A Little Too Much, A Little Too Deep

Chapter 2

I own nothing, the o.g character and plot belong to Richelle Mead

The sun is hot as it beats down on my skin, but I'm standing here alone. Isn't there supposed to be someone there waiting for you when you die? To help you go to where you're supposed to be?

The water is so blue that it is almost clear. So still that it's like looking through glass and I see sea life moving through the water so gracefully. I wonder why someone like me who has done so many bad things in my life would end up somewhere so serine.

"It's really good to see you, Little Dhampir."

I whirl around to see a pair of emerald greens eyes. Eyes that I know so well.

"Adrian, wh-what are you doing here?" I gasp out.

He stuffs his hands into his khaki shorts and shrugs his shoulders, walking closer to me, kicking the white sand up as he goes.

"I'm here to see you, to tell you that you need to wake up. We need you. Lissa is a mess, Eddie has hauled himself up in his room, only answering the phone to ask if you have woken up. Your mom has been yelling the hospital down demanding to know why you are still asleep. And Dimitri, hell he hasn't left your side for more than 20 minutes at a time. We had to compel him to leave and eat a few days ago."

I'm stunned. Not because people are waiting for me, but because I didn't die.

"I thought I was dead, there was so much blood," I murmur, looking down at my feet, slightly ashamed to know that everyone knew how much of a coward I was.

Adrian wraps his arms around me tightly, tighter than I thought a Morio could possibly manage. I hug him back as the dam breaks and tears start to pour down my face. Large sob shake my body and it feels uplifting being able to let go of all the pain I have been holding onto.

"Dimitri was on his way to talk to you when he found you, Rose. I swear I have never seen a look like that on someone's face when he came rushing into the hospital with you in his arms, covered in your blood. I'm not sure who is worse, him or Lissa." Adrian says, muffled by my hair as he rubs my back trying to comfort me.

I pull back from him and wipe my eyes and look up at him in confusion. Why would he be scared? He told me that he wanted nothing to do with me and that he no longer loved me. Why was he on his way to talk to me?

Adrian starts to fade a little bit, and in that moment I feel a little scared that I won't get my answers.

When I open my eyes, it feels like my eyelids are scraping sand across my eyes and I wince. I blink slowly and I can hear an extremely annoying beeping noise. And then I realize where I am, in a hospital bed. Slowly I come to my senses to feel a large hand holding mine down onto the bed. I look over and see a mop of black hair laid on the bed beside the hand holding mine and I didn't realize I could ever feel as shocked to see the man lying there. My father, Zmey, in a wrinkled suit and one of those ridiculous scarves wrapped around his neck. The dark circles under his eyes are a striking visual compared to the tan skin of his face.

I try to slowly pull my hand out of his grasp without waking him, but he bolts upright looking dazed. When his eyes finally settle on me he lets out a deep breath and smiles at me.

"You gave your old man quite a scare Kiz," he says. His Turkish accent is so thick I can barely understand him, and I tear up raising my hand up to him. He moves quickly to sit on the bed and pull me into his grasp. I push my face hard against his chest and cry quietly, taking a moment to appreciate having my own father hold me while I cry and to be comforted by him. I never realized how safe I felt in the arms of the man who I had only known for a few short months, but I guess that is because we share the same blood.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in Russia working on some shady deal."

"When your mother called, I knew I needed to be here. We were starting to give up on you waking up any time soon," he says while pulling back and cupping my face in his hands and wiping my tear-stained cheeks.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"You lost a lot of blood and slipped into a coma. You've been out for almost two months."

Two months. It only felt like a few minutes. I breathe in a long breath and wince at the roughness in the back of my throat and look around the room. Surprisingly enough there are cards and little knick-knacks all over the room, along with many vases of flowers, mostly roses which I really can't stand. And there on the ledge next to the window is a small vase with white stargazing lilies.

My favourite flower.

I open my mouth to ask my father when I can leave when the door opens and my head snaps towards it.

And there stands Dimitri, staring at me like he had finally seen the sun.