Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ.

Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇ.

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

"I want a boyfriend. I'm bored."

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

/ My muse for this account has run away :(

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

/ Sorry guys, I'll be back in a few days.

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- almost desperate.

"Plus it's like, five in the morning."

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

"No, please stay." She mumbles, squeezing his fingers tighter.

"I don't want you to go. I hate hospitals." She sounds -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

"Nothing hit you? You're not hurt?"

Those innocent eyes gaze right back up at him, giving him a tired, warm smile.

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

Her thumb rubs along the back of his hand comfortingly, her brows furrowing a little.

"But hey, you're okay, right?"

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

"I'm fine." Her voice is scratchy, and she lifts her free hand to wipe away the dampness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry I woke you"

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- her eyes squeeze shut and she whimpers just a little bit.

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- causing her to yelp with pain, making her jump up a little and making her hurt again. Slumping back into the pillow, -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

Both of them sleep late into the night, and she is the first one to wake up. In her drowsy state she tries to roll over, -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

"Everything is woozy."

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- question him whilst Ana is being helped. One of the officers folds his arms, looking down at Ruslan.

"What happened?"

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- the hospital staff has called the police officers for a gunshot wound, as is protocol. They take Ruslan outside to -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- on keeping him by her side, without having any thoughts of letting him go. Whilst the doctors work on her, one of -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

Even when the doctors tell Raslan to leave, Anastasiya won't let go off his hand. The Russian girl is intent -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- I-... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is my fault, I'm sorry." Her voice is strained, and crying takes over her words.

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- become erratic. A few minutes later, she opens her eyes and she looks up at him, pain furrowing her brows.

"Ruslan? I -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

Her head rests just on his thigh, her eyes squeezed shut as the driver speeds the car into movement. Her breathing has -

[Aɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪʏᴀ. @PerceptiveThief]

@Rxlxntlexx

- sobs, completely unaware of Yakov standing above them. Everything is blurry and there's a deafening ringing in her ears.