Alright, for those of you who are wondering if the person who won the contest gave me ideas for the story, they didn't. I'm actually still waiting for them to write me back. This chappie is dedicated to my first dog ever, a Shit-Zu named Lipstik. She passed away right before my first year of junior high, right when I needed her most. (No, that is not my current dog that died. The one I have now is named Twilight. And yes, I spelled my first dog's name the way I wanted to.) Check out my new poll.
EdwardPOV
We where in a hospital waiting room, and trying desperately to get contact with one of Bella's parents, to no avail. We had tried to contact one of them through the operator, but they where either busy, or we didn't know their name. We where all tired, and desperately waiting to hear if she was okay. When I say 'we' I mean my mother, father, Emmett, Jasper, and myself.
After Bella passed out, we all rushed to her side and dad looked her over. He said he couldn't see what was wrong with her and after about five seconds came to the conclusion we should get her to a hospital as soon as possible.
I got to ride with her in the backseat and hold her head up as we sped there. She had stopped breathing altogether right as we arrived. The whole time after her attack I had been able to hear a slight whooshing of air if I put my head close to her mouth, when that whooshing stopped . . . that was the most terrifying thing that has happened all night.
Suddenly, Emmett spoke up. "Guys, I got an idea!" We all groaned at the same time. "Hey! This one's actually good."
"Well, what is your idea, Emmett?" Dad spoke, with real curiosity in his voice.
"What if we just looked on her phone? I mean, she's bound to have some contact numbers on that, doesn't she? If not in her address book, in her history." We all stared at him in shock, that has to be the smartest thing he has ever said.
"Let's try it!" Mom finally spoke up. She was obviously proud that Emmett would even begin to think of such an idea. "Wait, where's her purse?" Emmett grinned and pulled a black, cloth, oversized purse from beside him on the floor. It had the words True love never dies . . . in cursive on the bottom and a butterfly in the top left corner, all printed in bright silver ink.
"Right here." Emmett said, grinning. "Snatched it from the coat rack on my way out. Who knew it would come in this handy?" Emmett was still smiling widely from ear to ear about being the only one who had been thinking ahead when we had left the house in a hurry. He sat the purse down on his lap and began rooting through it. We all gathered around him and I heard him mutter, "How much crap does one chick need? . . ." A few seconds later he added, "Must be a super purse or something. . . ." Finally, his hand emerged with something that he handed to Jasper. "I-Phone?"
He turned it on and shook his head. "Mp4 player." He handed it back to Emmett who tucked it into the side pocket he found it in and continued looking. A few seconds later and his hand emerged again, this time with a blackberry. He held it up for us to see and looked at Jasper.
"Tell me this is an Mp4, and I'll punch you in the face." Emmett said with a sarcastic look on his face.
Jasper laughed, "It's not, even I know that."
Emmett laughed too, then rolled the little white ball in the middle of the screen and the phone came to life. He clicked on the icon that said 'Address Book' and scrolled through the preprogramed contacts. He got to the one that said 'Dad' and pressed the call button. "Aha!" he whispered. He handed the phone to me and I looked at him questionably. "You're her date, so you get to do the honors of calling daddy." I gulped, I didn't even think her father knew that she was out on a date . . . I held the phone to my ear and listened to the ringing. It said that he wasn't answering, and that was just fine by me. I quickly scrolled down to her mother's number, and tried it. "Bella?" A voice called from the other end. "Bella, are you there?"
"It's not Bella, but I have some important news about your daughter." I added the last part in quickly before she could hang up. "What's happened? Is she hurt?!?!" The voice was panicking from the other end.
"We don't know yet, she just fainted. We're not sure what happened, but it looked like she was having breathing problems. She's being examined right now."
"Oh, dear! Well, she has always had breathing problems. . ." Wow, that's something that would have been nice to know when the doctors asked if she had a history of breathing problems! Now he thinks this is out of the ordinary for her, great. "Do you know her medical history? Medicines and prescriptions she's allergic to? Antibiotics she's immune to?"
"Uh, no." What did this woman think I was? An expert on her daughter? Did she think I was stalking her or something? Maybe it was a test to see if I was. . . The lady on the other end rattled off her complete medical history, and I tried to catch the gist of it. She was talking so fast, it reminded me of Alice when she gets exited, and that's saying something! When she finally hung up after agreeing to keep calling Charlie for me, my family watched me with anxious eyes.
"She has a long history of breathing problems, asthma, is allergic to Motrin and Allegra D, and she's immune to antibiotics for a pneumonia." I spoke as fast as I could while not stumbling over words, I had to get them out before I forgot one.
