EPOV
I was walking home from the hospital. I hated being the youngest doctor there, barely 25; I did not get the respect I deserved. I so needed a vacation. I had graduated high school early and college early and med school early. All I did with my life was school and work. I was in such a deep thought that I hadn't noticed the van circling the park over and over again. And I also didn't notice when the van stopped and two men got out until it was too late. They placed a bag over my head and grabbed me. Saying, "Don't try to fight or we will kill you." I was thrown into a van before I even knew what hit me. My instincts told me to struggle which was a mistake because the next thing I knew I was waking up with the bag still over my head and my hands tied in front of me. I must have blacked out at some point.
"Get up!" The one man shouted. I still had the bag over my head and wasn't able to see. "Get up! Now!" he screamed again. Then he was in front me, leaning close into my face. So close that I could feel the heat from his breath. "Now you are going to make her better. You will write down on this piece of paper what supplies you need, there are some things in there already" he ordered as he placed what felt like a notepad in my hand. "If she dies, you die. If she lives, you live." Then I was pushed out of the van falling onto my face, unable to catch myself. "Get up!" a man screamed. I felt someone grab my elbow and yanked me up to the standing position. I heard a door open before the man said "I am going to untie your hands, if you try to do anything funny, I will kill you. Do as you're told and everything will be fine. Remember though, she dies, you die." "Yes sir" I answered back. I felt the ties being removed from my wrists and the door shutting behind me. I didn't move, I just stood there, not sure what to do next. I was too afraid to move but was also terrified of just standing there. I slowly removed the bag from my head. It was dark in the room; it was warm and smelled of burning firewood. I put my hands out in front of me and found a light switch. I hesitated and took in a deep breath before I had the courage to turn the light on. When I did, I didn't find what I had expected. It was completely furnished and homey. There was a full kitchen, a living room with a flat screen TV, and two couches. I couldn't see any further than that.
"Hello?" I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder, not trusting my own voice. No answer. I took a few steps and found a staircase. I slowly walked up the staircase, step by step. I was cautious not knowing what was waiting for me. When I got to the top of the steps there were three doorways. Standing where I was I could tell that one of them was a bathroom and the other one was a bedroom. The third door was slightly shut, just enough so I couldn't see inside. I heard a noise but it wasn't quite a moan, a whimper maybe? I wasn't sure but I did know it was coming from the half closed door. "Hello?" I said, just loud enough I startled myself in the quiet house. I heard nothing in return. I walked to the door and knocked slightly. No answer. I slowly pushed the door open. I gasped at the sight before me. This room was another bedroom but this one was occupied. Before my eyes, there was a single mattress lying in the middle of the floor with a small desk lamp turned on next to the mattress. On the mattress lay a small girl covered with a thin white sheet. Her eyes were closed, her breathing labored, and her cheeks flushed pink. "Hello?" I said softly, not wanting to startle her. She didn't respond or move. I walked over to her and knelt down beside the mattress. "Miss? Can you hear me? Miss?" No response. I placed my hand on her shoulder and nudged her. "Miss? Are you okay? Can you open your eyes for me?" As I touched her I noticed her skin was flaming hot. She definitely had a fever. Then it clicked, this is the girl they want me to save, whoever she may be. As I was thinking this over the girl opened her eyes and cried a small scream. She pushed herself away from me best she could with the strength that she had left. "Shh, shh. It's okay. I'm here to help you…its okay, I promise. I am not going to hurt you." She looked at me with frightened brown eyes. I repeated myself, "I promise, I am not here to hurt you. I am here to help you," (I think, I thought to myself). "I am a doctor, I was sent here to help you." She looked at me like she didn't believe me. I reached for my wallet, having every intention of showing her my hospital ID but it was gone. Along with my cell phone and my pager.
