I was feeling nauseated, and I could feel myself trembling. The nausea was not only me trying not to vomit, but also the feeling, in the pit of my stomach, like I was ill, and the whole feeling was just me feeling like I was dying. Overall not a pleasant feeling to be experiencing. I dared to open my eyes, in hopes that seeing where I was, seeing that I was alive, would help with feeling.
I tried not to panic as I looked around the room. It was obviously a hospital I was in. So, when I tried to move I noticed I was strapped to a bed. Yup- the whole brown leather holding my hands and feet to the metal frame around the bed, like in movies. I tried to shake them off, but I couldn't. I tried some more and it started to hurt my wrists. I started to panic.
The heart monitor, I didn't notice I was hooked to, was beeping louder and frequently, as panic set in, making me notice the loud sounds it made. The sound made my head ache almost instantly, though it felt like it hurt before I even noticed there was any sound.
I knew I couldn't hold the bile that was rising up my throat and surely I started to dry gag all over the place.
A nurse, I presumed because of his scrubs, walked in just when I was dry gagging, trying to breathe and pulling on the restraints at the same time. He was a young guy, probably just a resident or a student, seeing his eyes go wide and beeping a thing, before coming to my side, didn't help my panic.
He uncuffed my legs first, and then my hands, just when he came in. That son of a bitch! All I saw was red suddenly. I wanted to slap him, but when I pushed the nurse aside to get up from the bed, I fell face down first. And suddenly, I vomited, right there on the floor. Just a bit of a liquid that burned my throat, and I again felt so ill, that I just stayed there, on the cold floor, pressing my face against it.
"Get me Dr. Jupero, ASAP, I'll take care of this." The bastard yelled at the nurse. I was getting dizzy, and I know it was because of the sadness but the sickness that was overcoming me didn't help.
She ran away, and I suddenly I felt cold hands over my face and body and I hated how welcoming it felt. "Bella, you overdosed earlier this night." He said in a soft voice.
I opened my eyes and looked in his golden ones.
Last birthday he tried to kill me, this- he was giving me news that I tried to do that myself, just as successfully as he had.
AN: Ah! Im excited for this Jasper/Bella story! Hope you are too lovelies.