A.N. what am I ever doing
Disclaimer: Ohai. No, still don't own it.
Chapter 2:
I struggled out of my hospital bed I had been confined in, and wobbled to the edge of the bed, where the medical chart was hanging. "Hmm," I murmured, relieved that Bella had been a genius, although a self deluded and obsessive one. I actually recognized what these terms meant.
"It seemed that the only change from canon was that I had been in a two month coma of all things, following a "fall" that broke my leg and gave me a head injury. I was going to have Carlisle about that in private, because it absolutely reeked of a cover up of what really happened.
I was thankful, however, that the two months had been enough to heal my leg.. or had it? As I considered this, I realized the scars from the clumsiness of constant cooking for Renee (a necessity); Knife cuts, usually, from chopping; across my hands had fades, as much as any other scar I had obtained in my lifetime.
All that was left was a silver crescent on my arm. The bite mark was glittering much as Edward's skin did, and had the appearance of a moon tattoo, in all actuality. It was not all that unpleasant in aesthetics.
But I also noticed, as I moved, the pain in my nerves eased, like a flu bug being worked out. It simply felt like exercise muscle pain, at this point.
And I really needed to pee, I realized. I was not about to ask for a bedpan of all things, the humiliation of it! I carefully unplugged my heart rate monitor and wheeled the iv rack over to the adjoined bathroom.
(What? Did you think I was going to dramatically pull out my iv? No way José! That'd freaking hurt!)
When washing up, I took some time to look at myself in the mirror. I was, thankfully, no surreal super beauty, inhuman in perfection. No super craving of blood, no gold/red/black eyes.
I didn't particularly want to be a vampire, either. Appearance wise, it was so false, and seriously, Vampirism is so Mary Sueish. But at least I looked relatively healthy, which was a surprise, because from my memory, Bella wasn't all that healthy, being slightly above average weight, a pallored skin, and mild acne. (oh the things the movies and books don't tell you!)
She didn't really take care of herself at all. (she, I, that was going to get confusing)
I didn't, however, mind the super pretty eyes I had. As Bella, I already had nice eyes, but now the brown was accented with a red tint and gold streaks. I was also extremely pleased my acne was completely gone.
That was one thing to be pleased about at least.. I never really had excessive acne in my original body, I wasn't about to put up with it here.
'Why had Edward liked Bella again?' I wondered. It certainly wasn't appearance, and they had been squishing and repressing anything vaguely resembling independence since they had met her. 'Oh yea, she smelled tasty, and was a novelty.'
A hesitant knock on the door startled me out of my observation. "Bella?" Charlie worriedly called. "Are you in there?"
"Yea Dad!" I called back, forgoing Bella's normal designation of calling him by his first name. "I'm coming out now!"
I was incredibly thankful full time patients had something a bit less revealing than hospital gowns, I thought about distractedly, as I slipped out to my Dad.
Somehow, the fond memories seemed so much more valuable than whatever Bella had with Edward, I thought, as I looked into my father's loving eyes, his body haggard from grief and loss of rest.
Charlie took me gently in his arms, trying to be the tough macho stable father he always tried to portray. Tear drops hitting my head belay that composure, however, when he spoke. "I thought I was going to lose you forever," Charlie said, in a soft, wavering voice.
"Never," I promised my father, turning my head to give Carlisle a steady gaze. The vampire watched back, his poker face impassive.
My father finally let me go, and he frowned slightly. "I'm going to call your mother," he said, with disapproval in his voice. "She couldn't be here." "But I could," his silent accusation obvious to both of us.
Charlie left, and I was alone with the good Doctor, wondering how I was going to cope with this ridiculous mess.
"Why meeeee?! "
A.N. I still don't know.
