Tristin POV
What would you do if you awoke in a stranger's house, or a house you thought was a stranger's house, and a guy staring you in the face? Well that was me.
It wasn't actually a stranger's house, it was mine, and the guy staring me in the face was Jasper Hale, the guy who has been taking care of me for the last week. He went on and on about how sick I had been, and it made no sense because I was still really dizzy, and when I went to sit up he pushed me back down and said "no, not until your fever has gone down." I didn't like the answer he gave me but it was a nice change of pace. Since my parents died I've had to take care of myself all by myself. Before I could complain I was asleep again. I was dreaming of the times before my parents died. We were at the beach and my mom and I were in our matching black and white poka- dot bikinis, you know the ones you see in that yogurt commercial. Well anyways, my mom and I were laying down tanning in the sun and my dad was off playing volleyball with some of his friends. When he came back we all sat down to have lunch, then suddenly my dream turns to a nightmare as the sky gets dark and we are no longer at the beach and I am no longer there. Now I see my parents in the car, it's raining hard and I'm not there, but I can hear myself. I look for my dad who is driving and talking on his cell phone, something he never does unless I call so then I knew that I was on the phone and this was the night they died. I heard myself telling them to hurry home, then the squealing of breaks and the crushing of metal then, nothing. I shot out of bed, breathing heavily, and screaming so loud I woke up Jasper across the room. Next thing I knew he was at my side, and I couldn't say anything, I just laid my head in his shoulder. He let me stay like that for a little while, but after a couple of minutes he started shaking. I lifted my head off of his shoulder, and looked over at him, his eyes were closed, and when I tried to call his name it seemed like he didn't hear me, like I was tuned out. I was really concerned for him so I went to call his family and I turned around to grab my cell phone on my nightstand when I heard a loud thump on the hardwood floor. I turned around and there was Jasper passed out on the floor, so I did the only thing I could think of. I called 911.
I sat in the waiting room waiting for someone to tell me something about Jaspers condition, because the only thing I did know was that his father was treating him and that they did not know if he was in serious danger or not, and that was the worst feeling of all. After waiting about another hour in the waiting room I decided to go visit him in his room and see if he was ok. I got the room and since the door was open a little I decided to listen to see if he was asleep or still talking to his dad. When I looked in the room through the crack, I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream, because there was Jasper covered in blood with his head in his fathers neck.
This time I couldn't stop myself from screaming as I ran down the hall of the hospital. When a nurse stopped me in the hall I just looked at her, and asked her for help, and the last thing I remember before I passed out was yelling for someone to help Jasper.
When I woke up in the hospital, Jaspers dad was treating me and looking at the machines, then back at me. I blinked a couple of times to let him know I was awake because for some reason I couldn't get any words out. I tried to sit up but there were too many wires and tubes all over the place. When I finally got words to come out the first word was water. I was extremely thirsty. He chuckled then handed me the glass of water. Finally when I felt like I could talk I asked him what happened. He started telling me what happened then he got really technical and then I just got completely lost. When he was done I asked him to repeat it, but in English this time. We laughed together then he told me that I had passed out in the hallway of the hospital screaming nonsense and yelling for someone to help Jasper. As soon as he said Jaspers name one of the machines started to beep rapidly, and my head was getting really dizzy, and my chest hurt. I tried to ask the doctor what was happening but my breath was too short and I couldn't get the words out. I saw him push some liquid into my IV and before I knew it I was asleep, and left full of questions.
The next time I woke up I was home and Jasper was staring down at me. Talk about déjà vu. I almost thought everything that had happened was a dream until memories of Jasper at the hospital flooded my mind. I started shaking, and crying. I backed away from him as far as I could until I hit the wall. He gave me a puzzled look then started to walk towards me, I collapsed on the floor in a flood of tears, screaming for him to go away. I felt his touch on my shoulder and I shuttered. The next thing I heard was the door to my apartment closing, and I knew he was gone. I couldn't get up. I was frozen in fear, in fear that he would come back.
