Chapter 2 - Ouch

The hours passed while I stayed lost in thought. Why was he there? The question bugged me more than I liked. Maybe he had come back for me? Hope… Hope was building. Hope was the only thing out there I was afraid of. Hope would destroy me. Damn it… I had already started hoping.

I let out a loud shouting huff and knew I needed to get out. I changed, throwing on my dark skinny jeans, black tee and black leather. I didn't wear colours anymore. Colours like everything else in this world, reminded me of them. Every time I saw yellow, orange or even gold I immediately thought of his liquid eyes. Pinks and reds, screamed Rosalie. Blues and greens… Alice. Whites, creams, beiges made Esmee's soft features fill my mind. Silver… his car. I couldn't win. So black. Black was the safest bet. Although, I still thought of his hungry eyes.

The street was busy, time had seemed to pass in a flash this morning. Something I was thankful for. The city of Chicago never failed to amaze me and distract me. Yet somehow, I knew I came here to be close to him. The town he was born and died. The town he had lived. It was a subconscious decision at the time but I liked it here. Everyone kept to themselves and no one seemed to notice me. I had been working in a small hardware store since moving here, it was a family run easy going business which helped me as I had no official identification for the name I was now known as. The cold air flung itself roughly around the street corners, ripping through everything it could. I should have worn gloves and a hat, I scolded myself. Yet again, I knew I had made an informed decision not to. Subconsciously, I made believe that the cold air, as it hit the back of my neck and ruffled my hair, was his cold breath. As my fingers turned stiff, that it was his cold hand holding mine. He had completely taken over my mind today. It hadn't been this bad in a long time. Not since that first week, the week Charlie had called Renee and every doctor he could find to come and help me. Of course none of it helped, there was only one doctor I wanted to see and he was gone with the only person who I wanted to be with.

I closed my eyes, letting the feel of the cold air and my imagination abuse my already battered heart. Normally this was just stupid because of the pain factor that would shortly tare my heart apart. But today, today is was just down right unbelievably stupid as I decided to do this while crossing a busy city street.

I heard wheels lock and Screech. A sound that rang clearly though my head and I waited for his stone grasp to knock me out the way of Tyler van. Something cold and hard hit me then but it certainly wasn't his iron arms locked in protection around me. I hit the floor and opened my eyes to the small growing crowd as they screamed and ran towards me. Everyone talking too fast. I realised then what must have happened, but I couldn't feel any pain. At least, I didn't until I stalked it. Moving my arm, the pain shot like a lightning bolt through me and made me wince. I didn't shy from it. It was the first real feeling my body had experienced in years. I moved it again.

"Stay still" someone shouted at me. I ignored them, moving my legs. They were sore but no where near the pain I was now feeling.

"The ambulance is on its way sweetie." An older woman said as she started taking my pulse and trying to keep me alert. The pain was really starting to get more intensified now and I wanted nothing more than to make it all stop. It reminded me of the time I dragged a sharp knife across my wrist. I hadn't wanted to kill myself, at least I didn't think I did. I just wanted to feel something. It took a while but eventually the pain caught up with me. Just like now.

It seemed like seconds before two medics, ushered people out the way and started asking me questions I didn't care to answer. They lifted me and it felt almost instant that I was in the back of the ambulance, as they worked over me. How bad was I? I wondered. They had placed an oxygen mask over my face as one of them started pulling at my head. I blinked and suddenly I was being pushed through the emergency entrance to the hospital.

A team surrounded me, all of them poking and prodding me now.

"Page Dr Mason, and get an O.R ready." That was followed by mombo jumbo I didn't care to think about. My mind stuck with the doctors name and I couldn't help but laugh at the mess my life was. I was so obsessed that I found a way to link everything to him. Mason… His human last name. What were the chances? I laughed again.

"How are you feeling? Can you follow this light?" A female intern asked as they wheeled me towards the O.R I assumed. The flashing light hurt more than I expected but whatever I did in response was enough to tell her something as she turned and started speaking to the other non-descript dirty blonde standing behind her.

"What do we have?" That voice, distant but recognisable.

"Patients name is Marie Dwyer. Age 22. Presented with a deep head wound, broken left arm and possible internal bleeding after being hit by a car. She's responsive and alert although she kept blacking out on the way here." I blacked out? That explained the time jumping I suppose. I noticed how they moved out the way to let him through.

"Page neuro, tell them we need a consult" That bell toned voice spoke again. There was alarms ringing in my head but I couldn't seem to add the clues together. His face was nearly over mine as he read the chart in his hand and started speaking. "Marie, can you tell me what hurts?"

His golden eyes connected with mine then and my breath caught. His eyes widened as he looked at me, panic spread across his features as he looked up and down my body, he roughly passed the chart at someone I couldn't see and started moving his hands not knowing where to start.

"Bella?" He whispered close to my face. "Bella?" his voice was nearly too quiet for my human ears to pick up.

"Carlisle?" I breathed with the breath I had been holding, as I moved the gas mask with my free hand. Something in my mind clicked at that point. Dr Mason they had called him. I knew then not to mention the name Cullen.

"Bella, where hurts?" He was panicking now. I had never seen him panic before.

"Doctor?" Someone asked from my other side. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Either he was here or the damage to my brain was serve and I was letting my hallucinations run wild. In all honesty it could be that, I had done that once before. "Do you know this girl?" His eyes didn't leave my face, as if he was scared that I'd disappear as well. My mind was swimming then, I was hoping it had something to do with the medicine, although if this was the end at least I got to see Carlisle one last time.

"Yes. She… she's practically my daughter." Were the last words he uttered before the unconscious darkness swallowed me whole.

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