This is my first official Fanfic that I will finish! I hope anyone who reads it loves it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its amazing characters.
There's nothing to do here some just whine and complain in bed in the hospital coming and going asleep and awake in bed at the hospital.
- Florence + The Machine, "Hospital Beds"
My eyes were weary from staring up at the ceiling so much. I couldn't think of anything better to do. Of course, I could take my medicine like a good girl and smile at the other patients. That wasn't me though. Never has been and never will be.
"Mrs. Porter, your sister is here." A blonde nurse said in a soothing voice. Of course, behind it was pity and impatient ness to leave but I didn't comment on that. Just nodded and tried not to close my eyes as my sister stepped in.
"You look horrible." My sister, Mia, said with a comforting smile.
"Thanks. Now when can I leave this sterilized hell hole?" My mouth was in a grim line. This place smelled so much like bleach and disinfectant, it wasn't funny at all.
"In a few days, I promise. The doctors said you are better…" She said quickly so not to make me angry and even more impatient.
1 Week Later
Freedom! Sweet freedom…and nature! No more bleach burning my nose or disinfectant burning my nose either. The smile slowly formed on my face as I rolled my wheelchair out to the car. Mia was happy too, she hated hospitals as much as I did. She helped me into the passenger side and folded up my wheel chair, putting it in the backseat.
"Finally, we are going back to New York." I said wistfully as I thought of my home. The horrid smell of sewage at the train station, street venders, pushy people. How I missed it all. Of course, those seem like cons but you come to love them after being deprived of it for a month.
"Erm…well…you see.." My sister laughed nervously, which made me look over, my eyes sharp and ready. She cleared her throat, "Jason and I bought a house, here in Washington."
"Where?! Why?!" My voice was loud and screechy as I stared at my sister with wide eyes.
She quickly said,"We didn't know how long we would be here! We sold that apartment and everything is in our new house…on the La Push reservation."
My eyes watered and I looked away. I shook my head, "We aren't even native! We aren't pale…but not native!"
"Jason is half Quileute and half Cherokee. He's a mutt but still part of the tribe. They've accepted him and us. We are going!" she said in a stern voice, something I've never heard.
My eyes stayed blurry the whole way, not even aware of the surroundings outside. Soon the car stopped and I blinked the salty tears away. We had stopped in front of a small brown house. Jason's black truck was in the driveway along with boxes. Mia got out the car while Jason came out to help me out the car and into my wheel chair. I, Jaeyn Dawn Porter, was utterly screwed.
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