Yo, I got this idea while re-reading Twilight, again. I am slightly obsessed with it! LOL! Anyway, it's really short. And the writing style is my own. Anyway, if you like it, I'll continue it! Please R&R!
BTW, I was thinking of also making a little Midnight Sun version of this. If ya know what I mean. TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE!!!!!! REVIEW TO MAKE ME HAPPY!
Sadly, I don't own Twilight, or Edward. *sigh* Too bad :((
Bella's POV obviously.
I was dicing the chicken, totally absorbed in thoughts of Edward Cullen, when I felt a sharp cut. "Ah!" I screamed a little at the sight of my hand. It was bleeding, bad. Great! I have to go back to the emergency room. I checked my hand, all five fingers still in place, but two cut deeply, and hurting like heck! I grabbed a towel from under the sink, wrapping it around my hand. I turned the oven off, and grabbed my truck keys. I ran out the door, almost losing my balance on the stairs and slipping. Luckily, I caught myself.
I fast walked into the hospital. There was a nurse in the waiting room. She saw me, and rushed over. "What happened?" She asked, looking from my blood covered pants, to the completely soaked towel. "I cut my hand pretty bad. I think down to the bone." I responded, wincing in pain as she unwrapped the towel to look at my hand. "You cut it pretty bad. Come with me." She led me down the little hallway, and into a room. "What's your name, dear?" She asked before calling a doctor in. She had to be one of the only people in town who didn't know my name. "Bella Swan." I asked, before I was bombarded with questions from the doctor. Then I was rushed off to get stitches.
I was sitting in the room, all stitched up, waiting for Charlie, when Dr. Cullen came into the room. I sighed inwardly. "Well Bella, I can't say I'm glad to see you in here again. He stood over my bed, looking over my newly stitched hand. "What can I say, I'm a klutz." I said, shrugging slightly. He laughed a very handsome laugh, and then said, "I just got a call from your father, he says that he will be here shortly." He took a step away from my bed. "Thank you." I smiled at him. "Your welcome." And with that, he left. Now, all my thoughts back on Edward. This was becoming obsessive. Eh, well, there was nothing more interesting to think about. Or, more satisfying.
Yeah, obviously this is very short. And pretty much pointless. Anyway, please review and make my day! Also, tell me if I should continue this, or make a version of it from Edward's POV. Then, you'd get to find out what he was doing, and what Carlisle did when he got home that night! :) ooh!