As I was cursing out those men in my head, the girl started to try and stand up. "Please don't try to stand up…" I told her, knowing how weak she looked. But before I finished my sentence, the girl's eyes rolled back inside to her head and collapsed. I caught her before her head hit the ground. I stood there, with an unconscious girl in my hands, and started to cry. I didn't understand the exact reason I was here but I had to help her. As the first tear fell from my eye, I looked down at the girl, who was wrapped inside the sheet, still unconscious. Only this time when I looked at her, I realized how beautiful she was. Her facial features strong but delicate. Her lips full but soft. Her hair dark but long. She had to be in her late teens early twenty's. She was very tiny; she was extremely underweight as she felt like a feather in my arms. I carefully laid her back onto the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. I placed my fingertips on her wrist checking for a pulse. It was there, weak but it was there. I checked her breathing which was slightly elevated, which was expected with her high fever.
"What am I suppose to do now?" I said loudly too myself. I looked around the room for the first time. Against the back wall there were two very large doors. I walked towards them and found a letter taped to the left door addressed to Dr. Edward Cullen. I ripped the envelope from the door and opened it.
It read:
Dear Dr. Cullen,
You have been chosen to take care of this girl. You will not leave until she is healthy and at an optimum weight. The notepad you have been given is for you to write down the other supplies you need. You will put it in an envelope (which are provided to you behind this door) and slide it under the front door each night. Each morning you will have your supplies that you will have requested the night before. Only then are you aloud to open the front door and retrieve your supplies. Do not attempt to open any door or window at any other time or consequences will happen. You have been warned. The fridge is stocked as well as the pantry. You will receive food once a week, so use sparingly. The other bedroom has a bed for you to use and there are toiletries in the bathroom. The television is only to be used for movies. It does not have cable. There are plenty of movies in the closet downstairs for your pleasure. You are also free to do as you will inside the house. The girl is your top priority. You will return safely to your house as long as you abide by these rules. There is no computer or telephone in the house, so don't waste your time looking for them. Behind these doors are medical supplies, you are free to use whatever you need to get the job done. Remember do not open the doors or windows, you are being watched.
'Oh no, what have I gotten into,' I thought to myself. I looked back at the girl, making sure she was still breathing. She was, thankfully. I opened the doors and found a mass supply of medical equipment. There were enough supplies to handle 10 mass casualty accidents. I noticed a heart monitor, an oxygen cylinder, and IV supplies first. I grabbed all of them, knowing I would need them. I walked over to the girl, still unconscious. Only then did I notice the blood soaking through the sheets. I lifted the sheet and realized she had no clothes on. I put the sheet back down and let out an aggravated sigh. I carefully covered her fully with the sheet and tried to pinpoint where the blood was coming from. From the stain on the sheet it looked like she was bleeding from her leg. I pulled the sheet up to reveal her left leg. On her leg was a 15 inch laceration on the outside of her leg starting at her knee and ending at her hip bone. It wasn't deep enough to cause serious problems but it would need stitches. I had also noticed bruising all over her leg. I placed and oxygen mask over the girls face and went back to the closet. I grabbed some gauze and applied a pressure dressing to her leg. I then went and placed her on the heart monitor and checked her vital sounds. I used an educated guess and came to the conclusion that she was probably suffering from septic shock. I didn't want to invade her privacy but I needed to check her for other wounds. I only revealed small areas at a time. Both of her legs were extremely bruised as well as her abdomen. Each one of her ribs was severely protruding from her skin. It made me queasy but only for a moment; I had a job to do. I palpated her abdomen to feel for any abnormalities, which I didn't. Her breasts had scars on them; some which looked like bite marks. I shivered at the thought of someone hurting a girl like this. She was also dirty, covered in filth. As if she had not bathed in weeks. I covered her back up and took a better look at her arms. There were bruises around her wrists, like she had been tied up. On her wrists were also scars. A few lacerations were on her upper arms but nothing serious. I few band aids and antiseptic would take care of that.
