DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I DO OWN EVERY SEASON OF FRIENDS ON DVD.
My head throbbed. My leg burned. My whole body was sore. My face felt like it had been through a blender.
In short I felt like hell.
I was afraid to open my eyes. I didn't know what condition my body would actually be in. I knew my mind was probably scrambled, I could vaguely remember some of the hallucination I had. I remember my handsome faced angel. Boy, when I go crazy I go all out. Part of me wished I had stayed unconscious just so when I did eventually die, his face would be the last face I saw.
Yep, my mind was long gone. I was probably a vegetable. Well, no that can't be right I wouldn't be thinking all of this if I was a vegetable. I don't think. Maybe the fact that I was thinking this proves I am a vegetable. Why do they call you a vegetable?
I didn't feel cold, which was odd considering I should be freezing my ass off. My truck couldn't still by running and producing heat could it. Wait, I was too comfortable to still be in my truck.
I was dead.
Was I in heaven, hell, or purgatory? Felt like purgatory. Nothing was great about how I felt, but I certainly didn't feel like I was in hell. Or maybe this was my hell, to be constantly wondering if I was in hell.
In death I repeat myself a lot. This could get annoying.
Never mind, definitely hell.
I opened my eyes and saw only darkness. Honestly, is this what all the fuss what about. There were no flames, sharp pitch forks, no angry old guy running around with a sharp tail and horns. Beside me annoying myself this wasn't so bad. I could deal.
That was until out of nowhere there was a blinding light. My eyes felt like they were on fire.
"Holy shit!!! That burns. Ok, ok, hell is bad hell is bad. Please let me go back to just annoying myself." I screamed.
"Sorry let me dim them. I didn't realize you were really awake." A voice said.
It was my angel. Maybe I was in Heaven after all. No, back in purgatory. I was going to be tortured by his sweet voice until I begged to go to hell.
The lights dimmed and my eyes slowly adjusted. I looked around the room I was in and was surprised at how anally organized it was. There was no clothes hanging out of the dressers, or shoes scattered all over the floor. I might need to reconsider, this might actually be hell. I was going to be forced to be organized. I shuddered at the thought.
The bed then moved shifting my attention to that location. I saw my rescuer. Wait, what?
"Fuck, you're real?"
He laughed, and it was the same laugh I remembered by my truck. Light and airy, almost magical.
My inner thoughts are seriously a little gay at times, even for me.
"I am real. Although are you really awake this time?"
"What?"
I was confused as hell. There's that word again, hell.
"I few times I have had a full on conversation with you only to find you were still out of it. Just want to make sure this time. You seem pretty aware though."
"So I'm not a vegetable. I'm mean like brain damaged, you know they call you a vegetable. I'm not really sure why." Oh my god I'm rambling. " I mean it's not like you are really a tomato or anything, well a tomato is a fruit, so I guess a carrot." I can't stop, my mouth has a mind of it's own. "But I'm really ok?"
"Relatively speaking yes you are ok. I think you have a mild concussion, and some pretty bad cuts and bruises but nothing that won't heal perfectly. Your leg got the worst of it, it got pretty tore up." He stopped and looked me right square in the eyes. His eyes were still the hypnotizing green I remembered from what I thought was just a good dream. "And, they call you a vegetable because you would be in what's called a vegetative state."
"Are you a doctor?"
"No, but my father was. I picked up a lot of things from him."
"Oh" I paused to think about what he said. It made sense I suppose. Of course I made myself sound like a rambling idiot just to find out something simple like that. Well maybe it wasn't that simple, I mean his father is a doctor. Father! Charlie! "Oh god, Charlie! He has got to be freaking out. I need to call him."
"Woah, settle down. I'm afraid to tell you, but the phone lines are down. The bad weather has shut down most of Washington."
"Then give me my cell phone" I demanded.
"Sorry, casualty of the crash. It's in bad shape. You should consider a closed casket funeral." I narrowed my eyes at him. I did not appreciate the joke.
"I seriously need to contact my family. They are going to be so worried."
"And I'm seriously not joking. We are on lock down. You are snowed in with me sweetheart."
It irritated me that he called me sweetheart. It was cute when I thought I was dying. It's not so cute when you are alive, well and wanting to get home.
"Ok, fine. How long is my sentence?"
"Oh now it's a sentence. Our previous conversation would suggest that you wouldn't mind spending some time with an angel."
I closed my eyes willing this all to just go away when I opened them. No such luck. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me with his lop sided grin.
"I was knocked stupid." I stated flatly.
He laughed again. This time it wasn't so angelic. I imagine that this is what the devil's laugh sounded like. At first it's alluring and you want to hear it again. Then you do and you want pull your ears off so you can't hear it anymore.
