I didn't mention it, but I am uploading three chapters today, just to see how you guys like it and if anybody is even going to read past the first chapter.
Emmett sat up in his hospital bed, frustrated and bored. With his ankle twisted, he was unable to do what he wanted to do and his doctor was over the top with everything he did. 'I don't even think mom is this... this overprotective? Or whatever about me. Could have sworn he was my father with the way he's acting.' Emmet thought rolling his eyes. Reaching for his phone, he started another round of the most addictive game he had ever come across... Candy Crush.
His eyes flickered across the screen as he looked at each and every possible move he could make, trying to predict what would happen if he did what before he made his moves. He didn't realise how much time he spent playing the game, unconsciously plugging his phone into the charger to continue playing. His progress brought to a halt at the current level that he was at, seeming to mock him with a victory. He had tried almost everything he could think of, but he just couldn't get all the chocolate and liquorish gone with the moves he got. There was also no way he was going go pay in order to win. If his thoughts were broadcasted at that moment, it would make a sailor blush at the use of language.
"Mr. McCarty, playing games for 7 hours straight is excessive and could cause health issues." His nurse scolded him.
Looking up, directly into her eyes he spoke. "What causes health issues is being restrained in bed without anything to do. I can at least exercise my mind this way."
"I have yet to see any improvements on your mental capacity Mr. McCarty."
"Ouch, that's a low blow." He said chuckling.
Rolling her eyes, the nurse checked him over, making sure nothing would hamper his recovery. She had trouble believing the man she was talking to had been crushed between two trucks without dying or being critically injured. Her eyes roamed over the skin of his legs, not seeing a single scar or blemish on it, which made her question if he had really lived and played football at all.
"Your looking at my leg longer than normal, see anything you like? Hmm?" he asked teasingly.
"No, I'm just having trouble believing you were in an accident without any wounds or scars on your skin." She said looking up at him.
"Your not the only one. I remember the truck suddenly being next to me and the impact that sent me flying into the truck standing there before being rammed by the truck again. There was no pain, just a bit of pressure and discomfort. I was exhausted for some reason and I could barely move at the time, but I decided to wait for somebody to get me out of that prison." Emmett explained as he sat up.
Once he felt comfortable again, he continued his recollection of the event. "For some reason, I felt this odd surge lf anger while I was trapped there, but when the two trucks came apart I heard somebody shout he's alive and felt this sudden relief flood my system and blacked out. I woke up in the hospital later that day with Dr Asper asking me all sorts of questions."
"That's odd, but I am certain that it's not the strangest thing that has happened." She said. "You can leave tomorrow morning, but wait for Dr Asper to give you the go ahead first. Goodnight Mr. McCarty."
"Goodnight." He replied and laid back down, going thru Google Playstore looking for more games.
He didn't realise when he had fell asleep that night, nor when he had put his phone in his drawer. His dreams had been about his accident, how it should have happened, but how it had happened. His subconscious was trying to make sense of it, but was failing miserably, leaving him with the feeling that he had missed something when he woke up the next morning. This however didn't stop him from being excited and cause all sorts of mischief seeing that it was his last few hours in the hospital.
Jacob was pushing himself in the gym, going above what he would normally do and not focussing on a particular part of his body like he normally would. Sweat made his black hair cling to each other making his already spiky hair even spikier, yet he paid no attention to it nor the sweat that caused his shirt to become wet. His mind was focused on what he had done the day of the accident.
He had known he was strong, but the wholes and miniature craters he left in the parking lot was above what he knew he was able to do. He had read into more theories of super human feats being achieved by people, but even then his strength he exhibited was extreme. There was also the small factor of his skin bot being broken when he had done that, which also added to the mystery. He wasn't studying physiology and psychology for the heck of it, but neither of those fields seemed to have the answer he was seeking.
Jake sighed and walked out of the gym and took a quick shower to refresh himself. He headed out to meet Jasper and Edward at the Café nearby, using the walk to relax a bit more. His thoughts drifted back to his coach and how he had ranted and complained about Emmett being off the team due to his injuries. It irritated him that his coach would actually be mad at Emmett for getting almost killed, the irritation quickly turned into anger when he saw one of the same companies trucks drive past him.