I found a stethoscope in the closet and took a listen to heart and lungs as well as her abdomen. Everything sounded fine. After my assessment I started an IV in her arm. After I put it in place and taped it down she started to move around. Her eyes popped open with fear in them. She started to hyperventilate.
"You are okay. I promise, my name is Dr. Cullen, Dr. Edward Cullen. I promise I won't hurt you." I said quickly but soft, trying not to frighten her.
She quickly looked at her arm with the IV and screamed "Please don't! Please don't put me to sleep! I will behave I promise! Please, I'm begging!" as she ripped off the oxygen mask.
I took a few steps back, trying to prove that I wasn't going to hurt her. "I won't put you to sleep. I promise. I started an IV on you so I can give you some fluid and medication to help make you feel better. I promise I am not going to hurt you."
She looked away towards the wall and kept silent but I could see the tears strolling down her face.
"Can you tell me your name? Mine is Edward."
"Bella," she said, so softly that I barely heard her. "You swear you aren't going to hurt me?"
"I promise, cross my heart." I saw a slight smile in her eyes. "Can I come over to you?" Her head nodded slightly
I walked towards her with my hands in front of me and I knelt down beside her. "Bella, you are very sick. You see that screen right there?" She looked up at it. "That is telling me your heart rate is fast but weak and that your blood pressure and oxygen levels are low." She just shrugged.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to get sick." She said.
"It's not your fault. I was told that you needed a doctor and I am here to help you." I didn't want to tell her the truth, that I had been kidnapped and forced to help her.
She looked at me for a second, like she didn't believe what I was saying and then said "You are too young to be a doctor."
I chuckled quietly, "I know I look young and I am but I graduated high school and college early."
"Oh." Her eyes started to droop.
"Please don't fall asleep quite yet. You have a cut on your leg that needs stitches, I wrapped it up in a bandage for now but I wanted you to be awake so you know what I am doing. I don't want to frighten you. Do you have any clothes?" She blushed at the question but made a painful expression and she shook her head no.
"Okay well hey how bout I get you fixed up and then I'll look around the house for something to wear. You are very weak and I would like to get some fluids into you. Is that okay?" She didn't say anything but nodded.
I went and grabbed a bag of fluid and hooked it up to her IV. I then went back to the closet and looked to see if there was any equipment to stitch her leg up. There was, along with some sterile water and peroxide. Before I turned to go back to Bella I saw a metal box on the bottom shelf. I emptied my hands and opened the box. Inside were vials and vials of medication. Everything from sedatives to Tylenol. I grabbed the Tylenol and some antiseptic for her leg along with some syringes.
When I went back to Bella, the first bag of fluid had already emptied into her IV. I hooked up another one. Her blood pressure needed to come up. I noticed that she was shivering. "Are you cold?" As I reached for her forehead to check her temperature, she flinched. I pulled back my hand quickly.
"I'm sorry; I just wanted to check your temperature."
"I'm sorry; I didn't know what you were doing. Go ahead."
I reached for her forehead, slower this time. Her forehead burned the back of my hand. "I am going to fetch you some water so you can take some Tylenol. We need to get your fever down." I walked towards the bathroom and found a little cup and put some water in it.
When I got back to the room Bella was sleeping. I didn't want to wake her but I really needed her to take the Tylenol. "Bella, dear, you need to wake up for a moment, please?" I whispered in her ear. She moaned but opened her eyes.
"Can you sit up? I need you to swallow these pills for me; do you think you can do that?" I watched her try to sit up, she was just too weak. "May I help?" She didn't say anything but she looked at me as if giving me permission.
I helped her up and handed her the two pills. "These are to help with your fever, they are just Tylenol, I promise," and handed her a cup of water. She swallowed the pills and collapsed back down on the mattress.
"I am so cold and tired." She complained.
"I am going to go look for another blanket for you, I will be right back."
"NO! I mean, please don't leave me. I am fine, I swear. I don't need another blanket," She pleaded.
"I won't leave. I promise. Can I stitch your leg up; I have medicine to numb it." Again she just nodded and closed her eyes.
