*Vic*

"What did you check?" One paramedic asks to another, his voice hazy in my head.

"Her wrist, no pulse."

"Check her neck, we have to be sure."

What I thought should be an agonizing wait to see whether she is alive or not is really just a dragged out, pointless endurance for me because I know she is dead. I know she is gone forever and that the paramedics aren't going to find a pulse in her neck.

"I don't think..." I zone out, not wanting to hear another damn word leave his lips.

I am completely numb, completely dead inside. I can't even bring myself to cry, my eyes seem to be glued shut, unable to release anything that resembles tears. It isn't a sharp pain shoots through my chest that I realize I haven't been breathing.

I have lost the love of my life, the only person that I have ever relied on, that has ever relied on me. The dependence on each other was so strong, we needed each other. And now that bond is broken, she is gone. Forever.

I feel a firm pressure on my shoulders, a crack in my neck, but I can't bring myself to open my eyes. In fact, I never want to open my eyes again if I'm not going to see Rose.

The pressure in my shoulders becomes stronger and a vigorous shaking forces the lids of my eyes to open. Directly in front of me, I see one of the paramedics mouthing something at me, but my ears have stopped working and I can't hear a thing.

The man waves his hand in front of my face, but I can only stare blankly at him and make a futile attempt to listen to the words he is seemingly shouting at me.

He reaches into his bag and says something to the paramedic beside him. The other one nods and the one in front of me opens my mouth manually, my numbness not letting it own by itself but also not stopping him from widening my jaw.

He squirts some water into my mouth from the flask he just pulled from his bag and closes my mouth for me, tilting my head back. I can feel the liquid slide down my throat, and this is the first thing I have felt for a while.

The icy coldness grips my chest and throat and I choke up the water, a rush of life and color finally returning to my body. My attention is gripped by the paramedic once more, mouthing words in front of my face, but this time I can just about make out what he is saying through my loud and ragged breaths.

"...I said, sir, can you hear me?" He shouts and I blink repeatedly, calming myself down and leaning forward, pain crippling my body.

The paramedic lifts me up into a straight position and I groan in pain, nodding when he repeats his last sentence.

"I'm sorry, sir. I know that this must be painful for you, but you went into mild shock. I had to make you snap out of it before it got any worse."

I nod, understanding his words and his position, and he nods in return.

I cough up some more water and double over once again, trying to stop this excruciating cramp that is like lightning through my stomach.

"Sir, I am very sorry but you are going to have to sit up straight for me. We have news."

I force myself to sit back up again, realizing that the pain is slowly calming and residing somewhere else within me. I take deep breaths and the paramedic nods at me, indicating that I am doing the correct thing in order to calm my pain.

"Sir, I have to ask you, was the young woman here of any relation to you?"

Another flash of pain shoots through me, but this time it isn't any physical pain, just emotional. I nod my head. "Girlfriend. She was my girlfriend."

The medic nods and smiles at me. "Then you will be very happy to know that she is alive."

My breathing stops and I shake my head. "No... No, she can't be... You checked her pulse, I checked her pulse, she wasn't breathing, there was nothing..."

"Her pulse was very faint in her wrist sir, we had to check her neck numerous times to make sure, and the pulse was there." I let a tear escape from my eye, the numbness starting to leave. This can't be real, I have her back... "We have some bad news too, I'm afraid. The reason her pulse was so faint was because she put herself into a stress-induced coma."

My stomach drops and I croak out whatever words I can through the tears in my thickened throat. "Could she still die?"

"It is possible. But we have got her in a stable condition. She is alive and breathing right now, but we have had to hook her up to a lot of machines back outside in the ambulance. We are happy to let you ride with us to the hospital, seeing as you are the only relation she has here."

I feel sick and I think of Charlie, my mouth open and ready to ask him whether he wants to jump into the ambulance instead. But then I remember where he is gone and I silence myself.

(FLASHBACK)

"I'll answer it." Charlie says abruptly when a knock sounds against the door. His face drains completely of color until he is left with a ghostly pallor and a sick look on his face.

I nod and he gulps, about to open the door when he stops and looks at me fully in the face. "Vic?" I look up at him. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

I smile weakly at him, about to say something back to him, annoyed at myself for not being able to say a damn word. But he seems to understand and he nods, opening the door after taking a deep breath and heading up the stairs to open the front door to the ambulance and the police.
"We are here to investigate the death of Rose-"

"It's okay." Charlie cuts the policeman off. "You don't have to say any more. I did it, I killed her."
There is a silence and I hope to feel something, a sign of remorse but there is nothing. Just nothing.

And then I hear his arrest. I try and block the sound out from my ears but it makes no difference either way - I still feel no remorse. After all, Rose is still dead, and it is because he put us in here.

I feel the little piece of sympathy I felt toward him earlier leave me, leaving me with a numb mind of blackness.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

"Uh, sir? We have to go now." The medic says to me, holding out his arm for me to grab on to so I can pull myself up.

I wrap my hand around his arm and he tenses as I pull myself up, the movement swift and sending me into a whirlpool of dizziness, this being the first time I have stood up properly for a while.

I press my hand against the wall to stop myself from falling over, and the medic grabs me and helps me out of the house and into the ambulance.

I see Rose laying there, tubes and needles coming out of her mouth, nose and arms. The sight of her frail body brings tears to my eyes once again and I silently pray that she makes it through this.

I take a seat next to the stretcher she is lay upon and I take her hand in mine, shivering at her cold, lifeless touch.

"Please make it through. Please, please, please..." I whisper to her, although I know she can't hear me.

How I wish she could hear me...

Notes

Sorry i haven't updated this for a long time and my other story as well, its exam season so its getting really hectic for me and i dont have much time for writing right now when i have so much school work to do. I will try my hardest to update both stories as much as possible but I'm not promising that they will be regular, I'm sorry. Hope you liked this chapter anyway. ROSE IS ALIVE!!!! but she could still die... I have plans and I'm not sure whether you will like them but... I am cruel with my stories ;) comment your opinions, i wanna know what you think! <3.