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"Micah, Micah! Stop, please!" I squealed as Micah uley tickled my side relentlessly.
"What's the magic word?" he taunted. I knew he was having fun with this.
"Pl-please?" I wheezed out in between breaths.
"Nu-uh. You know what I mean." And I did, but I was just enjoying having his hands on me. Two could play at this game.
"No, I d-don't think I-I d-do" It was a rare warm day in La Push, so I had gone outside to enjoy it. I was in my favorite yellow sundress that I could rarely wear without a cardigan, and was laid out on a blanket with my eyes closed, relishing the warmth of the sun's rays. It was sudden when I felt a warm hand brush a stray lock of hair off my face. I peeked open one eye and peared over at the single most gorgeous human being possible.
"Hello, beautiful." Micah smiled.
"Hello, sexy." I giggled turning over to my side and resting my head on my hand, mirroring him.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.
"Yes, just passing time till you got off patrol. I missed you." I scooted over and rested my head on his chest and he laid back and wrapped me in his arms.
"I was only gone for two hours." He chuckled.
"I know. And all 120 minutes of it was hell." He laughed.
"I'm sure it was." Then, whatever possessed him to poke my side, caused a burst of laughter out of my mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did that tickle?" Everyone knew that I was notoriously ticklish. And they used it to their advantage too.
"MICAH!"I squeeled, pulling myself from his grasp and running; but, of course, with his wolf-abilities, he had me pulled down on the ground and locked underneath him, straddling me.
"Okay, then I guess I'll have to find someone else to give this to…" he replied sitting up, only pausing to pull a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels from his coat pocket. My favorite
"NO! No, I-I love you, Micah! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" I screamed reaching for the bag of chocolate-y goodness. He laughed yanking it back slightly out of my reach. I pouted.
"You love me….or the pretzels?" He cocked one eyebrow.
"Right now? The pretzels. Now gimme!" I demanded. And he obeyed, climbing off of me.
"Damn, girl. You bossy."
"No, I'm hungry!" I tore into the bag of heaven.
"That's because you didn't eat breakfast." He gave me a stern look.
"I Wasn't hungry!"
"You're never hungry lately."
"I am now!" I returned, shoving a handful into my mouth like a neanderthal.
"I love you" he randomly replied after a few minutes of nothing but silence. He reached over to wipe some chocolate off the corner of my mouth. I looked over at him. He had a soft, adoring smile on his face. I melted.
"I love you, too." I leaned over to give him a quick kiss. But he quickly pulled me down on top of him and made the kiss much more passionate-filled than I expected.
"Mmm…those pretzels are good." He replied jokingly.
"I told you. Want some?"
"Naw, I got them for you."
"Thanks by the way. You're the best. You spoil me, I sware!" He smiled widely at that.
"That's my job, isn't?"
"Yeah, but doesn't this imprint thing work both ways? I'm obviously lacking!"
"Hardly, you've given me more than anyone could ever possibly imagine." I snorted.
"Yeah right! Like what?"
"Like existing." And then Micah says things like that and I know I'm the luckiest girl in the world. "Breathing, smiling, laughing, being happy…loving me…thank you."
"Anytime." I laughed, pulling him down on me again by fistfuls of his hair, and he gladly complied. This time it was a little too steamy for the public eye, as we mingled tongues, explored each other with our hands, and ate hungrily at each other.
"Kal! Kal, stop playing tonsil hockey and get in here! It's dinner time!" I was faintly aware of my youngest brother, Kai, yelling from the back door. But, neither of us cared. That is, until I heard a deeper, gruffer voice that was much closer.
"Kallie Shania Purser, I prefer you not get knocked up in our backyard, in eyesight of your brothers! Hell, in eyesight of me!" My father bellowed. Just to tick him, I hitched my leg around Micah, pulling him back down on top of me, as he was trying to scatter off.
"Kal, are you trying to get me killed?" Micah whispered stressed, as I kissed up and down his neck.
"Of course not, just bugging my dad." I replied, fully aware that Daddy could hear everyword.
"Uh, no offense, but couldn't you bug your dad by hiding the remote ten minutes before a game, or throwing out all the beers, or something like that? Not risking my life?" I huffed.
"Fine." I replied, releasing him, allowing him to get up.
"Thank you." He jumped up quickly, straightening out his thin, worn shirt. I slowly got up as well and followed him inside, walking by dad.
"Oh, hey, daddy! When did you get home from work? It's a little early, isn't it?" I asked, pretending to be completely oblivious to the previous interaction.
"Ughhh…you're gonna be the death of me! I told you we should've locked her up three years ago, Kim!" My dad bellowed, running a hand down his young-looking face. He had stopped phasing when Kai was born, but still looked incredibly young, as did the rest of the pack.
"Love you, Daddy!" I reached up to peck his cheek.
"Mmm." He grunted, following me into the dining room to sit.
After talking about our day and fixing our plates, Mom noticed that I wasn't eating.
"Kal, aren't you hungry, dear?"