"You crack me up."
"Well I'm glad I could entertain you. Tommorrow's show will consist of me kicking your ass. Show starts at seven don't be late."
He laughed even more. It was seriously irritating.
When he finally stopped he answered my question.
"Weather reports said it could be just a few more days, or if the winds shifts again, weeks."
"WEEKS!"
"Don't worry. It looks like the clouds are clearing up. You'll be home in no time." He replied kindly, too kindly after the way I'd been treating him.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so rude. It's just been a really bad day. Well wait, what day is it? How long was I not a carrot?"
"Not that long, it's about four in the morning."
"That early? Why aren't you asleep?"
"Well first you are in my bed, and second I'm still not sure wheather or not you have a concussion, so I've been checking o you every half hour or so."
"Now I really feel bad for being such a bitch. Take your bed back I will go sleep on a couch or floor or bearskin rug, whatever else you have." I moved to get off the bed and he shot up and tried to stop me. It wasn't until my feet hit the floor that I realized how badly my leg hurt. I toppled in to a heap not one foot from the bed.
"Owwwwww" I screamed.
"You really need to stay put until your leg is a bit more healed. Or at least let me help you move around." He bent down to pick me up and before I could protest he had me back into his bed and covered up.
"Um, I hate to do this, but I need to get up again."
"You gonna make a run for it?" He smiled
"Bathroom?"
"Ah, well I'll get you there, but what you do after that I will be no part of."
After he successfully carried me to the bathroom without incident, I settled back into his bed. I was actually quite cozy and I would have hated to give it up. Actually every thing about this place screamed cozy, almost homey.
"Mind if I take a look at your leg? I have tried to before but you were quite adamant that I didn't." He looked up at me from his perch on the edge of the bed and smiled. That damn smile would be the death of me, if I wasn't already dead that is. I was still undecided.
"I would really like to know your name before I let you look down my pants."
He just stared at me.
"Ok, I'll go first. Bella Swan." I paused and waited. Nothing. "This is where you talk. Here I'll start for you. My name is….."
"Sorry, ummmm, Edward uh……. Edward."
No last name?
"Ok Edward Edward, you may look at it now." I pulled back the sheets once more so he could take a look and noticed I was not in the same worn out jeans I was earlier. I hadn't noticed this when I had used the bathroom. I blushed realizing that he had probably been the one to change them. "Uh, thanks for the sweat pant."
"Oh uh, no problem." He looked down, obviously as embarrassed as I was. " You were pretty freaked out about the blood as it was. I didn't think you would like staying in those pants with how bloodstained they were. I'm gonna have to pull down the waist ok?"
"Nothing you haven't seen before." I joked
He brought his hands up to my waist and started to pull them down. His hands were a little on the cold side, but his touch still sent a shock right through my body. He pulled away for a second and shook his head almost like he felt it too. When he got my pants down to where he could see my wound I was never so thankful that I had prepared my body for a "romantic" weekend with Jake, otherwise this would be extremely embarrassing.
"I'm going try to get this cleaned up for you, and bandaged up."
He walked out of the room and returned with a bowl and washcloth. He dipped in the cloth and rung it out and I found myself mesmerized. Every move he made was slow and precise, done with such care. Maybe on second thought I could get lucky and the wind will change forcing me to stay longer.
When the damp cloth touched my bare leg it was slightly warm. It felt good on my aching bones, I inhaled deep and relished in the relief it gave me. I honestly didn't know if it was Edward's touch or the warmth of the cloth, but I 'd take it. I slowly started to relax, and sank into the plush pillow behind me. I inhaled deep once again and was pleasantly surprised by the aroma of his pillow. It was nothing I'd ever smelt before, almost sweet. Jake's bed always smelled of sweat, fish, and animal guts. I shivered at the memory.
"You cold?" his velvety voice broke me from my thoughts.
"No, it's just, uh, never mind."
I'm an idiot.
"You can tell me. Is it the bed? Pillow?"
"No, it's stupid just forget about it." He raised and eyebrow at me and just started. "Ok, it's just, your pillow smells really good."
Yep complete idiot. Why couldn't I just lie and say I was cold.
"Oh" he looked utterly confused.
"Damnit! I freaked you out. I'm sorry. Kick me out into the snow. I'll hobble to the highway show my good leg and get a ride back home."
He started laughing then. It was beautiful once more. I can't believe I ever thought this sounded like the devil.
"No, you shivered. That's an odd reaction to smell."
"Well I was comparing" I reasoned.
"Comparing? With what? To who?"
Yeah I can sure put my foot in my mouth.
"My boy..er.. ex boyfriend. His bed, well it never smelled this good."
"Well I guess it's a good thing he's an ex."
