool you," Dimitri said and I rolled my eyes at him.

"I can forgive you because I was being a bigger detriment than a help. I didn't give you the room you needed because I was so consumed with the idea you were back. I never mourned you, I just went into work mode. I was so infatuated that I couldn't see that you were bleeding. I can forgive you for what you did because you were trying to protect yourself. You were trying to heal and you didn't know how. You were overwhelmed and I didn't make matters any better. That is why I can forgive you," I explained, making sure that my eyes held his firmly.

"I forgive you because deep down, the only thing that I care about at the end of the day, is that you're alive. And if being alive and not being in my life is what is best, than I have to be okay with that. Because if it were the other way around, I know that the man I fell in love with would have done the same, no matter how much it hurt. I know that once upon a time, you loved me that much."

Dimitri swallowed and nodded slowly, his eyes dark and bottomless but I could see a weight coming off his shoulders as I spoke.

"You've forgiven me?" Dimitri asked.

I nodded. "I have, so I don't want you to blame yourself anymore. Because if I can forgive you, and God can forgive you, then you shouldn't hold onto it anymore," I insisted.

"Thank you," Dimitri whispered. I gave him a small smile and started eating again, doing a small little happy dance as I ate. It was the best thing I had eaten all day, or really all year. Dimitri tried to hide his laugh but failed, making me glare at him.

"Don't mock me. I'm in my happy place," I said with my mouth full. Dimitri shook his head and drank the last of his hot chocolate. We kept the conversation on lighter topics as we ate, mostly because we were both hungry and couldn't stop eating long enough to hold a real conversation. Once we finished we paid the bill and left, the sun high in the sky but hidden behind the thick clouds.

"I wanted to ask you about something you said at the hospital," Dimitri said as we walked. I nodded and looked up at him. I didn't remember much from that night. It was foggy.

"Okay?"

"You said that you didn't plan on coming back from the mission. That you didn't have much to fight for anymore," he said thickly, looking at me. I furrowed my brows and remembered the conversation.

"Oh. That," I said dryly, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Yes. You said that you didn't want to come back. Do you still feel that way?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Why do you feel like you don't have anything to fight for?"

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "I don't really have anyone anymore. I don't have friends, and I don't have anything other than being a Guardian. A Guardian that nobody wants, and to be honest, it kind of sucks. And I've just gotten to the point where it seems like all of this is for nothing. I've lost more than I've gained," I explained.

"But that doesn't mean that you don't have people who care for you," Dimitri said pulling me gently to a stop.

"Like who? My parents, who I rarely see?"

"Like me," he said dejectedly.

I sighed. "You don't have to say that Dimitri. We've been strangers in each other's lives."

"It doesn't mean that it's not true. I do care, even if we have been strangers in our lives. That never changed," he said firmly. I sighed and smiled at him meekly.

"Same here," I said quietly and started walking again. Dimitri followed me and stepped in front of me.

"Even after all this time, I'm still here if you need me. I know that I hurt you, but I'd rather you come to me than want to go on a mission simply as a death wish."

I looked up at him and shrugged, my arms coming up with the movement. "How am I supposed to know that, Dimitri?"

Dimitri started to talk again but I stopped him. "I don't think you realize the damage that you caused that day. Your words showed me my biggest fears. That I wasn't enough for anyone. Because if I wasn't enough for you, the person who took nothing in this world, then who would I be enough for? Yes, I've forgiven you for what you did, but it doesn't mean that I'm not damaged."

"You were the only person who understood my abandonment issues. I can't just trust again so easily. IF you want me to come to you when I'm in my worst, I need you to prove to me that you aren't going to bolt again Because if you do, I don't think I'll survive it this time."

Dimitri's look of anguish was almost too much to look at. I furrowed my brows as he stepped closer, his cold hands cupping my cheeks. The gesture was so foreign for us now and I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"What do you want me to do to prove it to you?" Dimitri whispered. I licked my lips and let out a trembling breath.

"I don't know," I breathed, "Just don't hurt me again."

Dimitri nodded and boldly pulled me into a hug. I buried my face against his chest and watched my breath puff out in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tightly. Dimitri didn't pull away, arms around my shoulders and his cheek resting on my hair.

"I won't," he whispered, "I promise."