A waving hand caught his attention, causing the anger to flee his system like a seal would from a shark. Raising an eyebrow at what Edward was wearing, he made his way over to his two bickering friends. Jasper grabbed Edwards shirt rubbing the material between his fingers and laughing, not that Jake could blame him, with Edward wearing a shirt that was not only hawaiian, but also had 'Boy Toy' written on it.
"Do I want to know what happened?" Jake asked with a silly grin plastered on his face.
"Rosalie made me wear it. We had a bet and I lost." Edward grumbled.
"Have you not realised it by now, that bets with my sister are always rigged or she knows something you don't know." Jasper said.
The three had breakfast, Jake enjoying a rather large breakfast while Edward barely ate anything with his coffee. Jasper sat watching in amusement as people pulled disgusted faces at the way Jake ate, the small grin on his face never seeming to falter. Once they were done, they left the restaurant to pick up Emmett at the hospital. Jasper had picked up Edward and with Jake just a block away from the café it worked out perfectly for the three to go pick up their friend at the hospital.
On their way to the hospital, Jasper's phone rang so he passed it to Edward. Frowning when he saw it was Emmett's number, he answered the phone.
"Hey Em, Jas is driving." Edward said.
"Okay, but whatever you do, do not bring my stuff with you. That crazy nurse is ganna confiscate it."
"What stuff are you talking about?" Edward asked concerned.
"My candy! My glorious wonderful sweet candy! That psycho is going to take them al away."
Edward seemed to be thinking about something deeply, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. On the one hand, he knew Emmett had a serious addiction to candy, one that could possibly lead to health issues later in life, but on the other hand, it was one of the only bad habits he had. 'What exactly did Emmett do to have the nurses confiscate candy?'
"Uh... Sure."
"Thanks Eddie, your a real hero." Emmett replied and hung up.
Jake looked at Edward once and looked at the bag he had. "Are they confiscating his candy again?"
Raising an eyebrow, Edward asked. "Again? What do you mean again?"
"He got caught eating 6 packs of Jellybeans and talking to his Kitkat..."
Surprised that they actually didn't take him to a mental ward, Jasper shrugged and shook his head.
"One day they are going to put him in a mental institution. He should really stop talking to is candy." Jasper remarked. "Even if it's hilarious when he does it."
A few mintues later they found Emmett in the front lobby waiting impatiently for them, his fingers tapping against his biceps and the look on his face foretelling the story of his boredom. Jake's eyes immediately went to his left leg that was supposed to be injured, yet he was walking as if nothing had happened to him. It could be that it had been a bit bruising that made it seem like he had a sprain, yet that was highly unlikely.
"What took you guys so long? I am bored to tears over here and you guys decide to stroll. Do you know how sad it is to be bored? Extremely sad!" he complained.
"Yah, yah, yah. We all know your boredom speeches, so can we go now?" Jasper said rolling his eyes.
"Of course we can!" Emmett said, his mood doing a complete 180. "So what are we going to do? Go to the movies? Shoot pool and have a few beers? Go swimming? Play games at our apartment?"
"I was thinking going to swim. It's relaxing plus I get to get out of this shirt." Edward suggested.
"Maybe we shouldn't swim..." Emmett suddenly suggested.
Jasper looked at him thru the rear view mirror. "Why not?"
"I don't what to see flabward's gut bouncing all over the place." He replied cheekily.
"I don't have a beer gut!" Edward roared.
Emmett and Edward bickered the rest of the way to Edwards house. Being use to the way Emmett would tease them, Edward just rolled his eyes and exposed his belly and did a belly wave with a grin on his face.
"My eyes! It burns! The unholy image cannot be undone!" Emmett cried out dramatically.
"You sure you picked the right field of study Em? Cause you would do great as an actor." Jake joked.
"Don't boost that already monstrous ego of his Jake, he might just hit his head on the door." Jasper commented slyly, a smirk on his face.
"I am hurt, very much so!" Emmett exclaimed.
"How could you say that to this adorable face?" Emmett asked trying his best impression of the puppy dog eyes.
Which needless to say, ended up looking completely ridicules. The four eventually got to the house and changed their clothes ready to swim, when Jake noticed that there wasn't any trace of a wound, scratch or even a red spot on Emmett. There were no blue, black or purple marks indicating his body was under any kind of pressure of any trace of damage on his body. Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice, as the conversation had suddenly died down and was replaced by staring.
