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Disclamer: I do not own Vampire Academy or any of it's characters, but this is my writing and my work, and should not be used without my permission. Thank you!
-RMNicki-
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Chapter One:
I screamed as a pain, worse than any pain I had ever felt before tore it's way through my body. I heard voices and words of encouragement on the outside of what felt like my own dreamy, agony filled realm. I obeyed the orders given to me, only barely staying conscious in the act. I felt a surprisingly tight, familiar hold on my right hand.
Lissa.
My breathing was coming fast, my throat hurt, and I felt exhausted. But I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. I wouldn't.
"The baby's in distress." I managed to hear.
What?!
No!
I felt an oxygen mask pressed over my mouth and nose, and I tried to pull it away.
"Rose, don't! You need it, you need to relax." I heard Lissa. I met her eyes, and she nodded. Tears filled my eyes and spilled over, what if he wasn't alright? What if my little Andrew wasn't alright?
"I can see the head! Push, Rose, you're almost there!"
I let out a pain-filled cry, but refused to give up. I would work till the death of me to save the little bundle of joy that had been living inside of me for the past 8 months, 3 weeks and 2 days.
It was then, that the most amazing sound in the world filled my ears…
My baby's crying.
I knew now, that everything was going to be alright. I closed my eyes, and let out a small sob, and Lissa's grip on my hand squeezed gently. I opened my eyes, just barely and saw through blurry vision, dark figures walking into the room...I knew it was all a dream, but my heart shattered into a million pieces as the figures took my baby…And no matter how much I cried and begged…they walked out. My baby in hand. Separating us.
OoOo

I screamed and sat straight up in bed. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my body was clammy with sweat. I lay back and curled into the familiar fetal position and let the sobs take me until I'd cried myself out and no more tears came.

I lay there for what felt like hours, staring at my alarm clock, each minute seeming like an eternity. Not long after lying on my back, I began to cough. A wet cough that left my chest and throat hurting, and I sighed, knowing that I was getting sick again. Not sleeping well, left me more susceptible to disease…like right now.

After a while of being miserable, at about 7pm moroi time, I simply decided that I couldn't take another minute of just lying there. I stood, and got ready; putting my workout clothes on, and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I looked in the mirror, before applying the eye drops that I knew would do pretty close to nothing to hide the redness, and tell tale crescents under my eyes. But, it was routine, and I followed it every morning. Some people would consider me O.C.D. But me? I just considered it natural, a way to distract from the nagging depression. I knew I was an hour and half early to the training session with Dimitri. But, running always seemed to work when it came to clearing my thoughts. I walked out the door and towards the track, avoiding the guardians that were on patrol, having memorized their schedules.
I had nothing better to do.
I knew I had lost weight, but I didn't care. Not right now. I had something else on my mind.
A little baby with bright blue eyes, and my dark hair.
Andrew.
My little Andrew.
I would never forget the few short months I had had with my precious baby boy. It had only been three months that I'd been able to spend with him. About a week before Lissa and I had been found, I'd left Andrew in the hands of a family that I trusted, whole-heartedly. I'd told them that Lissa and I were going on vacation for a week…because I knew the guardians were getting closer, and I couldn't risk him getting caught in the cross fire. I knew now though that there was a very good chance that Andrew had been put in the system.

Emotional pain seared my heart, at the thought, and I forced the offending memories out of my mind, right as my feet hit the familiar ground of the track, and I began to run. And run hard.
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Dimitri.

I couldn't get Rose's solemnness the other day out of my mind. Her obvious pain. I had been careful with her during training, afraid that it was physical. I flashed back to the session as I had repeatedly over the past couple days, hoping to find something, anything that would resemble a clue as to why she was breaking down right in front of me.

OoOo

I walked into the gym, only to see Rose already there. She was practicing on one of the punching bags.
At first, I just leaned against the wall and watched. She wasn't bad. In fact she was good at what she was doing. I simply studied her for a few minutes, as I had a couple times since her return to the academy and knew that when she practiced with me, she was holding back. She hadn't necessarily lied to us when she hadn't mentioned that she'd been training while she was away. But she'd worked hard to hide it. Her fighting with the bag, became rigorous, and finally she dropped to her knees and began to cry. It hurt me to see her in so much pain, so I pretended to make an appearance in that moment, and moved quickly to her side.
"Roza?" I asked, and she jumped and scooted away from me. I kneeled down in front of her, and her eyes read recognition after a few moments of fear, and she wiped her face of any emotion and began to stand. I reached out and caught her arm, pinning her where she was.

"What's wrong?"
She seemed to search my face, and uncertainty crossed hers,
"What are you hiding? What happened to you out there? You can tell me." I said softly.
She shook her head, turning her face away from me,
"No. I can't." She replied, and shook my hand off, standing, only to walk past me.
For some reason, her expression stuck with me, and I hadn't failed to notice the circles under her eyes, and the redness that told me she wasn't sleeping again.

I gave up on the subject, for now, knowing that I wasn't going to be getting anything else out of her, and began the session.

OoOo

I crawled out of bed, having always been an early riser and got ready, wandering outside. I met other guardians and exchanged simple pleasantries, and decided to walk towards the track. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but a part of me told me to walk there. And, as a guardian, I followed instinct.

Once there, I spotted a running figure, and saw that it was Rose running on the track, pushing herself to extremes once again.
I knew that it was her presence that had drawn me there. I couldn't put a name to the feelings I had about her. But, it wasn't like the other novices. She was special, and I knew for some unexplainable reason that something had happened to her while she was on the run with Vasilisa, but I couldn't put my finger on what. But whatever it was, she was a magnificent actor when it came to hiding it.

