Yeah I know it's just a tad sadistic haha. Well anyway i hope you enjoy it.
FPOV
The pain was excruciating, voices reached my ears and I became aware of movement.
"How is he?" a male voice asked a hint of worry in his voice.
"He's weak but he'll make it. How are the others?" a different male voice asked.
"I just checked on them and they're fine. They are aware of the situation. I think they're asleep at the minute." The other voice replied.
"That's good they need their rest."
The voices began to fade and there was the sound of a door closing.
A while later I was aware of someone on the bed beside me. I tried to ask a question.
"Where am I?" I mumbled not sure if he could understand me. I tried to see the person but I couldn't open my eyes fully or even keep them part open. I managed to catch a glimpse of a man standing over me, he had blond hair.
"Please don't try to talk, you've been seriously hurt...." That's all I caught I just couldn't stay conscious. I blacked out.
I bolted upright with a scream after a nightmare. I was sweating and felt like I was sitting to close to a fire, as in nearly in it. I tried to stretch out my wings but found I couldn't. I panicked and threw back the covers to find my whole torso bandaged. Which explained why I couldn't move my wings. I began to panic even more but I reminded myself that it wouldn't help anything. I felt an odd tug at my hand as I moved to move my hair out of my face. To my shock I had an IV drip in my hand. I had a deadly fear of needles. I ripped it out and tried to stand.
There was an agonizing, searing pain in my stomach. As I looked down, my eyes widened and I took in a shocked gasp. As the blood spread throughout the clean white bandages I staggered towards the door. I heard footsteps rushing towards the room. It sounded echo-e and now that I thought about it my vision had begun to tunnel. I had the sensation of falling and as I saw the floor coming towards me, a pair of hands caught me.
"Carlisle!"
I was aware of myself being lifted into the bed. More rushing feet. I could feel the bandages being ripped off and a fresh IV being placed into my hand.
"He's opened his wounds. Pass me my bag I've got to stop this bleeding; also he appears to have a temperature."
After that I don't know what happened, whatever was in the IV knocked me out. And I was happy it did.
Everything hurt. I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was large with lots of overfull bookcases, medical equipment and of course me and the bed. There was an abnormally fast yet steady beep to my left; I noted it was my heartbeat on one of those scary hospital machines.
The noise of the heart monitor kept me calm, it was reassuring. I let out a sigh. How could this happen? Where were the others? Were they alright?
"The rest, if you're talking about your friends, are fine. They were downstairs with my mother, Esme, last I saw them, eating breakfast."A boy who looked little older than myself stated from a hidden corner of the room I hadn't noticed before now.
Of course me being on permanent high alert, I jumped out of the bed and made a run for the nearest window. Not easy when you're connected to, well everything – IV's, state monitors ect.
I heard a horrible ripping sound; it was the sound of skin ripping. I looked down in horror to find that the IV's needles had ripped out of my skin leaving long raged gashes up and down my arms.
My stomach was bleeding again. I began to feel faint and I knew what was coming.
I feel to my knees and with one hand holding my weight and the other clutching my stomach, I threw up all over the floor and fell sideways in agony, writhing in pain. I was shaking but refused to make a sound, my eyes were watering. I felt cold hands lifting me gently, so as not to jostle me, back to the bed. The hands rested on my forehead cooling my raging fever.
I was still violently shaking and thrashing, trying to get away from the pain that I knew I could never escape.
"Carlisle, I need you now." The boy sounded calm but I could hear an edge of panic in his voice.
Please R&R.