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BPOV:
I was running around my apartment trying to get ready for work. I was hopping up and down on one foot while
trying to get the matching shoe on the other also while getting my backpack packed so I could study if things
were slow. My cell began to ring and I jumped in its direction. I looked at the caller id and saw it was Collin, my
dad's boss. "What's up, Collin?" I asked. "Bella," he stammered, "Meet me at the hospital as soon as you can.
Your father has been injured. I'll explain more when you get here." I slammed the phone slut, threw it in my bag
and left. Converse be damned. I got to the hospital in record time. Collin was at the entrance pacing. He looked
like he might cry. "Collin, what happened?" I asked even though I was afraid of the answer. "Bella, we were
called out to the Blue Lagoon Trailer Park. Two guys were fighting and causing quite a ruckus. We didn't think
they'd be much of a problem because they were inebriated. We thought wrong. One pulled a gun on me and as
he pulled the trigger Charlie jumped in front of me," Collin said. His whole body shook with sobs he fought hard to
contain. "Breathe its okay Collin." I reassured him. "No, it's not Bella," He said finally breaking down, "He was shot
in the head. He's in I.C.U. and the doctors aren't giving him very good odds." "Can I see him?" I asked somberly.
"Yeah, I'll walk with you." He said putting a shaking arm around me. We walked in silence through the lobby and
into the elevator. He pushed a button and we were lifted to the 3rd floor. He hit the buzzer to get us in. A nurse
dressed in scrubs with cartoon medical supplies met us and guided us to where they were keeping Charlie. When
I saw him my heart stuttered. In all my years I had never seen Charlie like this. He was covered with tubes and
wires and it appeared that they were constricting his body to the hospital bed. I drew in a shaky breath and
walked quietly and carefully to his side. Things looked worse the closer I got. His head was bandaged with bloody
gauze and I could tell they had shaved part of his head to operate. He was pale and his troubled breathing was
very unnerving to me. As was his heart rate. A doctor walked over to where I was sitting. "Hello, you must be
Chief Swan's daughter." He said quietly. "Bella." I said shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Hawke. I've
been overlooking your father since he came in. To be honest, it's not looking good for him. Even if he does wake
up, he'll be a vegetable. I'm sorry." "So how much time does he have?" I asked, my voice cracking as I accepted
what I had heard. "My guess would be 5 days tops." He said quietly. My breath was ragged. "Thank you." I said.
"Visiting hours are now over. You can come visit at the same time tomorrow." He said dismissing me. I nodded
and began to walk to the elevator. I was almost zombie-like. I entered the elevator and as soon as the doors
shut I was on the floor in a heap, sobbing silently. When the door opened I stood and continued my zombie walk
to my car. I slid inside, slammed the door, and punched the wheel with my fist. I put the key into the ignition of m
y mustang and it roared to life. I drove home just as quickly as I had come. I unlocked the door, and threw my
stuff in every direction, then slumped to the floor once more and cried until I could cry no more. I pulled myself
together as best I could and called Rene'. "Hello?" She said. "Mom, get on the next flight here. Dad's been hurt.
They don't think he's going to make it." I said and hung up. I couldn't take talking any longer. I'm sure she
understood. I walked to the bathroom and started a hot shower. I shampooed my hair and cleaned my body
quickly, then just stood there letting the water roll over me. When there was no more hot water I stepped out
and dried myself and threw my hair up into a towel. I put my most comfortable pajamas on, grabbed a blanket
and a pillow and threw them on the couch. I turned the TV on and then put the kettle on to make some
chamomile tea. When it was done I poured the hot water over my tea bag and took it with me to the couch. I sat,
pulling my legs underneath myself, and stared into space sipping my tea. A loud knock on the door shook me
from my reverie. No sooner had I opened the door than I was lifted into a bear hug. I pushed back to see who it
was. "Emmett?" was all I could croak out.
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