The accident & the snowstorm (A VA fanfic)

Two

DPOV
God damn it! "Roza! Roza, wake up! Please Roza, please!" My heart hurt more than my body right now. The girl who I was falling for was unconscious, maybe even dead by my hand. I was the one who'd lost control of the vehicle and now my Rose was paying for it. She'd been through a crash like this before and nearly died because of it, and I had let it happen again.

My senses soon came to me when my shirt couldn't staunch her bleeding head any longer. I dialled 911 and waited for the emergency services to come. How on earth was I meant to tell the Academy I'd (nearly?) killed one of their best novices? Petrov would have my head for hurting Rose. Hell! If it was possible I would have my own head for it. How had I let this happen to her? How had I let her be hurt so badly? How had I lost control of the car?

When the ambulance and co arrived I watched in agony with guilt pumping through my veins as they removed Roza carefully. All the while I was numbly answering questions about the accident. Rose was loaded onto a gurney and placed in the ambulance. "I want to ride with her," I said, cutting off the person questioning me and moved towards the dying or maybe even dead girl who had captured my heart against all odds and beyond all logic and reason.
"Sir, she's in a critical condition and will be rushed into surgery," a paramedic told me.
"She's my responsibility, I'm riding with her."
Reluctantly, he let me ride with her. She was covered in cuts, with glass sticking out of most. She had to have broken bones, surely? Still, she seemed as beautiful as ever.

"How could you, Belikov!" Petrov screeched when I informed her of the situation since Rose was now stable. Rose had superficial fractures, which I knew would heal faster than the doctors expected, and some head and organ trauma, but that I was hopeful would heal fast too.
"I don't know, Petrov. It's winter and the roads are dangerous after all. I just don't know how I lost control for a millisecond and the black ice caught me by surprise."
Petrov muttered unintelligibly before informing me a car would be sent as soon as Rose was discharged. From an Alchemist begrudgingly delivering a replacement one, not the Academy sending another.