This is a new story I couldn't get out of my head last night. I am still continuing with quiet on the set but I like this story line also. Let me know if you do too.
The title is Italian for 'The Art of Dancing' Leave me Love
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BPOV
My name is Isabella Swan. I only recently started going by Bella. Mainly because my dad likes it.
I recently made the decision to move to Forks, Washington from Phoenix, Arizona.
I was a happy in Arizona, I had a few friends but my true passion was dance. My mother enrolled me into dance classes at the age of 5, when I first started them I was terrible at it, I tried to quit but my mom would let me. So now I am a dance veteran at the age of 18.
I graduated half a semester early from high school because lets face it high school sucks and who wouldn't want to get the fuck out ASAP?!
Like I said I was happy in Arizona, but I felt like I was missing out on something, and that something was my dad. I have never been close to my dad but I still loved him more than anything. He tried as hard as he could to be the best dad he could be. He succeeded in more ways than he knew, I know that I had one of the best dad you could ask for even if I only spent 3 months a year with him. I wanted to come up and spend a summer with him before I went away for school, we had the plans made, he had updated my old room since last summer and said he couldn't wait to surprise me with it.
I was tying up loose ends when my mother had called me, she said that I needed to come home as soon as I could and that's exactly what I did.
I came home to see my mother with her head in her hands and sobbing silently. I had never seen my mother cry because of anything sad but man was she a happy tear lady.
I looked over to my step-dad Phil for any kind of hint of what was going on but I got a shrug and a shake of his head. So I went over towards my mother and bent down on my knees to take her face out of her hands so I could see what was so upsetting.
At first she couldn't get anything out, I tried to calm her down as best I could but she was hiccupping and sobbing hard still. About 10 minutes of her trying to calm down she was finally able to speak.
"Oh Isabella, I am so sorry. I g-got a call from Billy your dads friend. He's been s-shot Izz SHOT!"
"Mom what do you mean? He is ok though right?"
"No baby he is in a coma."
"Mom I gotta go I'm sorry but I need to get to dad."
"I know, your flight leaves in 3 hours."
If you would have told me and hour ago that I would feel like my world would be crumbling by the end of the day I would have never believed it.
So I did what I knew I had to I went up to my room grabbed a duffel and started throwing as much shit as I could in it. I didn't need anything but clothing everything else I could buy when I got there. It took me 20 minutes to get packed. I knew I had to hurry, I couldn't miss this flight.
"Mom I'm sorry to do this to you but can you and Phil take me, I don't know when I am going to break down but I don't want to do it while driving."
"No baby that's fine lets go Phil."
We settled in the car and all I could do is stare out the window.
I was remembering all the things I had always done with my dad. I remember when we would go out on the lake or the river and he would fish while I would just gab on and on. I remember when I was little and he wanted to dance with me, he started off propping my feet on his but the last time I went for a visit, I got him to bust out some old school moves, I had never laughed so hard in my laugh when he busted out the sprinkler.
I smiled at all the memories floating through my head. I knew deep down he would be fine. I knew he would be, he had to be.
When we pulled up to the airport I kissed my mom and Phil on the cheek and ran to where my airline check in was. I went through security and check in, in a total daze. I can't even remember how I sat down. I looked at my phone noticing no missed calls. I just sat there totally blank until I heard the lady on the speaker system saying that they were ready to start boarding.
I walked up there, went through the gate and sat in my seat still feeling…numb. I was brought out of my stupor when I felt us starting to taxi down the runway.
As we were taking off I had this nagging feeling that this trip would mean more to me than I could ever imagine. I didn't know if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling.
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EPOV
I was towards the end of my shift when I got a page from the E.R. saying they needed a trauma surgeon. I was tired and exhausted but I really didn't have a choice so I went to prep for whatever surgery was waiting for me.
This was my first year of residency here at Forks General. I chose this Hospital and this town because this is where my family was, I had gone to Med School in Chicago and I loved it there but I still wasn't as happy as I know I could be. I missed my family, I had never been this far away from my brother and sister or my parents for such a long time and I hated it. So I did what I knew I had to and moved back here.
It has been a good decision for me. I live less than 10 minutes away from my whole family. I have been able to watch my nieces and nephews grow from infants to toddlers and it has been amazing.
Here at Forks that biggest traumas that we get are car accidents, bike accidents and hunting accidents and that's pretty much it, it's a bit boring but it's better than dealing with dozens of gun shot victims and over doses and god knows what else from big-city living.
So imagine my surprise when I find out that we have a gunshot victim coming in. He was shot 3 times, once in the shoulder, once in the chest and once near the stomach. I knew this could very well be it for this person. I scrubbed in frantically and got in my dressings to head into the O.R.
I looked at the man on my table and recognized him as Chief Swan. I was merely acquainted with him, but I knew from brief meetings and from what my parents had told me he was a good man.
I accessed the injuries as best as a I could. I noted that the most serious gun shot was the one near his stomach, many people bleed out quickly from being shot in the abdomen so I knew I needed to work fast. In a few minutes I was able to find the bullet. Luckily it seemed the bullet had not hit any major organs or arteries so it was pertinent of me to remove it as quickly as possible and get the blood to stop. I had one of the nurses start dressing the would and getting the blood to stop while I went to the next serious which was his chest, another lucky bullet, it was a clean in and out it was on his far right side. He would have some serious damage to the muscles and tissue but hopefully it could be helped or healed while physical therapy. Last but not least was the shoulder which ironically enough caused the most damage. The bullet had shattered the bones in he should and also ripped through the muscles. This arm would need extensive repair, my main concern right now though is to make sure that I have the bullet out so that specialists can come in and assess the damage that has been done.
Time flew by while I was working on Chief Swan, when I finished my last suture I looked at the clock and noted it had been 6 hours in the O.R. , While working on the Chief I wasn't sure if I wanted to put him in a short term medicinally induced coma or let him work it out while he was awake. By the time the surgery was over, I had decided a coma would be best. He would more than likely be in and out of surgery for at least the next week, and he would heal quicker if he was asleep.
When the nurses had rolled him out of the O.R. and headed towards ICU I knew my job was done.
I didn't know if anyone would be out in the waiting room for him or not but I knew I had to at least look.
When I got out there I had called for any family of the Chief. A tall Native American boy stood up and pushed a man in a wheel chair over.
"Are you the family of Chief Swan?"
"Yes, we are until his daughter gets here."
"Ok well I will fill you in on what's going on right now. Chief Swan was shot 3 times , chest shoulder and abdomen. I was able to remove the bullets and stop the bleeding, however because of extensive damage in his should I put him in a medicinally induced coma to help with the healing. I don't know how long he will be like that but its what is best."
They both nodded their heads and murmured a thank you.
I was even more exhausted than ever and I knew I needed to get o home and go to bed. I went and took a quick shower to wake myself up a but and then rushed out to my car and home.
I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow.