He continued working on my leg. I winced every now and again when he would hit a particularly sore spot. He would react immediately and soften his touch. Once he had me all cleaned up he waited for it to dry before bandaging it .
Awkward silence filled the room.
"So is that why you had such a bad day?" Edward said, finally breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you started to say boyfriend, but corrected yourself and said ex. You get dumped. Because that would explain some of the insults and name calling you were throwing around while you were out."
Damn my sleeptalking.
"Yeah, sorta. Except I dumped his sorry ass." I pronounced proudly.
"Good for you. He didn't deserve you if he couldn't even have clean sheets."
We smiled at each other and in that smile I realized I had done the right thing. It took a complete stranger telling me this for it to really sink in, but I was happy with the decision I made. He didn't deserve me.
As odd as it sounds I'm thankful I wrapped my truck around a tree, or whatever instead of turning around and going back to Jake. If I had, I'd be sitting in a tent out in the middle of nowhere with only Jake's hairy body to keep my warm. I was much happier having totaled my dear, sweet truck and having the pleasure of Edward's chilly hands on my exposed leg.
I yawned then and it hit me how tired I really was. I couldn't have been getting that good of a sleep if I was having full blown conversations with Edward. Oh and sleep fighting with Jake.
"Let's get that leg wrapped up. You need to sleep and I have and intensive game of Tetris to catch up on."
He gently wrapped the gauze around my leg, almost so tenderly that I felt myself dozing off. He helped me get readjusted back into bed and turned to leave the room. It was almost romantic. I felt like he forgot to kiss me goodnight after tucking me in.
"Goodnight Bella"
The way my name rolled off of his tongue sent a shiver down my spine.
"Goodnight, Edward."
I drifted off easily. My dreams immediately consumed me. I had always been an vivid dreamer, I was able to remember most of them. This one started off particulary strange.
I was back in high school, sitting at the table Alice and I had shared for four years. Things were different though, something was off.
I looked around and nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye. You still had Mike sitting with all the cheerleaders worshipping the ground he walked on. And Angela over in her corner with the AV geeks. She was waving at me, I gave her a small wave back. Tyler, Lauren and Jessica sat by themselves talking about how everyone else were such losers. Looking back now I can see why Tyler was always so apologetic, he probably was constantly groveling at Jess and Laurens feet, the She Devils of Forks High.
Then the cafeteria doors opened and Edward walked in. He was just as beautiful in my dream, only paler. He walked by with such confidence. Everybody watched as he gracefully walked across the room. It was as if his feet didn't touch the ground, like he was floating. He made it to a table in the back corner never meeting anyone's glance.
Everything after that went by so fast. Edward was a vampire, Jacob was a werewolf. Edward liked me, then hated me, then loved me, then left me, and finally loved me again. Jacob was a pest, like in real life, just much hairier. He constantly was challenging Edward for my affection, needless to say Edward always won.
I almost died, a lot. Vampires were after me every time I turned around. I guess that's what happens when you surround yourself with mythical creatures. I visited Italy. It looked just how the Travel Channel said it would look. I married Edward, Jake was pissed, naturally. We went on a n exotic honeymoon on some island. It was wonderful. And by wonderful I mean pillow biting, head board breaking wonderful. Everything was perfect.
Then the dream turned. I was pregnant with some kind of mutant half breed. I was slowly dying but I refused to let anyone help me. I wanted to keep this thing. I was getting worse as time progressed, the thing was killing me. Edward was torn, Jake was by my side the whole time.
I woke up screaming when I realized Jake had taken a liking to my new daughter. That was just creepy.
Edward rushed into his room in a panic.
"Are you okay?" All I could do was laugh. This had been one of the most ridiculous dreams I had ever had. "Maybe you hit your head harder than I thought."
This only made me laugh harder. Edward was so much like dream Edward. Always so caring and worried.
"Weird dream" I managed to get out between laughs.
"What about?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. It was so out in left field even I don't believe it."
"I"l get it out of you, someday. Maybe you'll talk about it in your sleep?"
"Ugh! I just won't go back to sleep. What do you have to say about that?"
"I say you are still in desperate need of some sleep"
I yawned as if on cue. I hated that I had proved his point for him.
"Ok, ok fine. But no funny business while I'm sleeping. If I wake up with you trying to coax answers out of me I'll kick you with my good leg."
"Deal. Now sleep."
"Yes sir." I mock saluted him and settled back into bed.
"I'll see you in the morning." I heard him say as I drifted back to sleep.
Was is scary to think I could get use to this.
A/N I hope Bella's thoughts weren't to sporatic for you. I was trying to portray her as still a little out of it. I know I tend to ramble and think stupid things when I'm not quite awake or tired.
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