I decided to go and get a blood test. To see if I am just inventing this strange illness in my head or it was really something to be concerned about. I knew that Carlisle wouldn't be at the hospital- because he is out hunting with Edward. I tried to picture Carlisle hunting, he really didn't seem like someone who would take down a whole bear, then sit there sucking the life out of it. I stopped imagining right there- I didn't want to think about my boyfriends father like figure sucking the life out of a bear. I Left a note for Charlie saying that I was going to Angela's house. I didn't want to alarm him by saying that I was going out to get a blood test for no good reason. Yet I felt that it was better be safe than sorry- trouble just seems to find me.
I pulled into the Forks hospital parking lot. I looked around for Carlisle's black Mecedes-Benz which had tinted windows to keep the sunlight out. It wasn't there, I parked my car and turned of the roaring engine. I slid through the closing automatic doors, before tripping over my own foot. I quickly collected my self off of the floor, turned to have a look around. No one seemed to have noticed my lack of being able to walk over any flat surface. I walked up to the sweet nurse that was at the front desk of the emergency room. I asked her if any doctor was around that could give me a blood test. She told me to sit on the hospital bed in curtain 7. I was only waiting for about 2 minutes before Dr Snow came around the corner and took my blood.
"Please, have this Cookie and drink some Juice. You really don't look to good. Your lab results will be back in about thirty minutes please feel free to wait here. Were not to busy today so you can just stay seated there." Dr Snow said as he ran of with a bag full of my blood. I don't like the sight of blood, the smell of blood, and I most definitely didn't like the taste of blood. All this thinking about blood is making me feel really light headed, so I lay down on the bed happy to have thirty short minutes of time to my self, to just relax. I started to think about Edward, but that made me distrusted, so I decided to start counting the number of square panels on the sealing. Two hundred and thirty three, two hundred and ninety seven… I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to an anxious doctor snow prodding me on the back.
"Bella, your test results have come in" Dr Snow said in a worried voice.
How bad could my simple illness possibly be?