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This is all my fault. All of it. I am the reason she had to go through all that. Cannot even begin to imagine the pan she must have felt.
I looked up to the doctor and asked quietly, "How bad is she?"
The doctor looked back at me sympathetically and sighed. "You really don't want to know, Guardian Belikov."
"The hell I don't!"
"Well, then. If you must."
He opened a file and started searching for something, scrolling quickly through the many pages. Why was it taking so long? Did she really have that many injuries? I wanted to know each and every injury that she had undergone and feel the pain that had been inflicted on her. If, and only if I hadn't lied to her, everything would have been different, everything would have been better. Hell, anything would be better than this.
The doctor finally looked up, his face grave. She could not be that bad, could she?
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
"She has a heavy concussion. Her cheekbones are cracked, so is her jaw, a dislocated shoulder, three broken fingers, he right arm's bones are shattered, her lungs have been severely affected, her spinal cord has suffered minor injuries, her left leg is broken, so is her pelvis and her ankles, not counting the cuts and bruises all over her body. And she is under a coma where she might remain for quite a while. Personally, I think it's a miracle that she has survived this long. She should have di-"
"NO! She. Will. Not. Die."
"I can't make any promises Guardian Belikov."
I nodded to the doctor and went to Roza's bed again. Now that I knew of her injuries in detail, she looked even more horrific than before. Don't get me wrong, she is still the most beautiful creature to walk this earth, an angel, to be more precise. But the stereotypical image of an angel is far from describing Rose. She can more accurately be described as the angel of death. Fierce, protective, instinctive and brave, come to deliver the justice of heaven.
My blood started to boil. Yes, it was my mistake, but indirectly. First and foremost, Inna was the one who was responsible for this situation. She was responsible for the condition Rose was in. She had hurt her, and I would tear her to pieces for it. I would rip her apart and torture her till she begged for mercy. She hurt Rose. And nobody hurts her without paying the consequences.
But I would have to worry about that later. For now, Rose was the one I was concerned about. And only her improvement would be news for me. I would sit by her when she would wake up. Yes, she would wake up, I believed that strongly. If it were not for that belief, I would have been going berserk by now. Not that I was less agitated right now.
"Я отомщу за тебя Роза, это обещание." I will avenge you Roza, it's a promise.
I whispered softly in her ear, hoping to get a reaction; I knew I had been the key to keep her from dying. It couldn't have been a coincidence that she had come back after my words. So I knew she could hear me, and I was going to make sure she knew I loved her. This was the only redemption I could have after those harsh words in the church.
I don't know how long I stayed there with her, my back going stiff in the uncomfortable chairs. Not that it mattered. All that mattered was Rose, and my love for her. Hopefully, she would forgive me for all the mistakes I made.
Those four words were the biggest mistake of my life. I would regret them for as long as I shall live. Even if Rose did forgive me, I would never be able to forgive myself. Never.
I felt a hand on my shoulder to find myself looking into Abe Mazur's concerned and grief-stricken eyes. Abe was Rose's mobster dad, half the reason why she had such a dangerous personality. I immediately stood up, and, as much as it pained me, walked out of the room, leaving Rose. I had to give the two of them some space. Or rather, one of them, since Rose was being as responsive as a statue. Maybe her father could bring her out of coma. They loved each other dearly, after all. But I knew that it was just wishful thinking. I knew for a fact that I was the one who triggered Rose's strongest emotions, and if I couldn't bring her back, nobody else stood that much of a chance. Rose would come by when she would be ready. And I was already going crazy without her presence.
I decided to take a walk and zoned out, only realizing that my feet were taking me towards the gym when I was standing at the entrance. I entered, and started punching the punching bag with all my might, taking out all my emotions on the poor thing. I finished, only realizing that I hadn't worn my gloves. I swore, and looked at my beaten up hands. Goodness, Rose was really rubbing off on me. I took a quick shower, the hot after doing absolutely nothing to calm my frenzied muscles, and then went to the hospital again. But when I reached I saw that Abe was still with Rose, and, not wanting to interrupt the father- daughter moment, with great self- restraint, I walked back to my room.
I collapsed into my bed, and fell asleep instantly, without even cleaning up my hands. Well, if Rose could bear that much pain and still survive, then I sure as hell could deal with a little stinging.
With this as my last conscious thought, I fell into a deep slumber that I hoped wouldn't be interrupted anytime soon.
The chapter is a little short, but how do you people like it? should I do an Abe POV or something or would you prefer Dimitri? Let me know. And don't forget to review!