The Love of a Foolish Girl (Hemlock Grove Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Roman's POV:

I find myself trying to find distractions rather than facing guilt, but all I can seem to find myself doing is getting lost in the wonders of her face. She reminds me of what I always saw Shelley to be. She's so beautiful. Her tan skin glows against these fluorescent lights, god an artist would be inspired just by looking at her. I know people generally see that everyone looks hideous in these sort of hospital lights, but she defies the very manner of them. And her short rustled black hair touches just below her chin. Her perfectly slender face perceives of no imperfections, marks, or scars. Why would a person like her ever need to put makeup on in the morning?

She suddenly jolts up, Peter quickly rushes to her side but I'm left unable to move and I can't help myself but to just stare at her. I'm still so confused about the dream Peter and I had about her, yet I was left absolutely frightened that someone else would die because of it and maybe by her hands. I don't know how it would be possible for me to lose anyone else now.

I suddenly realize Peter was talking to me and find her to be woken up, "Do you have something to say Roman?"

I look at her again and see the fear in her eyes and it reminds me of the day I lost Shelly. "I'm sorry." And that's all I can manage to say before I feel a rush of guilt.

"Are you? Because ever since I've arrived all you've been seeming to take interest in -other than my mother's hard work in your Institute- is whether or not I may be something of which I may not appear to physically be." Peter and I both exchange looks wondering whether to or not to tell her about the dream. "Fine, I don't need to know just as long as you keep my mother out of this and you better not lay a finger on her she's the only person I have left," she slurs over her words as if saying them makes her mouth stumble.

She gets out of bed and after the amount of medication I saw Dr. Pryce put into her system, I knew she would barely be able to get a step in. She pushes Peter aside as well as his warnings, "I want to stand," she slurs over her words and looks like she's drunk. I catch her just as she gets close to hitting the floor. But she immediately pushes me away with no thanks. "I think you've been enough help today," she can barely push me without pushing herself back so I quickly swing her off of her feet and slowly lay her down.

"I'll stay here with her to make sure she's safe." I don't want to bring anymore harm to her than I already have.

"Good party of three," I then look to Peter glaring.

"You don't trust me with her?"

"You're seriously asking me that after two different situations in which you scared the shit out of her and were the cause of why she's here."

Then there's that rush of guilt I was trying to hold back, granted I've done much worse. I have done so much worse. But just the way she looked so helpless looked so much like Shelley, and if Shelley were here I know what she would say, what she would do. The way she would look at me for what I've done to Eden.

Eden slowly falls asleep again and I sit beside quietly watching.

I don't want to hurt her. I'm not going to hurt her.

"Dude stop staring at her, it's creepy." Peter says looking up from his magazine.

"Shut up."  

Author's Note: 

Oh my goodness thank you to everyone who has been voting and to those of you who have been commenting on me to write more. I greatly appreciate it thank you so much, I am so glad you guys are enjoying. Yet again, I do sincerely apologize for this being long overdue, school is a lot of work. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, also if you're enjoying please do vote so I know, if you have any comments by all means please do. Thank you so much again for reading this and being so patient for this chapter!