DPOV
I was left with a sleeping Johanna. I grasped her hand in mine. "Please Zhannochka, please wake up. Please get better. For Roza. For your Mommy, please hang in there, Johanna."

At some point I fell asleep against the edge of her bed. The next thing I knew a nurse entered.
"Mmm?" I drowsily greeted.
"Miss Rosemarie is awake, Mr Belikov." That woke me up quick smart.
"Can I see her?"
"Yes. You can," she said with a sincere, kind smile that still managed to be professional. Professional, I'd never managed that with Rose... I hadn't been meant to.

I reluctantly left Johanna's side to go to her mother, seeing Rose for the first time in nine years.
"D-Dimitri?" Roza asked disbelievingly when I peeped my head in.
"Yes, Roza. I'm here. How are you feeling?" I replied as I moved to sit in the chair next to her head.
"I'm sore as all ass-shit. But Johanna, how's Johanna? God, is she okay? Where the freaking hell is she!"
"Shh, settle Roza-"
"Settle! Settle?! My daughter could be dead for all I goddamn know, don't you go telling me to goddamn settle!"
Yup, she'd become one overprotective mother. I'd guessed she would, no matter how un-mothering Janine was. "Roza, Johanna is stable. She's alive and stable. I've just come from her room. She's still unconscious, but alive and healing."
"And?" she demanded, still frantic.
"Multiple breaks, cracks and fractures. She's had surgery to have them reset and put into casts. Where the glass cut deep she's been stitched up. She's healing remarkably fast apparently, faster than you."
She let out a sigh of relief and exhaustion and collapsed into the hospital pillows. "How long have you been here, Dimitri? And where did you come from?"
"The Academy. Surely you know Lissa's Queen and Headmistress? I don't know how long I've been here. Long enough to fall asleep at Johanna's side."
"Does she still look like an angel?"
I smiled and nodded twice. "A fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless. She will recover, Roza. I'm certain of it because she's your daughter."
Rose smiled then spontaneously burst into laughter. "I don't think I've heard you call me Roza so often in one go since the cabin."
"You know I've been looking all over for you, right? I honestly thought I was having a nightmare when you disappeared on me. And seriously, Roza, Portland? Why come back to where I found you the first time?"
"Because it was too obvious, Dimitri. You wouldn't look where I'd already been."
I shook my head then sighed. "Why, Rose? Why'd you run? We had everything planned and sorted, why'd you run? You took half my soul with you."
A guilty look crossed her face and tears threatened to spill. "I can't do this now, Dimitri. Please don't push me. I may be ready once Johanna's out of here. How long, did they say how long?"
"I won't push you, Roza. Seven to ten days, depending."

I stayed with Rose until we heard Johanna had woken up. A full day and a bit later. She had recovered significantly, and Rose was well enough for me to wheel her down to see her daughter.

Johanna'sPOV
"Mommy!" I squeaked when I saw a very, very tall man wheel her into my room.
Her face lit up. "Joie," she sighed in what I guessed to be relief. "Comrade," she demanded with a happy smile, "wheel me closer!" She clearly knew the tall man well, but I'd never seen him before. I didn't know the shoulder-length light brown hair of his, or the long leather coat he wore.
"Whatever you want, Roza," he said in an accent I think was Russian and smiled.
Mommy smiled and giggled. She knew this stranger for sure. I'd never seen her so happy... well, she'd always been rather happy, but she wasn't anything like this... sappy?

"Joie, how are you feeling, baby girl?" Mommy asked slowly, softly.
"Sore, Mommy. I'm sore all over."
Her love shone in her eyes. "I know, baby girl, I know. You remember the bus crashing, don't you?"
Flashes of spinning off the road and rolling over and over filled my mind, as did the awful sound and hideous smell. I remembered so I nodded. It HURT! I winced and put my head on my stiff pillow again.
"You've got some broken but healing bones-"
"I know," I sighed. "The doctor said."
Mommy looked up at the man who was looking between us seriously, like he was trying to find the answer to a hard maths question that seemed okay with no answer. He looked at Mommy in a way I saw Mommy looking at me sometimes, but it felt more grown-up. The man looked at my Mommy like my best friend Annabelle's Daddy looked at Annabelle's Mommy. Mommy was now looking at him with the look Annabelle's Mommy gave Annabelle's Daddy. I don't know why, but I did not want to be here right now.
"Mommy? Who is he?" I asked.

Mommy looked at me in surprise. Then she moved her head and looked at the man again and now she didn't look as happy. Mommy looked scared of the tall man. She also looked sad. I didn't get what was happening.

"Comrade, can I talk to you first?"
"Of course, Rose," he said. I could not see what he was thinking or feeling. He took Mommy outside.

I was left alone, feeling sad and scared. Had Mommy kept a secret? Had Mommy told me fibs? Had Mommy not told me the truth? I didn't know anything about the man who looked at my Mommy as my Daddy would if he was here. Mommy looked at the man as I imagined my Mommy looking at my Daddy I knew nothing about, the daddy of mine Mommy had never talked about.