Mistake ♦ Romitri

Chapter 36

A/N IT'S BACK GUYS! I'm glad to have this started again and I've got all the plot written out for the next few chapters. Hope some of you are still here and ready to read!!!

The panic washed over me in floods. The brights lights and the blindingly clean walls. The white tiles and the dripping of an IV. The monotonous beep of a heart monitor was prominent, echoing off the walls. Repeating, over and over.

Despite it all, I couldn't pinpoint where I was. My mind was nothing more than a haze of memories. I felt like a baby again. I had no way of speaking, communicating, no way of asking what was going on or where I was. But, then again, I couldn't remember why I had to ask those questions at all.

'Rose! You're awake!' A perky voice came and with that, my eyes cleared enough to focus in on the bright blue brown irises of what I could only assume was a nurse, whose brown curls framed her face as she leant over me. Her proximity almost sent me reeling but I held back not only for the lack of mobility but for now, she was making a good enough cover against the light.

Nurse. Hospital. I was in hospital. What was happening? Why was I in hospital? I wracked my mind for the answer. My mind answered with a black canvas of nothingness. It was as if the memories had been plucked from my mind in the...how long had it been? For all I knew, it could have been a day, or a month, two years and I wouldn't have known.

When I went to open my mouth to speak, all that came out was a crackling sound- one produced with my own throat. 'Oh, sorry, Rose! I'll get you water straight away.' And with that, the nurse had rushed out of the room and I was left alone again. Left alone with my own thoughts; thoughts that were impossible to comprehend. I tried, again and again, but the memories were a blur. A pain in my shoulder was prominent but that was all, ignorable for the moment. I focused on staying awake for the meantime as my eyes threatened to close and hide my pupils from the frying sun.

I had succeeded in my first small task when the nurse rushed back into the room, this time with a tray, with three of four water bottles on it. 'You'll need a lot of water so I want you to drink all of these by the end of the today.' From the view outside the window, it was still only morning. I nodded, giving in with ease- my lack of energy enough to override my rebellious tendencies.

The nurse left me alone once again, most likely going to check up on the other patients and I returned to my original task and sifted through my mind to try and find the memories I needed. I looked around, looking for a stimulus. Anything, really.

Suddenly, the sun disappeared by a layer of thick black cloud and the room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from a dim light on my bedside table. I wondered, in a sudden state of shock, how I had come to such a nice room. Surely no one I knew could pay for this.

No one I knew.

Then it felt like I had been hit again. Dimitri. Where was Dimitri? The memories flooded back all in one. The last year, the last week, the last day. At least, the ones before I was admitted to wherever I was now. I remembered it all. The good times. The bad times. The pain. The delight. I remembered it all.

I found myself wishing to forget.

I found myself wanting to start again.

Yet I still found myself wishing for Dimitri.

Despite everything, I wished he was by my side. The fact that he wasn't set me on edge. What had happened to him? If he was in hospital too, I didn't think I could take it. He had to be alright, though. He had to be, right?

Dimitri would be alright. He always was.

I would ask the nurse when she returned.

The lights were turned off suddenly and I realised that the sun was beginning to set. It must have been later than I thought. Or maybe, winter was causing the days to become shorter. It was winter, wasn't it? I still didn't know how long I had been asleep. I hoped, only a night.

Then, with sullen eyes, I looked down to my shoulder where the pain was erupting from. I didn't see a wound, only winds of bandage wrapped around at least five times. Then I looked down to my chest, no injury.

The shooter had missed.

I was alive.

And, for all I knew, I was still in danger. My mind buzzed, panicked thoughts swirling around memories, my body still too tired to react.

I wanted to know what happened. I needed to know what happened. This was all too much. I had the urge to fight, to protect myself and... Dimitri. I wanted to protect Dimitri. But, what from? Myself. I was a danger to him, wasn't I? I was a danger to everyone around me.

I was the one being hunted. The one being hunted loses their friends and family before they lose their lives. It's fact, not suggestion. And I was now scared for all of them. For Lissa, Mia, Dimitri, Chris, the rest. And, now, I was scared even for Adrian.

The ones that scared me most didn't scare me at all in comparison to the monster who held his gun in his hands, targeted at my heart. But, he had missed. That must have meant something. Was he merciful? Scared? Nervous? Or maybe, he was simply a bad shooter. All something I could work against.

But that didn't mean I did. After all, I was stuck in a hospital bed. There was nothing I could do. Not now. I was useless. I was always useless. I was always a burden, the fly that would not stop buzzing. I was the one that nobody wanted.

But Dimitri wanted me.

That must have meant something, right?

word count: 1030

published: 27.06.17