I jolted awake and blinked, taking a slow breath. There was a quiet beeping that filled the silence of the room. I swallowed and grimaced at the dryness in my mouth, an odd taste in the back of it.

"Hey, you."

I blinked and looked to my left, watching Dimitri stand from the chair beside my bed and sit on the edge of it.

"Hi," I said groggily.

Dimitri smiled at me and ducked his head down, pressing his lips against mine in a chaste kiss.

"You both did great," he said softly as he rubbed his hand on my thigh. I furrowed my brows and looked down at his hands noticing that I was in a hospital bed. There was something more important I noticed too.

"I just had the strangest dream," I murmured. Dimitri chuckled and smoothed the blanket over my legs.

"You always have strange dreams. Anesthetic just makes them worse."

I chuckled and winced. I ran my hand over the blanket and frowned at how scratchy the blankets were. I hated hospitals, and I hated their blankets even more.

"We weren't together," I said sadly, eyeing the rockstar engagement ring and my wedding band dangling from the chain that hung around Dimitri's neck. Dimitri hummed and maneuvered so that he could lay on his side beside me, hand resting on top of mine. I shifted awkwardly so I was half laying on my left side.

"Oh?"

I nodded. "Tatiana was never murdered, we never got back together. We didn't even speak to each other until I went on a suicide mission."

Dimitri hummed and kissed my hair. "it was just a dream," he whispered reassuringly. I sighed and nodded my head, my hand coming out from under his and I danced my fingers over the back of his hand.

"has the doctor been by yet?"

"Once. He was going come back around three," Dimitri explained. I searched for the clock and found that it was almost three. I could hear voices and thumping outside the room before the door opened, a young human male doctor coming in.

"How are you feeling Mrs. Belikova?" he asked cheerfully.

"I'll be better when you tell me everything went fine," I chuckled. The doctor laughed and pulled an ultrasound machine closer to the bed, setting it up before lifting my gown. I stared at the three little band-aids on my stomach and frowned.

"You might feel a little pressure because of the incision," the doctor explained. It took me a moment to remember that it was Dr. Porter. I nodded and cleared my throat.

"Can we hear too?"

Dr. Porter nodded. "Heartrate may be faster than you're excepting, but it's normal after surgery."

I nodded and enjoyed the cold gel on my stomach. Dr. Porter moved the wand around and turned the screen towards us. I looked up and smiled, reaching up and tracing the shape on the monitor.

"Did I or did I not promise that your little 'chocolate glazed' would be perfectly fine," Dr. Porter laughed.

I nodded. "No more bands?"

"No more amniotic bands. The likely hood if them coming back or occurring again in future pregnancies is low, but I still want to see you in six weeks for a follow-up."

I sighed in relief and swallowed. I wasn't able to get as many prenatal scans as I had hoped, and when I went in for an ultrasound around twenty weeks, our Moroi found that our baby had amniotic bands wrapped around their limbs.

Amniotic bands were unheard of for Dhampir pregnancies, but we knew nothing about a Dhampir/Dhampir pregnancy. Our doctor referred us to a human doctor in Philadelphia.

"Dr. Porter, why is it that I always have the weirdest dreams on anesthetic? When I was shot a few years ago, I had dreams about rainbow-coloured giraffes and walking cheese strings."

Dr. Porter laughed. "Prop dreams. It's a side effect of the anesthetic. I remember once I had someone report dreams about driving on the moon," he explained, "I wouldn't worry about it too much."

I nodded and rested my hands on my stomach and rubbed it gently. "Good to know."

Dr. Porter wrote a few notes in my chart before leaving, saying that he would have someone bring me some food soon. I wiggled my toes under the blanket and looked at Dimitri.

"Did I seriously call the baby 'chocolate glaze'?"

Dimitri snorted. "You woke up briefly in recovery. You asked if the baby was okay, but called it a chocolate glaze. Everyone found it very entertaining."

I shook my head and chuckled. "We need to come up with a better name. I hate calling the baby 'it'. And people look at me funny is I call the baby 'them'."

Dimitri moved his chair closer to the bed and stroked my head. "We'll think of something, Roza."

Just a little idea that popped into my head while I was doing research for my surgery in November.

I'd like to point out that when I had surgery last year, I really did dream about walking cheese strings. It was a little terrifying lol.