"I am going to lift the sheet to expose your leg and unwrap it." She jumped slightly when my hands touched her leg to remove the bandage but then relaxed slightly. I looked up at her and her eyes were still closed.
I filled the syringe with a numbing agent, "This is going to sting a little but it is just to numb it so you can't feel the stitches." She didn't say anything but I went ahead.
I cleaned the wound and stitched it up as fast as I could. I wrapped it back up and told her I was done. She had fallen back asleep. I noticed that her forehead was moist and I felt her cheek. It felt like her fever broke. I looked up at her vitals. Her heart rate had come down a little and her blood pressure had increased, which were both good signs. Her oxygen lever wasn't to where I wanted it so I put the mask back on her face, she didn't move.
What had this poor girl been through? I can't even imagine. I took the advantage of her sleeping and went to explore the house. I could tell by the sunlight shining through the windows that it was going to be dark soon. I didn't even want to risk trying to even open the blinds. I had no idea where I was or why I was chosen. I walked downstairs and turned on every light. I was going to keep them on all night long, I wanted no surprises. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was milk, eggs, some cheese, sand which meat, bread, and a bottle of mayonnaise. I opened the freezer door and found 3 lbs of beef. Great, this is what we have to live off of for a week? How am I supposed to get this girl to gain weight if there isn't enough food to even feed me for a week?
I walked upstairs without looking too much at the living room. I went to the bedroom that was designated as mine in the letter. There was a double bed that was made up with blue sheets and a thick blue comforter and tons of pillows. I opened the closet doors and found many shirts, jeans, and boxers to last me at least a month.
A shriek interrupted my thoughts. I ran to the room that was Bella was in and ran right over to her, "What's wrong?" I asked her shakily. She didn't respond but started to hyperventilate. "Bella, shh. I'm right here. You were sleeping and I was only in the next room. Everything is going to be fine." I started to rub her hair and she started to slow her breathing.
"I'm sorry; I just got scared when I woke up by myself. I have never been in this place before and I'm really scared. I don't want to die..."
I cut her off "Bella I am not going to let you die. That is why I am here, to make you feel better."
"Umm Edward….I have to use the restroom. Am I aloud to?"
"Of course you are. It is just across the hall. But I need to help you. You are still weak."
Bella then looked down at herself and touched the sheet with her fingers…"Nevermind, I don't have to go now."
I was slightly confused until I realized that she still didn't have any clothes. I didn't find anything in any of the closets. "I'll be right back, I am just going to the next room, Okay?"
I ran as quickly as I could and grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and a blue tee. "Here, I didn't find any girl's clothes here but I did find these. It's the best I could do. I will disconnect your IV so it will make it easier."
I handed her the clothes and she took them without looking at me. She just laid there. She turned her head away from me "I am not going to be able to put them on myself. I am still really tired." She said embarrassed.
"It's okay. I will help you. I'm going to help you sit first okay?" She nodded. I put my hands on her shoulder and helped her sit up, keeping the sheet at her collarbone. Then I disconnected the IV, "Okay first your arms." She lifted her arms weakly as I put them through the arm holes, and then pulled it over her head. After the t-shirt was in place I pulled the sheet down to her waist.
"I need to lie down. I am really dizzy…." I laid her back down on the mattress.
"I am going to put on the shorts now; I promise I won't look at anything. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispered.
I put her feet through the holes of the shorts and shimmied them up her legs. When I reached her thighs I felt her tense. I looked at her face and her eyes were clamped shut.
"Bella, breathe. It's okay. I am not going to do anything to hurt you. I promise. If you want me to stop tell me." She shook her head no and relaxed a bit. I shimmied the boxer shorts to her waist, "We are finished." I removed the sheet that had blood and dirt stains all over it. I then disconnected her from all the medical equipment.
"I am going to carry you to the bathroom. I don't want you passing out on me."
