With An Addition (VA Fanfic)

Under pressure

RPOV
When I opened my eyes I was met with white walls and a sterile smell. Great. The clinic. The last place I wanted to be.

"Sleeping beauty awakes," whispered a honey Russian accent I knew too well. The one that haunted my dreams and conscience.
"Are you flirting?" I groaned.
"Never- don't try to sit up!" he rushed out and gently pushed me back down by my shoulders when I tried to manoeuvre myself into an upright position.
"I'm fine!" Though I really wasn't. I did feel a little fuzzy. But my ankle didn't hurt. Well, it did feel the tiniest bit weak though not nearly as painfully injured as it should be.
"Rose," he gently chastised. "You've got to be a little fuzzy- Dr Olendzki did give you pretty heavy pain killers."
"I figured," I admitted, "my ankle doesn't hurt."
"That's because it wasn't badly injured. Just a scare. A little bruised but that's all."
"That's not possible," I murmured and threw the horrid hospital blanket off to assess the damage. He was right. It was only bruised. But... how? "I heard the crack... it should be shattered..."
"You've got a guardian angel," he smiled. Not just a lip twitch, either, but one of those full smiles that lit up his being and that I lived for and craved some days.
"I don't believe in angels." I believed in god and miracles and a whole heap of religious stuff after surviving the crash and especially after having Jenée, but I still didn't believe in guardian angels.
Dimitri's brow raised sceptically. "Oh really? After the attention I've seen you pay in Church, you still don't believe in angels and miracles?"
"Shut up!" I whined. "I believe in miracles, but not guardian angels."
"Maybe presents will cheer you up?"
"Obvious subject change much? And yes, they would." I hated to admit it, but in some ways I was still just like own child: presents cheered me up and kisses made things better... well, mostly better.
"This one's from Prince Victor." A small box was handed to me.

"Whoa!" I looped the expensive rose necklace over two fingers and lifted it up to examine it in the warm, soothing lighting. "Little extreme for a get-well present, but..." I looked at Dimitri quizzically.
He shook his head and smiled again. His chocolate brown eyes made my heart race. "It's not really a get-well present. He bought it in honour of you doing such a great job on your first day after seeing you and Lissa pining over it."
"I don't think I did that good a job." Guarding Lissa wasn't the easiest, especially with Jenée back here, but I was used to it after so long on the run with her, so it had returned to me as naturally as riding a bike.
If possible, Dimitri's smile widened further and his eyes sparked brighter with amusement, affection... and even that attraction slipped out and pulled me to him in an invisible embrace. How did he always manage to do this to me? "I do."
"You do... do you?"
Dimitri nodded. "I most certainly do... Roza." He handed over a little bag from Macy's. I opened it. Inside was a tiny VS bag, in which contained my lip gloss. My eyebrows quirked.
"How? I saw you all the time?"
"Guardian secrets," he returned mysteriously. "And there's something else in there too..."
I pulled the VS bag out and found a little top under it. I pulled the red sweater out and held it against my chest and 'modelled' it for Dimitri. "It's for Jen, isn't it?" I laughed. It did have 'I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus' printed in green on the front with an image of a Santa's Helper Mommy locking lips with Santa under mistletoe that dangled from the last 'a' on 'Santa'. It was far too cute and I knew my baby would love it to bits.
Dimitri nodded. "Yeah. It is."
I dropped the sweater and jumped off the bed to hug him like I needed him to breathe... and in all reality, I kinda did, and had ever since I first met him a all those years ago. "ThankyouThankyouThankyou!" I happily cried in his ear. "She's going to love it." She's going to love you more because of it, I wanted to add.
"She deserves the world, Roza. Just like her gorgeous mother."
"You're definitely flirting."

He had to be with a comment like the one he'd just made. The only admission of guilt from him was scooping me up and returning me to the very uncomfortable bed. I knew him well enough by now, and he should know I know him that well.