"No, ma'am, not really. But I just ate nearly half a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels, so that probably filled me up." She didn't look so sonvinced.
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Okay, but you've gotta start eatin more! I'm worried about you. When you are eating, you're puking it up hours later! I'd sware you had an eating disorder if you didn't love food so much!" It was true, lately I just couldn't hold down anything. I had lost weight and was looking a little frail.
It's probably nothing, I told myself, It's just a phase.
6 weeks later…
It was a cold, chilly night and everyone was gathered around the bonfire with plates of food. It was tradition in the pack to meet together the last week of every month to tell the legends, but also meet up whenever they felt like it, just to socialize. Tonight was one of those nights.
Evan sat me strumming his guitar as I sang along. This was a regular concurrence ever since I was old enough to make coherent words. My parents sware that I didn't 'speak' my first word, I sang it. I don't know why, but I was just born with a voice, and the ability to show it off without much apprehension. I still got nervous in front of large groups of people I've never met before, but I held my voice steady and never wavered. I've sung in small theaters, in competitions, for fun at karaoke when my family and friends would force me up there, and even had recorded before. My Dad always tells me one day I'll be the biggest selling artist on Billboard. I always roll my eyes and tell him he's biased. But I knew I could sing well.
I tended to sing a variety of songs, all depending on my mood, from country, pop, rock, jazz, and even a little oldies. Tonight, I was in a fun mood, but had a growing sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was singing Kerosene by Miranda Lambert, when it really came on strong, in a wave of dizziness. But I finished the song in my usual vigor, then excused myself to get refreshments. I trudged through the wet sand and rocks over to the table of drinks and grabbed myself a cup of ice, filling it up with water. I never like soda; the taste or the carbonation.
After guzzling two cups of water, the world started spinning faster it seemed as I walked back over to the logs where everyone sat. I felt like my limbs where heavy and I had no control over my body. I tripped over my own foot and fell down in what seemed like slow motion. When I hit the ground, it wasn't soft, but very hard; very rocky. It hurt and a whine escaped my lips before I heard silence, then scattering of feet on the wet sand towards me. Micah's voice was the last thing I heard before solid blackness.
I awoke to warmth and opened my eyes to see the pitch black fog that always covered the sky. We could rarely see the stars. Which really upset me, because I loved the stars, so on nights when the sky was clear, I'd sneak out my window and climb over from my windowsill to the roof besides me and lay on the roof till morning.
"Oh, thank God! K-Kallie, are you okay, baby?" Micah stuttered from above me. I realized then that my head rested in his lap, the rest of my body on the log he was sitting on. I tried to sit up, but Micah pulled my entire body into his arms so I couldn't move. I saw mom and dad hurry over as well as Aunt Emily and Uncle Embry (who had a medical degree and worked the ER at Forks).
"Wha-what…happened?" I mumbled, rubbing my forehead where it was sore.
"That's what I was gonna ask you." He chuckled, but the nervousness on his face didn't subside.
"I don't know. I haven't felt right all day…I just got extremely dizzy."
"Something's not right, Kallie." He said what I'd known all along. For at least the past two months.
"I know, I know."
6 days later...
The smell of sanitizer and medicine filled my nose in a powerful stench. I scrunched my nose up in distaste. I truly hated the smell of hospitals, yet I loved hospital. Not all hospitals, just the really big ones; they seem to be busier, obviously, and take care of cooler, stranger, more exciting cases than the smaller, local ones. That's why I had been sent to Seattle Children's Hospital. Because my pediatrician was utterly confused; or, at least, that's what she led us to believe. I could see it, and pretty sure Mom Dad could see through her as well, that she fully knew what was wrong. And that's just it. Something was wrong. My family had finally had enough last Monday morning. It was Spring break and was another clear day. I was racing to the cliffs with my brothers (I'm the only girl in the family, making me a total tom-boy, but that doesn't mean I don't like to dress up or be girly every now and then) like we've done ever since we were little. Kaleb, my twin who happened to be a werewolf, always lets me win; and our younger brother, Kason (who was eager to phase soon), always complains that it's cheating. The past 6 months, however, it seemed as though it was harder to keep up, as it was in everything. I was out of breath a quarter of the way there, and I was only in a brisk jog, though I was giving it all.
That night I had another scheduled performance since my first single was released on the internet two weeks ago. But this was, hands down, the largest. I had given my family all hugs as they were ushered off to their seats, my dad with a proud smile on his face. Micah stayed back with me to settle my nerves until we shared a quick kiss and I went out on stage.
I was half-way through my performance, when the same dizzy-spell came on again and before I knew it, my words were slurring. I could hear my dad from the front row shouting at security over the low bass beating from the speakers and saw Micah fighting past security from backstage as he pushed them out of his way and rushed over to catch me just as my body fell limp to the ground. Needless to say, the show was ended early and I was sent home sore, tired, and disappointed.