She was too weak to argue. I put my arms under her back and her legs. She didn't resist. I carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. "Do you need my help with the shorts?"
"No, I can handle it."
"Okay well I'll be right outside. Hold onto the counter for support; yell for me when you are finished. And don't be afraid to ask for help." I looked at her with caring eyes. She was so beautiful but quickly put that thought in the back of my mind; I was here to help her heal not fall for her. I had no idea what sort of situation she was involved with.
"I need you to promise you will ask for help if you need it," I told her.
"I promise." She said without looking at me.
I left the room and kept the door opened an inch so I could hear if something went wrong or she needed help. I walked back into 'her' bedroom and assessed the room. The mattress she had been laying on had no sheet and was stained with blood and dirt. There was no way I was going to let her sleep on that mattress. I picked up the heart monitor and the rest of the equipment and took it to my room. I got everything set up and pulled back the covers on the bed.
I went back into the hallway and found a linen closet. Inside there was a lot of towels, washcloths, and a big tub. I put a towel and washcloth in the tub and waited for Bella to be finished.
"I'm done." I opened the door and found her sitting on the toilet with her shorts pulled up. She looked exhausted.
"Bella, I brought you a towel and a washcloth. I thought maybe you would like to get cleaned up." She looked at me in disbelief.
"Are you serious? If you are lying, that is a pretty cruel joke."
I looked back at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe she thought I was joking.
"No I am serious. We can do it one of two ways. I can either fill this tub up and you can wash up with this washcloth, but with my assistance. Or we can fill the bathtub up with water after I wrap your leg with waterproof bandaging. But I will also need to help you with that. It's up to you; I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I am only insisting on helping you because I don't want you to pass out or fall."
She looked at the tub and then the bathtub. She went back and forth a few times and then looked down at herself. "You are a doctor right?" She asked without looking at me.
"Yes…" I answered not knowing where she was going with this.
"So you have seen it all? Right?"
"Yes Bella, I have seen it all. I will only be assisting you getting a bath. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise." I told her. She looked up at me with her brown eyes, he cheeks bright red.
"Okay well then I would like to get a bath. It has been a long time since I have had a real bath. As long as you don't mind."
"No Bella, I am here to help you. Of course I don't mind. But first I am going to go get you some Tylenol so your fever doesn't come back. I am also going to get some things to wrap your wound and IV up. I am going to warn you, you have some cuts on your arms that may sting a bit when you get into the water."
"It won't bother me."
"Okay then."
I ran back to the medical supply closet and grabbed the things I needed. When I got back to the bathroom I handed her two more Tylenol and the glass of water. She chugged the whole glass. "Do you mind if I have some more water, I am really thirsty?" She asked.
"No and after the bath I will make us some dinner. Do you like eggs?"
"I am not hungry but thank you."
"Bella you should eat something. I can also make you a turkey sand which or some toast." Not even knowing if there was a toaster downstairs.
She didn't respond. I went ahead and wrapped her IV and her leg wound. I ran the water in the bathtub and looked for some soap. In the medicine cabinet above the sink there was shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a few bars of soap and some body lotion. I also noticed a men's razor and shaving cream along with some aftershave. This place was not really stocked for a female but I would do with what I had.
"Okay we are going to stand up. I lifted her and made sure she her footing was alright. She pulled at the shirt but was unable to get it over her head.
As I helped her I reminded her, "Remember I have seen it all." Her cheeks turned a rosy red but she had a half smile on her face. The truth was I hadn't seen it all, I have never seen someone so abused as she was. I had seen abuse cases in my few short years but nothing this severe.
She pulled down her shorts on her own and took a few steps towards the tub. She held onto my arm with a death grip. When we reached the tub she lifted one leg and placed it into the water. I helped her with the other leg and lowered her into the tub. Her grip on my arm got stronger and she yelped slightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked extremely concerned. In the few short hours I had known this girl, I was starting to truly care about her. Not just in a doctor patient way either, I truly cared about her and I didn't want her to be in any pain.
