This is my second attempt at writing a fanfic. This chapter might start off a bit confusing, but it will come together soon! I do not own any of the characters, just the plot. I will continue this story if I get enough support.

Please let me know what you think!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I was dreaming about microwave tv dinners. The microwave just kept beeping, even after I took out the TV dinner. It was strange. Slowly I realized the beeping was not coming from my dream, but from somewhere in the room I was in. I laid unmoving for a minute longer, afraid to open my eyes. I don't know where I am. Anyone could be in the room with me. Eventually my curiosity won me over. I opened my eyes and looked around.

I was laying on an uncomfortable twin bed that had railings on each side. The walls were a sickly white color, and the windows on the other side of the room were closed off with dark curtains. Since no light was shining through, I assumed it was night time. The only source of light was a soft glow coming from about the sink in the corner. There was a couple of chairs scattered around the rest of the room, and in one chair was a duffel bag. The beeping was coming from a machine next to the bed. a couple of small tubes led away from the machine into an IV that I just noticed in my right arm. My body felt stiff, but I didn't hurt anywhere.

I must be in a hospital, I told myself. But what happened? How long was I out?

I slid myself down on the bed, careful not to yank out my IV, and hung my feet over the side. The cold floor felt amazing against my bare feet. Carefully, I put my body pressure on the soles of my feet. I wasn't sure I would be able to stand or walk, but I felt anxious just laying there. I grabbed onto the beeping machine, thankful that I was on wheels, and slowly stood up. My balance was a little unsteady, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Taking my time, I made it over to the door. I grabbed the handle and attempted to pull the door open. It was difficult at first, but I was determined. I just needed to find someone to help me.

As soon as I got the door opened, I heard a gasp. I made eye contact with a young woman that was dressed in pink scrubs; she came running towards me the moment she seen me. She yelled over her shoulder at someone else.

"Call Dr. Olendzki and tell her Rosemarie is awake. Tell her to get here now." She turned her attention back to me. "Hey there, let's get you back to your bed. You shouldn't be up yet. How long have you been awake?"

I shrugged, not trusting my voice yet. I let her lead me back to the bed. She put the railings down on one side of the bed so that I could get back in bed easier. After laying down, I realized that I was exhausted, and my throat was dry. I made a motion towards my mouth, hoping she would understand. She did.

"I'll get you some water. Just relax, okay? My name is Sydney, and I'm your nurse for tonight." She briskly walked over to the sink and then back to me with a small glass of water. "Sip it slowly. It may be a shock to your system." I nodded and took a small sip.

The cold water felt like heaven against my dry throat. I paced myself and took a sip every minute or so. Sydney just stood there, patiently waiting. After a few minutes, I tried to use my vocal chords.

" Thank you." It came out softer than I intended, but somehow I knew she heard me.

"Dr. Olendzki should be here in a few minutes. I can imagine she will want to ask you some questions and run some tests. Save your voice until then. Do you want some more water?"

I nodded again, handing my empty glass back to Sydney. She refilled it and handed it back to me. I sat on the bed and studied Sydney. I couldn't help but notice that she was pretty. She looked to be about 5'5, and she had a slim build without a lot of curves. Her blond hair was impossibly straight and it reached down to her shoulders. Her entire appearance was tied together by the smokey gray of her large, pleading eyes.

As I was taking in her appearance, the door to my room slammed open. An older woman with short, light gray hair came flying into the room. I assumed she was my doctor since she was wearing a white lab type coat over a set of light green scrubs. Before Sydney or I had a chance to speak, the older woman started talking.

"Good evening, Sydney. I got here as fast as I could. I couldn't believe it when they told me the news. Go call the Queen, Sydney, and tell her that she has woken up."

"Yes, ma'am." Sydney walked out of my room and the doctor turned to me, a huge smile plastered on her face.

" My name is Dr. Olendzki. I have a few questions for you, dear." She noticed the empty cup in my hands. "Would you like some more water?"

I nodded again, not trusting my voice once again. I handed her my cup. She refilled it and returned it to me. I took another sip.

"Can you tell me your name dear?"

I stared at her in shock. I hadn't thought about it before now. I don't know my name. Who am I? My doctor continued to watch me, so I shook my head, telling her no.

"Can you tell me the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

"I don't remember anything. The last thing I remember was dreaming about microwaving TV dinners. The microwave would not stop beeping. Then I woke up and realized I was hearing the beeping from this machine." My words were slow to come out, but I got them out nonetheless.

"Do you know who your mother is? Or anything about how you grew up?"

I tried to focus and remember something, anything. Nothing came to me. It was like gray static running through my mind.

"I'm sorry, no I don't. I wish I did."

"Don't scold yourself dear, your memories may come back over time. Queen Vasilissa should be here soon. Maybe once you see her, your memory may start to resurface."

She looked like she was unsure of what to say next. So I voiced the question that had been on my mind since the doctor told Sydney to call the Queen.

"Why is the Queen coming to see me? I mean, the Queen is royalty, obviously, but am I so important that the Queen herself would feel the need to visit me? Something tells me that I'm not exactly royalty."

"You are correct, you are not royalty. The Queen just happens to be your best friend. You two grew up together."

Suddenly, I felt myself pulled into a completely different place. I could tell I was not in my body anymore, but I had no idea whose body I was in. I tried to move my-no, her- fingers but I couldn't. It was like I was just watching through her eyes. But who is she? Maybe this is a memory. I started paying attention to what was going on. I - she - was on the phone. I-she- was ecstatic. The voice on the phone was saying that someone was awake. I - she - hung up the phone and started screaming out in excitement.

"Dimitri, Christian, get in here, NOW! She is awake! Come on, guys, we have to go!"

Just as suddenly as I was pulled into the foreign place, I was pulled back into my own head in the room with the doctor. She was shaking my shoulders and shouting at me.

"Rose! Rosemarie! Wake up! I just got you back, don't you dare leave us again!"

As soon as my eyes fluttered open, she stopped shaking me.

"What happened? Your body went limp and you stopped responding."

"I'm not sure. Suddenly, I was somewhere else. I felt like I was in someone else's head." I trailed off.

"Rosemarie, what did you see?"

"Is my name really Rosemarie?" I mused then continued as she held my gaze. "I-she- was on the phone. Whoever was on the phone said that someone was awake. And then I-she-got so excited that we were screaming out for someone named Christian and Dimitri. Then I was back here. What was that? Was it a memory? And who are Christian and Dimitri?"

She was silent for longer than I had the patience for, but eventually she spoke.

"One question at a time, dear. Let's start with your name. Your full name Rosemarie Hathaway Belikova. Your friends and family call you Rose." She let that sink in a minute. I came to the realization that Hathaway and Belikova were both surnames. Another question popped into my head, and I glanced down at my hands. Sure enough, there was a beautiful white gold, diamond ring on my left ring finger. I held it up to the doctor.

"I'm guessing that since I have two last names and a ring on this finger, that means I'm married?"

" Yes, Rose, that's correct. You were married for almost 3 years before you fell into a coma. You were in a coma for right at two years."

"So, I've been married for 5 years? When do I get to meet the groom?"

She laughed. I turned the thought of me being married over in my mind. It was exciting and scary at the same time. I don't even know who my husband is, and we have been married for five years. He could be a crazy psychopath for all I know. Dr. Olendzki interrupted my thoughts.

"Soon. He should be coming with the Queen. I'll be right back, Rose. I need to speak with one of the nurses."

She quickly walked out of the room, leaving me completely alone since I woke up from the coma that stole all of my precious memories. I immersed myself in thought, trying to scour up any memory I could of my husband. Of course, I couldn't. Life is a bitch.