"I know, there is no indication of injuries or even scratches. Even the blue and purple marks that were on your back and legs have disappeared... yada-yada-yada. I'm just as freaked out about this okay?!" Emmett said and walked out of the room, leaving us there.
Jasper sighed, dealing with other peoples problems had made him very observant, and from what he had seen on his friends face, he knew they had hurt him without meaning to. Emmett was normally calm and collected, helped others and knew just what to say and what to do, yet he was the one that needed them. He might be good with other people and might be able to help them, but people he considered family was a whole other story.
Jasper walked out of the house, looking for Emmett to try and talk to him about it, because he knew it wasn't just them that caused him to react like that. It had to be from other people as well, likely the nurses that had made him uneasy. He looked around the house, the pool and lounge, but he was nowhere. Knowing the guy, he was out running to calm himself, so he went to sit on the sofa and wait.
His legs pushed him further and father from the house as he ran, pushing himself to get rid off all the excess energy relieve himself of his frustrations. It wasn't their fault, and he had seen they were shocked rather than just staring, but it still made him feel like a freak. He knew a normal person wouldn't be able to stand let alone be able to run in a full sprint for a few minutes after an accident like that.
If he was honest to himself, he would admit that a normal person would be dead. He was happy he was alive, he truly was, but he was scared as well. How is it possible? He knew from experience that a blue mark didn't completely vanish in 2 days, nor did a twisted ankle mend itself. Like Jake had read thru his work and notes, he had read thru Jakes. Yet, he had read nothing about something like this, so just why was it happening?
Having been lost in thought, he found himself in the park jogging alongside the dirt path leading into the woods. Slowly he came to a halt near one of the benches, he sat down spreading his arms over the back, leaning his head back, he looked at the sky. He watched a large bird swoop down and scoop something up from the lake and fly off again.
"Mind if I sit?" somebody asked next to him.
"Sure, go ahead."
They sat in silence for a while, just looking at the scene around them. The girl, sat with a camera, taking photos of the area. She seemed perfectly at ease, something he wished he could say about himself.
"Mind if I take a picture of you?" She asked.
"I don't mind." He said, flashing her a smile.
Her cheeks turned a soft pink, before she hopped up from the bench and walked a few meters away, looking for the best angle to take the picture from.
"You don't have to look at the camera, I actually prefer it if you don't." She told him.
"That's fine with me. Sorry, my name is Emmett." He said turning to face her again. "What's your name?"
She had long brown hair and a petite body, though he could see the tone on her legs and arms suggesting she jogged often and did some other type of exercise to keep fit. He would assume she jogged with her camera, which would explain why she had the toned arms. Looking at her face again, he noticed her eyes were a greenish brown and he could tell she had a little bit of lip balm on her lips from the way the light reflected off of it.
"Bridgette, but call me Bree." She said with a grin.
"Nice to meet you Bree. Do you always jog around with your camera?" he asked.
"Yip, you never know what you might see or who you might meet. Like that eagle fishing earlier. I didn't even know there were eagles around here." She commented.
"I saw a couple of them, never really bothered much to look up what type of eagle they were."
"Not many people do." She admitted.
"You work for a magazine or paper?" Emmett asked.
"Freelance journalist and photographer." She shrugged. "What about you? Private Trainer or one of those YouTube bodybuilders?"
"Neither, I play football for the local university and I am studying Quantum Physics."
"Whoa, both the body and brains?" she asked.
Emmett chuckled. "Why are people always surprised when they find out I study Quantum Physics? Is there some kind of law that says all nerds need to wear glasses and be skinny?"
"Nope, but it's generally assumed you guys spend too much time studying to exercise. To have and maintain a physique like yours would require a lot of time and energy."
"Sure, but if you like sports you keep active." He replied, then grinned. "Don't forget that jocks are supposed to be dumb."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course that stereotype exists. I just like how some people break the norm."
Her phone vibrated and she gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry about this."
"No problem. I gotta go." He said and did some stretches, before jogging back to Edwards house.
I had another story I tried, turned out to be a failure. I really do hope this one is better, seems only stories that I write that fall under Mass Effect, Supernatural, Danny Phantom, Trinity Blood and Detentionnaire get any attention.