"Yes, the water stings my arms a little bit but I'm fine."
I brought over the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and a wash cloth over to her. She started to wash her body. I looked away out of respect.
"If you need assistance, let me know." I reminded her.
After a few moments, I broke the silence, "How old are you Bella?"
"Twenty. At least I think, I don't know what year it is."
"When is your birthday?" I asked.
"September 13th, 1989."
"Well then you are twenty one! You can legally do anything except rent a car," As I turned and looked at her, enthusiastically.
She looked at my puzzled. "Do anything I want? Dr. Cullen, I can't do anything at all. Why are YOU here? You aren't exactly the type of men I have been forced to be around lately"
My face dropped, "I was told to make you better… and please call me Edward."
"Edward….I don't think I am able to wash my hair. My arms feel like dead weight…"
I went and kneeled down beside the tub. Using the cup she had drank from to wet her hair. I had never washed a girl's hair before so I tried to be gentle. I didn't really know what I was doing, I wasn't sure if it was different from washing mine. It's not like it was taught in medical school. There was a long awkward silence.
Bella then spoke "How did you get here? And please be honest, I don't want you to lie."
I struggled to find the words. I didn't want to lie but I also didn't want to frighten her. "I was kidnapped and told to heal you. One minute I was walking home from work and then next I am here left alone with a note saying to save you and make you better." She didn't say anything at first but then she looked up at me. "Thank you. Thank you for not lying to me. I am really sorry you got involved with this."
"Well you are welcome Bella. Now can you tell me why you are hear, sick as a dog and beaten up so badly?"
Bella looked away from me with a look of shame on her face. I placed my hands on her shoulders, "Bella, please tell me. I know nothing about this situation; I have no idea what I am involved with. I won't judge you either, I promise. Please, don't lie."
"I was also kidnapped a few years ago, right after I graduated high school. I graduated when I was 17. So you do the math. I have been a …slave…to this powerful guy named James. He swears he is in love with me but I do not love him. He makes me do things…things that I don't want to do…and then I have clean and cook, and other things…." Her voice was soft that I had to concentrate to understand what she was saying. She started to sob uncontrollably.
"Shh, Bella. It's okay. I am here to take care of you, everything will be okay." I lifted Bella out of the tub, her hair clean, and sat her on the toilet. I started to dry her hair and her shoulders. I handed her the towel so she could do the rest. I then left and went back to my bedroom and got a fresh shirt and boxer shorts. I brought them back to her and helped her into them. I lifted her into my arms and she cradled against my chest. Her thin form shaking uncontrollably from her sobs. I carried her to my room and placed her on the bed.
"Bella, I need you to try to calm down. You are going to pass out. Everything is going to be alright. I am going to hook you up to the monitor and IV fluids."
Between her sobs she managed to tell me that her leg was really hurting her. The antiseptic must be wearing off. I went to the supply closet in the other room and grabbed a syringe and a vial of Morphine.
"Bella, look at me." She opened her eyes with tears spilling over the edges. "I am going to give you something for the pain, it probably will make you sleepy but nothing is going to happen while you sleep. I promise." I said as I felt her forehead. She didn't feel feverish, the Tylenol must be working.
"You promise, you won't do bad things to me while I am asleep?"
"Is that what happens usually? Bad things happen when they put you to sleep?" Not believing what I was hearing.
She shook her head. "Nothing bad is going to happen. I am going to look at your leg before I give you the medicine to make sure the its not bleeding and then I am going to cover you up and then I'll give you the medicine. I promise nothing bad." I uncovered her leg and checked the wound. The stitches were still in place and no more bleeding. I wrapped it back up and place the comforter over her.
"It looks good." I said as I pushed the Morphine into her IV. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen."
Her eyelids began to droop and soon she was asleep. I set the alarm on the monitor and turned on the side table lamp next to the bed. I checked her vitals, which were looking a little better but she was still dehydrated.
