I woke up to the sound of rain. It pattered on the windows loudly. I opened my eyes and saw Edward staring intently at me.
"Bella?" He asked in doubt.
"Edward." I stated.
"You're up, love, you've woken up 12 times in the past 2 days…you always fell back asleep though" he said sadly.
"I'm up now" I said with a small smile for his benefit. It hurt. He walked to my bedside.
"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, taking my wrist. His fingers pressed into the inside of it, taking my pulse, and I knew he was evaluating me.
"I'm okay" I said, looking down at his pale hands on my scraped hands.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes" I replied absently.
"Bella…" He said, lifting my chin to look at him. "Do you remember what happened?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course I remembered, now. I was on the phone, Edward told me to look out, and before I knew it I was upside down, stuck in my car, my legs trapped so Edward had to pry the car off of me. Of course I remembered. I didn't want to.
"Are you in pain, love?" He asked, taking my wrist once more. "Elevated heart beat" he murmured quietly.
"I remember it. All of it. I just don't want to talk about it." I said, praying my tears would not leak from my eyes.
"Bella, I'm…So sorry. I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. You missed your birthday and Charlie was devastated when he heard-"
"Wait, was Charlie here?"
And Edward was gone. The door opened and Charlie peeked in. Upon seeing me, he stood up straight in surprise, running into the room. "Bella! You've been out…well for a while. Are you okay? Let me call a nurse."
I didn't object, because I was starting to get rather uncomfortable. My neck was stiff, my legs had regained the painful feeling, and my arm was aching.
When Charlie was about to press the call button Carlisle came walking in swiftly.
"Hello Charlie" he greeted my father warmly.
"Carlisle" he responded with a nod of his head.
Carlisle strode over to my bedside giving me a sweet grin. "How are you Bella?"
"Um, my arm is sort of stiff along with my neck, my legs…"I said slowing down "My legs…Will they ever work again?"
Both men's faces twisted in pity. Carlisle sat on the edge of my bed, and took my hand. "Bella, your common peroneal nerve has been, well, injured" he told me seriously. "But, physical therapy can help you regain most of the use in your legs."
"Most?" I asked sadly.
Carlisle bit his lip. "Yes, Bella, I won't sugar coat this, you aren't going to be the same as you were before the accident…for a long time"
I turned away from him for a second. I clamped my mouth shut. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"Bella, do you have any questions?" he asked in pity.
"I…"
He waited
"Can you take this stupid neck brace off?"
Carlisle laughed and rubbed my arm affectionately. "Sorry, but you'll have to keep that on for at least another week."
"Oh" I said disappointed.
"Edward actually wants to see you. He'll be in soon" Carlisle said with a grin, leaving me with Charlie.
We were quiet.
"Bells I'm going to go get some food" he said after a while. "I need to think…Alone for a while" he said, leaving.
Charlie was never one to show his emotions. The door shut behind him and I could hear his footsteps echoing down the hall.
I tested my leg and it flared in pain. I groaned, but moved it until it touched the floor. I was in agony, but I wasn't going to let this make me handicapped. I wouldn't allow this accident to change my life. After minutes, both my legs were dangling over the bed. I put a slight amount of weight on my right leg. It almost screamed in protest. I ignored it, just pushing myself to my feet like a normal day.
This wasn't a normal day. After this accident I would never have a normal day ever again.
I realized this as I fell to the floor. My head impacted first. I could practically feel my brain hitting my skull. My muscles burned and I groaned and rolled onto my back slowly. I closed my eyes. I didn't have enough energy to call for help or get up, for that matter. My eyes snapped open when I heard the door to the room open. Edward was over my head in a second.
"Bella?!" he shouted.
"Shh Edward I'm fine." I told him, blinking slowly at his beautiful face.
"Then why are you on the floor?!" he asked, sounding outraged.
The floor? I looked around. Why was I on the floor? How did I get here? Everything was becoming confusing.
Edward bent over to pick me up, and I barely noticed the pain as he laid my head against his shoulder. It was cold and hard, but it didn't matter to me. He sat me down on the bed, carefully placing the blankets over me once more.
"I'll ask again," he said slowly "Why were you on the floor?"
I squinted at him. "What are you asking?"
"Bella, how did you get on the floor?" he asked quizzically.
I gave him an odd look. "I'm on the bed… Charlie."
"I'm Edward" the man on my bed responded.
"Who…?"
The person on my bed looked at me sadly, he looked like he was about to cry. "Go to sleep Bella" he told me, and pushed my shoulders back until I reached the pillow.
"Goodnight dad" I mumbled.
He looked as if he was silently crying as I drifted off.