DISCLAIMER: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I am just borrowing her characters for a bit. I will put them back mostly the way that I found them.
AN: I would like to thank my beta B. Andd for her wonderful work. She really makes my writing so much better.
Baseball Games
I was currently sitting next to Jessica at a baseball game she had dragged me to. This wasn't the first time this had happened and I didn't understand why she drags me to these things. I didn't understand baseball and never really enjoyed the games.
"Bella, don't you just love the way he looks when he is playing?" Jessica asked.
I looked to where she was looking at Mike Newton in Right Field, just standing there. I may not know much about base ball, but I do know enough to know that Right Field is where the coach puts the players when they just don't play well enough. "Yea, sure, Jess," I replied, "Hey, I am going to go get a drink." She didn't reply and I just got up and headed over to the Snack Shack. After getting a Diet Coke and fries from the Snack Shack, I decided to check out the Little League games.
As I walked up I saw someone with this mop of blonde hair, kneeled down and talking to a little boy on first base. When he stood up I realized that he was Jasper Hale. I sat down on the bleachers to watch a little of the game. Jasper really seemed to connect with the kids; he was actually smiling, not something that I saw a lot of at school. He looked so much more carefree when he was smiling. I was pulled out of my musing when one of the players on Jasper's team hit a pop up foul ball.
"HEADS UP!" all the players on the field yelled. I looked up just in time to see the ball hit me in the face and I fell back on to the people behind me.
"OW," I moaned after I landed on the lap of the person behind me.
"Are you okay, miss?" the person whose lap I was in asked me gently.
"I think so," I replied and I tried to sit up, but I felt dizzy and just stayed where I was. I looked up to see Jasper in front of me, grimacing and offering me his hand. I grasped it and sat up with his help. 'Sorry,' I said, 'Please go back to the game.' The dizziness was still there and I kept hold of his hand, afraid I would fall back over if I let go.")
He looked at me concerned for a moment. "Are you sure that you are okay?" he asked. He kneeled down in front of me and gently touched the bump on my forehead and kept a hold on me.
I looked up into his eyes. At the time, I just don't know what came over me, but I blurted out, "You have a really pretty voice."
He chuckled a little, "I think we should get you to the hospital, Bella" he gently pulled me to my feet and when I swayed he quickly put his arm around me. "Come on, my truck is over here," he said and led me to his car.
I looked up at him, "I… ah came with a friend; I should let her know what happened." I looked toward the fields where the high school was playing.
He looked down at me, "I will call her when we get in the car." Once we go to his truck he opened the door and helped me climb in. "Can I use your phone to call your friend?" he asked once he was in the truck.
I slipped it out of my pocket and handed it to him, "I was with Jessica Stanley; we were watching the high school game."
He nodded, once he found her number he started the truck and put the windows down a little. "Hello, Jessica," he took a short pause, "This is Jasper Hale, Bella caught a baseball with her face and I thought that it would be best to take her to the hospital." By this point we were already out of the parking lot, "Okay I will let her know". When he handed me back my phone he let his hand linger on mine for a moment longer then needed. "Jessica says that she will drop off your back pack at your house after the game."
I nodded.
"Yea, so how are you feeling?" he asked gently.
"I think that I am okay, still a little fuzzy and sleepy."
"Just don't go to sleep on me Bella."
This was the second time that he had used my name. I don't think that we have ever spoken so I asked, "How did you know my name?"
"Umm… everyone calls you Bella, did you not want me to?" he looked a little confused.
"No, its okay, we just have never spoken before now. I just thought that you never paid any attention to me."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "I have always noticed you Bella," he said and looked over at me and smiled softly. Before I could reply we were pulling into the ER parking lot.
He shut the truck off and he got out and was at my door, "Here we are Bella," he said.
When we got inside he told the nurse what had happened. She led us back to a room. After helping me up onto the table, Jasper sat down across the room. We just sat there for a moment until the Doctor came in.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen came into the room, "Hello, Bella dear, how are you?"
I could see Jasper tense, "I am a little fuzzy and sleepy," I replied softly.
"Well let's just get you checked out." Throughout the exam Jasper sat stiffly in his chair, glaring at Dr. Cullen. Once Dr. Cullen was finished with the exam he pulled up a chair next to the table.
"Well Bella, I think that you will be fine. You have a slight concussion and, I am sure, a big headache. Just take some over the counter aspirin and apply ice to the bump. You should be fine to sleep as long as you are able to wake up every three to four hours. Do you have someone who can make sure that you wake up?" he asked gently.
"Umm… my father is on a fishing/camping trip and won't be back until Monday afternoon," I replied, "I could always set an alarm."
"That could work. Why don't you see if you can text someone when you wake up, that way someone should know if you don't wake up," Dr. Cullen said.
"Oh… um… ok" I replied.
"Okay Bella, you are free to go. Just remember every three to four hours," he said while scribbling on my chart. "Jasper, I will see you at home later. Thank you from bringing Bella in," he said and turned to Jasper.
"You're welcome, Carlisle," he replied and walked over to me and offered me his hand. He gently helped me off the table. While we were leaving he slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow. Once we were in his truck he scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"What's this, Jasper?" I asked while opening the paper.
"It's my number I want you to text me every three hours, so that I know you wake up," he replied as he started the car and drove away from the hospital.
"I don't want to wake you up Jasper," I said, smiling softly at him.
"Don't worry, I don't sleep that much anyways."
I grabbed a pen out of my bag and scribbled my number on the bottom of the piece of paper. As I handed it to him I said, "I guess it is only fair that you have mine as well."
He smiled as he pulled up to my house.