I went downstairs and searched a little more. I found another room, a den possibly, that had a firewood stove. The back wall of the den was lined with about 200 logs or so. The fire was almost out. I wasn't really sure exactly what to do but I placed 3 logs into the stove. There was also a washer and dryer, another smaller flat screen TV, with a book shelf full of DVD's, and a couch. I started to feel overwhelm. I sat down on the couch, trying to calm myself. Breathe in, breathe out, I kept telling myself. After a few moments I checked to see if the logs had set fire, which they did. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the eggs and the cheese. I scrambled the eggs and put some cheese on top. I grabbed to glasses out of the cupboard and filled one with water and the other with milk. I found a TV tray and placed the food and drinks on them. I carried them upstairs and set them on the table next to Bella. All of her vital signs still looked good, they hadn't gotten any worse at least.
I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. I was so scared and confused. I had no idea how this situation was going to turn out. I know they had told me I was going to live if she did, but I could not, would not let her go back to where she came from. It was dark out; at least I didn't see any light through the window shades. After about 2 hours of sitting on the floor watching Bella sleep I tried to wake her up.
"Bella, sweetheart, I need you to wake up." Sweetheart? Where had that come from? She started to stir. "Bella, you need to wake up and eat something."
"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep…."She moaned.
"Bella, you need to try. I made you eggs with cheese. There is also a glass of water and milk."
When I said the word water her eyes opened. "Bella, are you thirsty?"
She nodded, I helped her sit up and handed her the glass of water. She had it all gone in less than 5 seconds. "Do you want the milk?" She didn't answer and laid back down, facing away from me.
I took the tray and went downstairs. I threw it out. I surely wasn't going to eat; my appetite probably wouldn't be back for a while. I needed to give Bella nutrients, if she wasn't going to eat, it could be tricky.
I didn't know how late it was but I wanted to make that list before it was too late. I wasn't playing by my rules. I grabbed the couch cushions and the blanket that was draped over the back and went upstairs. I put them in the room Bella had been in and grabbed an envelope from the cabinet. I went downstairs and grabbed the note pad that I had been given while I was still in the van and started to make the list.
*5 bags of fluid
*Antibiotics
*5 Vials of Morphine
*Neosporin
*Oxycodone (pill form)
*Multi-vitamins
*Nutrients (in a bag for IV's)
I then folded the paper, placed it into the envelope and slid it through the bottom of the door. I filled Bella's glass with water and headed upstairs. When I went into her room she was facing me with her eyes opened. She smiled when she saw me and I couldn't help but smile back. I walked towards her and placed the glass of water on the nightstand.
"Thank you. I know you are being forced here but you are very nice. And I wanted to thank you for helping me even though I am sorry that you got kidnapped."
"It's okay Bella. I am glad I am able to help you, at least I know that I am the one saving you." I placed my hand on her forehead, it felt warm. Her fever was starting again and I had already given her the max dose of Tylenol. "Are you in any pain? I have some more morphine that I can give you. I think it's late, it will help you sleep, and I promise nothing bad with happen.
"Yeah I guess that would be okay." I went to grab the vial and a different syringe. I pushed the medication through her IV and gave her a new bag of fluid. I put it on a slow drip, her Blood pressure was normal for now.
"Is this supposed to be your bed, Edward?"
"Don't worry about it. I brought up the couch cushions from downstairs and I'm all set in the other bedroom."
Her eyes shot up to look at me, "Can you bring them in here and sleep? I don't want to be alone…..if it's too much to ask I understand." As she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes…please…I don't want to be alone…..when I wake up….."
"Alright then."
She was fast asleep; I went to fetch the cushions and blanket. I took them into the other bedroom and grabbed one of the many pillows left on the bed that Bella wasn't using.
I was exhausted. I thought it would be difficult to fall asleep. Lying on couch cushions inside a house I was being held prisoner in. But as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep engulfed me.