One staked, one to go. The blonde strigoi stood in front of me with Dimitri sagging in his arms. He wasn't dead yet, but he was close to it. The blonde strigoi on the other hand was standing up, back straight and the cockiness in his eyes was looking me over, examining my stance and posture, seeing that I was about to pass out.

He took out a silver razor blade and put it against his skin.

"Rosemarie, all I have to do is kill him now and put my own blood to his lips. You may join us if you want. But since I doubt you will…"

He put his lips to Dimitri's neck and all I could do was follow my instinct. I leaped forward and landed a kick on the blonde's chest. He dropped Dimitri and stumbled backwards. I took that as my chance. I lunged at him but before the blade could make contact with his skin, he backhanded me and sent me flying to the wall. I heard a sharp crack as my head collided with the stone. Black spots covered my vision and I turned my head. An acid taste crawled up into my mouth and the nausea increased as I vomited repeatedly. I heard Dimitri moan and my heartbeat stuttered.

"Ah, Rosemarie. You should have listened… you should have-"

I never really knew what cut him off at the moment. Before I could comprehend anything, the black spots that danced in front of my eyes found their closure and sent me into a blissful sleep.

~51~

I felt a warm touch on my skin. I knew that touch. Those calloused fingers were the that were so familiar to me, ones that held me… how long ago? Hours? Days or months?

A whisper echoed off the walls in a language that my brain could not comprehend. It was a soft but still deep voice, that hummed as it spoke… like a song. Warmth spread across my body as the voice found my ears.

"Уэйк вверх по мое дорогому подняло. Проспите вверх потому что я тебя люблю, я пропускаю вас. Вы были пойдены поэтому длиной, поэтому проспите… Уэйк вверх."

I wanted to wake up so badly in that moment. I wanted to return the warm touch that was given to me. The voice who I knew as my lover's was soft and beautiful, just as I always knew it to be. But a harsh voice cracked like a whip, leaving me to return to the solidarity of my cold shell.

"Belikov! I told you to stay away from her!"

"Guardian Hathaway, I was just here to…"

"What? Molest my daughter?" The second voice was cold and it hurt me to listen to it mentally harm the first voice.

"I'm sorry to inform you that Rose chose what we did. I did nothing to persuade her but neither did I-"

"I know, god dammit! You've told me the story before!" The second voice sighed and continued. "I'll talk to my daughter when she wakes up. But before that happens, get out and don't come back."

"It's been three weeks-"

Three weeks?

"And she hasn't even twitched a finger. Until that happens, I refuse to leave her side. Get them to fire me, I don't really care. But until she responds, I'm not leaving."

I sighed internally. I was glad that the voice wouldn't be leaving me. It was soothing.

The second, colder voice grunted. The sound of high heels leaving the room made me let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding in. After a long silence, the voice started singing again, a different tune I didn't recognize.

"Возможность. Возможность. Все которое я имел было всем I идя получить. Mmmmmmm. Возможность. Возможность. Все я хотел все с вашим шагом."

~51~

DPOV

I sighed. Rose, laying there, pale and broken, hurt my heart so. Her hand in mine felt like a constant reminder that she was nearly gone.

I realized that I smelled. I would have to go back to my room again soon. I hated leaving for fear that she would wake up and the first thing she saw wasn't my face. It was pathetic, but then again, these last few weeks had been pathetic for me. I'd cried over her still figure more than a couple times and I couldn't stop my hands from touching her face and arms.

I sighed again. My songs for her had been doing nothing. I would sing to her whenever I could find my voice, some made up and some real. My voice would always crack in the middle or I would start crying again, but I didn't think it made a difference to her.

Other than that, I'd spent my time yelling at the other, less pleasurable to be around, Hathaway. Her, Alberta, Kirova and Dr. Olendzki had all had their fair share at screaming at me. But I ignored them and told them all the same thing. "I won't move until she does."

As soon as I thought that, her fingers moved within mine. My eyes widened.