Jasper's POV
It's been a week and I'm really regretting not bringing her to a hospital. Her heartbeat is faster than normal and her fever is still high. She is sweating like crazy, and I'm trying my best to keep her clean, but I would never tell her that. She would kill me if she found out that I have seen her naked.
I feel awkward staring at her, but for some reason I feel like it may make her wake up. Maybe its attention that she wants, maybe she just wants the company. Her eyes flicker and relief rushes over me. I stared at her more intensely as her eyes fully opened. She stared back at me with a puzzled look. She was so pale, it was hard to tell the difference between her being sick and her being perfectly healthy. I turned around to grab the thermometer off the nightstand and when I turned back around she was trying to get up. What she was thinking, I have no idea, but I knew that she was in no condition to be up and walking around. I pushed her back on the bed, and I firmly told her "no". She pouted back, but after a couple seconds her face softened, and she lay back down and before you could count to five, was asleep again.
I sat there with her for a little while longer, as I watched her facial expression change from content to happy; I decided that it was ok for me to sleep for a little while, since I haven't slept since she collapsed over a week ago. I lay down on the couch and before I knew it, I was asleep.
I was probably in the deepest sleep I had ever been since I was human. Speaking about humans, I was dreaming about my last day as one. I was in the military. I was forced to kill so many people; it killed me inside, still to this day, even though it was almost 120 years ago. I was re-living my change into my current self, when I heard a loud scream, and I knew it wasn't me. I woke up instantly and jumped off the couch, and ran over to where Tristin was screaming. I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just shoveled her face into my shoulder and kept crying.
Her emotions ran through my body like an electrical current through steel. Her heart was beating fast and she seemed to be feeling every emotion possible all at once. I closed my eyes in an attempt to be more focused to I could sort through all her feelings, but as her emotions became stronger it became harder and harder for me to focus. I started shaking, unable to control her emotions as well as my own. I felt dizzy, and fatigue rushed over my body as my shaking got worse. Then complete darkness. The last thing I heard was my name, and the growling of my stomach.
I woke up in the hospital, which surprised me. My father was sitting next to me in the chair that was in the room. He walked over and shook his head. I could tell that he was disappointed in me. My stomach growled again and my father leaned into me ticking his neck near my mouth. I hated feeding this way, but I hadn't fed in over 6 months, and I rather not risk doing it with Tristin. I buried my face in his neck and bit down, instantly blood flowed into my mouth and some sprayed on my face. I couldn't stop, it was so addicting, I was past my limit. I let go of my father's neck and instantly the wound healed, I lay my head into his shoulder.
I heard a scream and instantly I knew it was Tristin's. I wiped the blood off my face and ran out into the hallway, but I was too late, she was already passed out and on a stretcher en route to an empty room. I followed the stretcher to the room and watched as the doctors pushed needles into her and hooked up machines that were now producing many various beeping sounds. I turned to face my father to ask why she needed to be hooked up to all of that equipment. He explained to me that she has a serious and fatal heart condition called Tachycardia. He also explained that it is controllable with monthly checkups, but said that she hadn't been in for one in over six months. Her heart was reaching its limit, and her coming to the hospital was a good thing because now she can get the treatment. Though he didn't know why she hasn't been in, but I knew. "Her parents" I said. "They past away and she doesn't have the money for the treatments." His eyes widened, shocked by the news. He told me to go home and that he would call and keep me updated on her condition.
Later that week my father called and told me that she was being discharged, but she was still asleep from the medications. He wanted me to go to her house and stay with her until she woke up. I agreed and drove down to her house to meet the ambulance there.
I was leaning over her bed, staring down at her, waiting for her to wake up so I could ask how she was feeling. Her eyes opened slowly, and you could tell she was still groggy from the medications. When she fully opened her eyes, she looked over to me and a frightened expression came over her face. I was confused to I gave a puzzled one back. She got out of bed, and ran to the wall on the opposite side of the room. I walked towards her asking what was wrong, when she just dropped to her knees screaming for me to go away. I walked up to her, touched her shoulder, and I felt her flinch as my hand made contact, and put her head between her knees. I took one last look at her before I ran out the door and back to my house.