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Chapter 2- White Light
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I can hear a slight beeping sound that, by now, is starting to annoy me.
Am I in hell? I'm surely not in heaven.
Heaven wouldn't have this much pain.
I can feel my entire body throbbing with pain that is threatening to overcome me.
I try to see where I am but all I see in darkness surrounding me at every corner. Nothing. Blank.
What I am doing? Where am I?
"Carlisle."
My name? Who's calling me? I can hear it, but I can't see a thing.
"Carlisle!"
Yes? I try to answer but my throat closes up and I choke on my own words.
My body feels so utterly different and foreign. I don't feel like myself.
I concentrate harder as I try to remember what had happened.
Blood...and white?
The house! Bella! I tried to kill myself!
With that thought I remembered, I quickly opened my eyes, braking the invisible barrier.
It was a bright white light and a ceiling.
"Carlisle! You're awake!"
Edward. My dear son.
I see Edward lean over me to look down at me and take one of my hands in his.
I shiver slightly as I feel his cold hands upon mine.
"Ed-," I try to talk.
Before I could get a word out, I feel as though I'm suffocating. I start to choke as I try to breathe and feel a tube down my throat.
Edward immediately looks worried and turns away.
"Someone! I need a doctor!"
What? Where am I? The hospital?
Suddenly, as though right one time, my medical training kicks in.
A tube down my throat? I was intubated? (1) For what?
To my surprise, my eyes start to tear as the tube rubs against my throat and I start coughing.
I looked desperately to Edward, who turned back to me as a doctor entered the room.
He had long black hair that rested on his shoulder and he was wearing wire rimmed glasses around his brown eyes.
"Nice to see you awake, Mr. Cullen," he said to me as he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.
I just cough more, unable to answer at the moment.
"Let's get that tube out of your throat; shall we?," he said to me.
I opened my mouth, trying to stop coughing as he reached and took hold of the tube.
I gagged as he pulled the tube quickly, straight out of my throat.
"How does that feel?," the doctor asks.
"Better...," I say in a raspy voice.
"Good. You've been out for quite a while now. I'm Doctor Holsten. It's nice to meet you formally," he smiled and held out his hand.
I reach out and slowly shake his hand, unsure of where this was headed.
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Could you please excuse us for a few minutes? I'm his son and I'd appreciate it if I had some time alone with him," Edward said politely.
"Of course. Just let a nurse know when you're ready," Dr. Holsten smiled back.
He walked out of the room and pulled in the door behind him.
I was now alone with Edward.
I can still hear the beeping and my mind races for answers.
I was supposed to be dead. Alone in the dark pit of hell where I belonged.
I look down at my hands and see an IV attached to the top of my right hand while a pulse monitor is one the other.
How is it possible for a needle to go through my skin? And for me to have a pulse?
My mind goes into overdrive as my heart rate picks up and Edward looks at me deeply.
"Carlisle. I'm guessing that you understand already?," Edward asks me as he glances down to my hand.
Black spots dance in front of my eyes as reality hits me in the face like a ton of bricks.
I'm human.
(1.) intubation- used in medicine to help a patient breathe artificially. A plastic tube is placed down the throat, through the vocal chords and into one or both of the lungs to help respiration.
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