I stayed hidden and watched her as she forced herself to keep running. She was working hard, and I could see how exhausted her body was. I searched the edge of the entrance of the track and saw that she had no water. I frowned knowing how unhealthy it was for her to be pushing herself so hard and have nothing to hydrate herself with. I began to walk down to the track and stop her to rest, when about 40 feet from the entrance, she stopped…and collapsed.

"дерьмо!" (Shit.) I cursed in Russian and ran towards her.
I fell to my knees, beside her. Her eyes were closed, and I put my hand to her throat. Her pulse was irregular, her breathing uneven.
I put my hand on her arm and shook her slightly,
"Roza. Roza, come on wake up!"
She moaned in her reverie, and I could have sworn I heard the name,
Andrew.
I wasn't able to ponder it long as a sharp breath pierced the silence and her eyes opened slowly.
Her vision was unfocused and confused at first, then she turned to the side, and coughed, a croupy cough, and when she looked back towards me, there was blood on her lips.
"Son of a bitch." I growled and slipped my arms beneath her.
"No!" She murmured in protest, squirming in my arms, the effort causing her to cough once more, and more blood surfaced in her mouth.
"Turn your head to the side." I ordered, leaving no room for arguments.
Once she'd ridded what she could of the blood in her mouth she went back to struggling weakly.
"Rosemarie Nicole Hathaway, stop. Or I swear to God, I'll have you sedated when we get to the clinic."
She stilled and instead, relaxed in my arms, her face in my chest, and I felt her body shaking, until she coughed again.

Guardian Alto caught sight of us and ran to my side. "What's happened?"
"Run to the clinic, make sure Dr. Olendzski is ready." I said, as he caught sight of the blood seeping out of Rose's lips, the dark circles under her eyes., and the clear paleness of her skin. She choked once more, and he nodded, and took off in the direction of the clinic. I walked quickly, but carefully towards the building, not wanting to shake Roza too much; in fear of causing more blood to soak into her lungs.
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Rose.

I felt movement beneath me, and my consciousness slipped in and out of focus as I felt myself being carried. I easily recognized the familiar after shave that let me know that it was Dimitri's arms around me. Normally, it would have been welcome, but this time I wanted free. I couldn't do this. But, all my strength was gone, and darkness lined the edges of my vision.
I tasted copper in my mouth, and knew that it was blood, but I didn't care. That wasn't what was on my mind.
What was on my mind was how I was going to get myself out of this predicament in time to follow through on my plan. Bright lights surrounded my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I was lay on a padded surface.
"How long has she been unresponsive?" I heard.
Unresponsive? I'm not unresponsive. I thought, and tried to open my eyes…but I couldn't. I tried harder, but all it did was cut off my breathing supply, and I began to choke once more. I was turned on my side, as I coughed up more of what I figured was blood.
I panicked as I struggled to open my eyes, and control my body, but nothing I tried to do fucking worked!
"Rose. Relax, you're okay in our hands. I'm going to help you." I heard Dr. Olendzski.
"Can she hear you?" I heard Dimitri.
"Yes, but not for long. I'm going to take her pain away."

What?
I felt a sting in my arm, and suddenly things began to turn even darker, and the last thing I felt was my lips part against my will, and a foreign object inserted into my mouth.
Then I was gone.

Dimitri.
I sat in the waiting room, waiting on word of how Rose was doing. Guardian Petrov walked in a few minutes later, and I stood.
She nodded to me, "What happened to her?"
"I found her on the track at about 7:35."
Alberta's eyes widened in shock, and I continued,
"She was working herself harder than she should have been. She didn't have water or anything to hydrate with, and when I went down to stop her, before I could reach her; she collapsed. Her pulse was irregular, and when I began carrying her here, she started to choke, and the next thing I knew she was coughing up blood. I haven't heard anything about her condition since I brought her in."
Alberta ran her hand over her face and sighed,
"I have to go teach a class but, if you hear anything…please, let me know."
I nodded, and she walked out.
I sat back down, my face in my hands. Should I have stopped Roza sooner?
I didn't have time to work it out, because in that moment, I heard the doctor's soft voice say my name.
"Guardian Belikov…?" She asked, I stood, and walked to her and she gave me a small smile.
"How is she?" I asked.
She sighed, "She worked her body into absolute exhaustion, she hasn't been sleeping, which made her more susceptible to disease. She has bronchitis, which can be treated. But, I did a full physical, and…" The doctor seemed confused and nervous.
"What is it?" I asked, worriedly.
"She had a deep cut on her hip that looked like it had been reopened more than once. But, that wasn't what worried me the most…Her body shows the after effects of parturition."
"Parturition…" I repeated shocked.
Dr. Olendzski nodded,
"Sometime while she was on the run with Vasilisa, she was pregnant and had a baby."
I tried to get ahold of the information,
Roza had had a baby.
I nodded, urging the doctor to continue, knowing that she was hiding something.
She sighed once more, "While doing the examination, I discovered that she might have Vaginismus."
I was confused at first and she continued to explain the meaning,

"Vaginismus is painful spasmodic contractions of the vagina in response to physical
contact or pressure. Especially during sexual intercourse. I think Rosemarie did indeed have a baby. But… I don't think her conception was willing."
My head snapped up at that proclamation,
"You think she was-"
"Raped." Dr. Olendzski finished for me, "Severely."
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-RMNicki-