Rose awoke to the soft humming of her mother. She could feel Belle's hands on her stomach, the tingling feeling of her healing all too familiar now. Belle had been working every day to try and heal the wound completely. After a month, it was nothing more than a pale scar now. But, even Belle wasn't sure if Rose's ability to have children had been taken from her or not.
"Good morning," Belle smiled softly, seeing Rose's golden eyes cracked open. "Is Damon here yet?" Rose mumbled, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Belle nodded her head, gesturing towards the boy in the chair beside the bed. Belle was sitting on the bed with Rose. A small smile came over Rose's lips as she turned her gaze onto Damon. "Hi," she whispered, pushing herself up slowly. She winced, but only because she hadn't been able to move much in so long, her body was sore and stiff.