Author's Note: My first Twilight Fan Fiction. In fact, my first fan fiction ever. I want to make all these chapters short because I have a short attention span, and I think that many of you do too. So please enjoy, and reviews are love. 3 Ally
Disclaimer: Until I think of something creative, this will have to do. I do not own Twilight or any characters of Twilight. I do own Ally though.
Lucky wristband, check. Lucky glove, check. Lucky bat, check, I thought to myself as I packed my bag of softball equipment. Perhaps I'm overly superstitious, but I wasn't taking any chances for my first practice of the season. I've gotten hurt way to many times playing softball, mostly due to the fact that I'm a klutz and a catcher. Those two things really don't work well together. I was just playing it safe, but boy had I known what was coming at that softball practice.
After warm-ups and introductions, Coach Fin told us to make a line and he would throw us high-pops to practice catching with two-hands. I caught my first few relatively well, only dropping one, and felt completely ready for the next ball. Coach Fin tossed one, and let's just say, that the ball missed my glove and smacked me in the mouth and nose, causing my nose to bleed profusely. That was fun to clean up.
After finally stopping all the bleeding, Coach Casey said that my nose might be broken and I should call my mom to take me to the hospital to get X-Rays. He's an EMT and coaches softball on the side, so he knows what he is talking about. I called my mom and she picked me up and soon I found my way to Forks Community Hospital.
After an incredibly boring wait in the waiting room, and another incredibly boring wait for the doctor to show up in the ER, I finally was seen. A blond haired man that looked to be about 23 in a pure white lab coat finally pulled back the curtain; his eyes were golden in color, and they twinkled slightly. He introduced himself as Dr. Cullen. He was the type of doctor that my best friend Emma would call "Dr. McDreamy."
"Allison," he said as he read his clipboard. "Ally," I mumbled. "Well, Ally," he said, checking my vitals, "nothing was broken and you'll be just fine, but I'm glad you came in. You never mess with back, head, and neck injuries, even minor ones," he advised. "Thank you," I mumbled again, and soon left, headed for the car, my mom trailing behind me.
I never quite forgot Dr. Cullen. My 12 year old season of softball went just fine, as did my 13 year old. But, oh, my 14th year was one I'd never forget.