"Rose? Roza?" My voice cracked from lack of use. Her tear stained t-shirt rippled and she moaned.

"Dim…tri…" she moaned. "My head…" Her whining was unbearable.

"It's okay, Roza. It's going to be okay," I said while I stroked her hair.

The bandages that were rapped around her head were bloodstained and dirty. I unwrapped them quickly but carefully and held her head in my hands.

She smiled slightly. That smile right there is what I lived for. I started humming the song I sang constantly while she slept. I checked her IV and heart rate which seemed to be doing fine. The smile quickly left her face when I started handling her head. She cried out constantly but she handled it quite well for someone who had had a concussion, four skull fractures, six broken ribs and a lung puncture.

"Please," she whimpered. "It hurts."

"I know, love. It's going to hurt for a while."

"What about Lissa?" Rose asked.

"She was upset at first and didn't want to heal you. But when she did, the doctor wouldn't let her for fear it would mess up your recovery. She only let her heal your ankle and knee," I explained.

"She was upset?" Rose asked.

I turned my head to the side so I didn't have to look into her eyes. "They found out," I murmured.

"About… us?" She asked.

I nodded. "After you passed out in the cave, Alberta came and took me away. She said you were dead. I, of course, knew better. I ordered somebody to go and get you and bring you back. They asked why. There was no other way I could answer that without giving them the truth."

"It couldn't have been that bad if you're sitting here now," she said.

I shook my head. "They fired me. They wanted to put me in jail too but Alberta said no. They're letting me stay as a guest until you… well, until you woke up."

Her eyes widened. "They…. They can't do that!" She said, her voice raised.

"Yes, they can. And they did. When they find out that you've woken up, they'll make me leave. Oh, and by the way, happy belated birthday," I said, motioning to the table to her left. There was a stack of presents, varying in size.

She tried to sit up but I gently pushed her back down. She didn't fight me.

"Which one do you want first?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I don't want anything. I'd trade it all in for you to stay. All of it. I wouldn't be able to last a day without you."

I shook my head in an amused way, trying to keep the mood light. "I don't know. There is some pretty valuable stuff in there. I'm pretty sure Ivashkov," I spat his name, "gave you a diamond necklace."

"Stop," she said. "Just stop. I'm not joking. Get my mother in here or Alberta or some other bitch who I can complain to," she said harshly.

I pursed my lips. "If I call them, then that will make my time here even shorter. Are you sure?" I asked.

She hesitated. "I guess not. Come here." She scooted over to one side of the hospital bed.

I lifted myself off the chair and onto the bed with her, putting an arm under her waist and the other holding her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to open your presents?" I urged.

She shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

I reached over her and grabbed the smallest box- the one from me. It was clad in black velvet with a silver ribbon on the top. Curiosity filled Rose's face. I licked my lips nervously.

I sat up and took Rose's hand. "I really didn't know if this was a good idea. But I came to a decision right after your mother came in last. I want to prove to everyone that you're mine- and you always will be. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So," I said. She was tearing up by now and I could see that she was trying to lift her head. I opened the velvet box slowly and turned to face her. "Will you marry me?"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD GUYS, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SORRY I AM! But technically, it wasn't really my fault. I was in the hospital for a couple weeks and that's why I never did Blood Promise and It's Not Our Fault. I kind of lost my inspiration when my aunt died soon after that so I stopped writing for a while. But since Thanksgiving is an awesome holiday where I get to see my thirty-two first cousins, eighteen second cousins, nine aunts and six uncles (not including my almost uncle who my aunt will marry soon), they kind of got me thinking again, what would have happened? And here it is. Blissful Sleep. I hope it's not too crappy. I hope you love it. Please review.

Songs listened to while writing:

Possibility: Some artist who's name I can't pronounce for my life.

Hearing Damage: No clue what artist.

P.S. I know, I know, I copied the end of New Moon, but deal with it because it seemed good to end it there.