Rosalie ran into the hospital from where the woman had called her. She hadn't given her any details about Dylan's condition.

Rosalie rushed to the reception desk, where an old lady directed her to Dylan's room. She couldn't bring herself to think about what had happened to him. Her heart felt like it would break out through her ribcage any second. Her stomach was in knots as she made her way to the room.

Sure, Dylan was annoying and sometimes even made her want to rip her hair out. But, she had grown accustomed to his presence, as irritating as it may have been. And, she also had newfound respect for him after he took care of her when she was in pain.

She slammed the door open once she reached the room and saw Dylan lying on the bed with random wires pricking his skin. She immediately sighed in relief when she saw that he was wide awake.

"Dylan, what happened? Are you okay?" She interrogated as she made her way on to the chair next to his bed and subconsciously took his free hand in hers. "They told me you were in an accident. I was freaking out," she shuddered.

"I'm fine, Rose. Calm down," he calmly replied.

Rosalie took a deep breath to ease herself. She realised she was holding Dylan's hand and slowly pulled away, embarrassed. "So what happened," she asked after settling herself.

"My friend bought a new bike and I was trying it out," he explained. "I don't really know how to ride a bike," he added.

"What?" Rosalie, slapped his arm. "You idiot, why would you do that," she shouted.

Dylan rubbed his arm, pretending to be hurt. "I just thought 'how hard can it be,'" he shrugged.

"God, you're so stupid," Rosalie face-palmed herself.

"I'm fine, though. I don't know why they're making such a big deal out of it. Just got a few stitches in my leg," he said, showing her the damage and by the looks of it, the wound wasn't that bad.

"They said they had to keep me 'under observation' because I hit my head," he rolled his eyes.

"Maybe your stupid brain will be fixed now," Rosalie smirked but then replaced it with a warm smile.

"Seriously though, I'm glad you're okay," she said softly.

Dylan smiled and nodded, not making eye-contact with her and she could notice the faint tint of red that had coated his cheeks. Rosalie couldn't help the sudden rush of blood into her face and tried to hide it by looking away. Luckily, the doctor walked in at that exact moment, helping her out of her sticky situation.

"Ah, you must be Mrs. Pierce," the old gentleman smiled at her. Rosalie just smiled and nodded. As much as she hated being called that, it wasn't the first time someone had called her that and it probably wasn't going to be the last.

"Alright, Mr. Pierce, your scans came back clean so you are good to go," he informed while looking at Dylan.

The doctor left after checking his vitals. Soon, a nurse walked in and freed Dylan of all the wires connected to him.

"Can you walk," Rosalie asked, concerned, as Dylan stood up from the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go," he grinned and they both made their way out.

Rosalie forced Dylan to rest his leg once they were back at the hotel and packed his stuff for him for their flight the next day. Dylan was shocked at the sudden change in Rosalie's behaviour towards him but it evoked feelings inside him that he couldn't understand. His heart fluttered every time she came close to him and his skin erupted in tingles when she touched it to check if his stitches were okay. He hadn't expected her to be so worried about him. It was just nine stitches and he would probably be back to normal in a few days. Maybe she was just returning the favour because he had helped her too, but he was going to enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

Dylan and Rosalie were enjoying the flight on their first-class seats the next day when an announcement went off.

"Folks, this is your captain speaking. Due to some unexpected weather conditions in Seattle, we will be rerouting our flight to Omaha. Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience."

"What? No," Rosalie squealed.

"It's just one more day, Rose. We'll be back home tomorrow," Dylan sighed.

"Easy for you to say. I'm the one who has to sleep in the same bed as you when you push all the pillows towards me and leave me two inches to sleep," she complained.

"Maybe if you didn't hog all the covers, I won't have to move closer to you," he rolled his eyes.

They took a cab to a hotel from the airport and once again, they were both stuck in a giant hotel room with one bed. When Rosalie woke up the next morning, Dylan was arguing with someone on the phone.

"What happened?" She asked once he hung up.

"Our flight got cancelled again because of the storm back at home," he informed as he dropped onto the couch.

"Great! Just great," Rosalie groaned.