Later that night, my previous fall hardly forgotten and a low ebbing ache like I'd ran a marathon reminding me every move I made, I was undressing for a shower. That's when I noticed it. A large, dark purple color that covered my entire lower back, along with a few scrapes and Kaleb's fingers on my upper arm. I almost vomited by the grotesque hue of it, not believing that this was my skin. I had had a few prior to that bruise, but this one was different; it was worse.
"Mom, Dad!" I called, holding a large towel around my body. Dad came storming out of the kitchen with mom not far behind him, meeting me half-way up the stairs, Micah running down behind me rubbing his eyes. He'd refused to leave the house tonight, to ensure I was alright, but ended up falling asleep on my bed.
"What? What's wrong sweetheart?" mom asked.
"Are you okay, baby girl?" Dad asked, grabbing my chin and giving me a once over to see if there was any visual sign of indication.
"I don't know." I slowly unwrapped my towel, careful to cover my front, not caring that I was revealing my entire backside to my father and Micah.
I heard a few intakes of breath. It was silent for a moment, until I felt warm fingertips brush my low hip.
"Kal, what the hell is this?" my Father asked, appalled. I let a few tears loose.
"I don't know, Daddy. I didn't fall that hard. Micah caught me, see?" I asked, pointing to my left arm with my free hand.
"Oh my God, Kallie, I swear to Hell that I didn't mean to grab you that hard." Micah said, analyzing my arm.
"I know you didn't. And your grip wasn't that hard. I promise. Beside's this is the fourth one within 6 months."
"But, this one's worse," he spoke my thoughts exactly.
"If it's not better by morning, I'll take you to see Dr. William's, okay?" Mom said.
By the next morning, when I had changing into a pair of skinny's, a frilly tank, and a cardigan, that bruise was still there, but worse. This time it was almost black and I have to admit, I actually did empty out the contents of my stomach. I had breakfast with my mom and Micah and of course mom made me show them. Micah urged (well, more like ordered) my mother to take me to the doctor and he came along with us. The doctor was worried, but when we told him it was the fourth one within 6 months, hi eyes grew cold and distant, and I knew then that this serious. Now, we are here. Me, in a hardly-descent hospital gown laying down flat on my stomach on an uncomfortable hospital cot and my family all with me. My mom and dad were in the chairs aligning the wall and my brothers in the waiting room (probably) pacing. I could see them in my mind and it was a rather funny site. My head was turned sideways on the patent seat so I could stare at Micah who sat right beside me with a worried grimace, yet encouraging smile. When the doctor came in, he squeezed my hand more firmly than before, his eyes boring into my eyes as they had been for the past 30 minute's non-stop.
"Alright, Mrs. Purser, I'm Dr. Stilzer. I hear you've been having abnormal bruising for the past 6 months as well as dizziness, tiredness, and lack of appetite, correct?"
The answers went on like this for a good hour or so, then he had Micah untie my gown (since he was closest) and I slid it to my sides, still on my stomach. He pocked and prodded and came to the assumption that I should have a bone marrow sample and blood tests done. Though, he was careful not to mention for what. He let us do them today while we were in town, and mom and dad let Micah go back to have them take the sample (although I assumed it was because they wanted to speak with the doctor without my presence). After crying, screaming, and wailing my way through the bone marrow sample (I thought I was going to die) I gave blood and we went back to the hotel, where I ended up sleeping in Micah and my brother's room, in Micah's bed, still fully clothed. I was exhausted...
Then, the next week the doctor called and requested that we make the drive back to Seattle to discuss my results and options. I knew then that it was bad. Kaleb, Kason, and Kai couldn't make it, due to school, but Micah insisted on coming as expected. So, here I am now...walking back to the doctor's office to talk. My parents were ahead of Micah and me, so he quickly leaned down and pecked my lips before we sauntered into the room and seated ourselves.
After some gibberish I couldn't understand, came the one word I knew: Leukemia. Time froze. Mom clutched dad's body for support and looked rather faint, Daddy himself looked pale and I could've sworn I saw tears in my big bad wolf of a father's eyes. But the worst reaction by far was Micah's. He broke into sobs...never in my life have I seen the boy cry...NEVER...not even as kids...but, here he was, my 6 foot 4 man of pure muscle-y mass, bawling like a baby into his hands. But me, I just sat there. Calm as ever. Even on the ride home. When we stopped to eat. Then we stopped for gas. Then at the hotel...through the lobby, the elevator...but when I shut the door to the bathroom, I broke like Micah did. I cried and cried. I knew they could hear me, but they let me be to figure this all out. Sometime after my breakdown I must've blacked out because I awoke to warm, burly arms lifting me up.
"Micah?" I asked groggily, wiping my eyes.
"Shh...I'm here baby. I always will be. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed my cheek as he laid us both down onto the bed and I curled into his body where I was safe.
Wish I could say the same thing I thought...
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PS-Kallie Purser is Jared & Kim's daughter. She has three brothers:a twin-Kaleb, Kameron-14, and Kai-7...and Micah is Sam & Emily's son. He has one brother and a little sister: Evan and Charlie (short for Charlotte)