"Alright," Dad said while rubbing his hands together, taking over the situation. "the first thing to do is tell the doctors, I'll be right back." He left through the white double doors, only allowed because he worked here. We where allowed too, but I think it was all of our unspoken fears that we would walk in there just in time to see Bella being wheeled off to the morgue. A few minutes later, the doors swung again and Dad walked through. "Good news." He said, smiling. "She just suffered from an asthma attack, and she's fine. She'll be out of here in a couple of days." We all breathed a silent sigh of relief, except Emmett. Emmett breathed an audible sigh of relief, he had been silently wondering if he was somehow responsible. He would sleep better tonight.
"Can we see her?" That was just the kind of mother I had. She didn't even know the girl, but, just because I liked her, she was always okay in her book. She wasn't even showing that fake concern that most mother's show for their son's girlfriends, that look that said As long as she can't see my kid anymore, I don't care if she lives or dies. She was actually concerned for Bella. That woman was wonderful.
"Yes, she's actually awake right now, and asking for Edward." He smiled, and went off to fill out her paperwork.
We all walked briskly to the room he had directed us to, and found her laying in the bed staring at the ceiling. She had a room all to herself. Her head swivelled in our direction as soon as she heard our footsteps from down the hall.
"Hey." She croaked in a low voice. "Whaz Up?" Leave it to Emmett to say something like that right after a person had almost died. We all turned to glare at him, and he looked back confused, he honestly couldn't figure out what he had said wrong. We looked back at the bed when we heard soft laughter coming from it.
"I'm sorry," she didn't look sorry at all, she was still fighting back laughter, "it's just, that was really funny, Emmett." She grinned from ear to ear as she said this. He smiled along with her, "Well, I'm just happy that someone in this family likes my jokes. Or even gets them!" He threw his hands up in the air in an exaggerated motion. Her face looked shocked when he mentioned her being part of the family. Mom was quick to step in and clean up Emmett's mess, again.
"Emmett," she scolded, "I'm sorry, dear. Emmett's just a little forward. You don't have to be called part of the family yet if you don't want to. We all understand that it's a little soon."
"What? No, no way. If she's dating Edward, she's gonna get treated as part of the family. And if she get's treated as part of the family, how unfair is it that she doesn't get called part of it?" Emmett, SHUT UP!!!
"Not at all, Emmett. Because she doesn't want to be called part of the family. Did you not just see her face when you said that?"
"Excuse me?" Bella interjected, sounding unsure, "I don't mind being called that at all, I kind of like it, actually. I was just shocked that Emmett would take me in as part of his family so willingly, that's all." Her eyes where soft and calm as she said this, trying to diffuse the situation. So far, she had been the most successful. Mom relaxed and Emmett was . . . well, Emmett. Absorbed in happiness with a goofy grin on his face.
"Course your part of the family, Bella. Your cool, and I've been getting tired of these two bringing down my mojo. You can be my new partner in crime!!!" Emmett had on a toothy smile, stretching his arms out like he was inviting her to take the offer. He looked kind of like a sales person you would find in a bad comedy movie.
"Um, thanks Emmett, but . . ." Here it comes, she's going to let him down easy. "I'd kind of thought we could be gangbusters instead." She had a mischievous smile on her face.
Emmett was frozen for a second, probably in shock, until he said, "Oh, yeah! I always wanted a freaking gangbuster-" he boomed. Mom was the one who cut him off. "Emmett Cullen! Language!"
Emmett's face was sheepish immediately. "Sorry, Mom."
I walked over to her, "How are you felling? You don't feel dizzy, sick, cold . . . ?" (AN: True Twilighters will know where I got that line. Look for the bottom paragraph of my authors note for the answer.) I was worried about her, she had almost died in my living room, for crying out load. Mom seemed to be on the same page as me.
She put a hand on her forehead, "I don't think she has a fever, dear, she feels perfectly fine." Mom put a hand on her forehead again, just to make sure.
"I'm fine." Bella interjected, "It was just a little attack, not that bad. I used to get them all the time when I was little, it only caught me by surprise because I haven't had on e in a couple of years."
"Is there anything that could set it off, your asthma, I mean? Maybe it was something in the house. . ." Mom put a finger to her lips, perplexed.
"No, not that I can think of. The only thing that can usually make me have a sudden attack is when someone has been smoking, and the house didn't smell like it." Mom's eyes widened, and she was frozen in her spot. Then, slowly, her head turned and two livid eyes rested of Emmett and Jasper, who where suddenly very focused on examining the scuff marks the hospital's linoleum floor had left on their shoes.
Mom was very slow and calm when she spoke, which somehow made her even more deadly. "Boys, you two wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you? You haven't been smoking in my house, have you? You know how I feel about that." They mumbled responses of denial and continued looking down. "Boys, look at me when you speak. And try to actually speak this time." Their heads turned up, and the look on their faces said it all. "Boy's," she growled. I have never heard my mother actually growl, but I definitely did now, "meet me in the hallway, we'll talk there." They retreated quickly. She turned to me, "I doubt you did, but I want to know if you had any part in this." She was looking at me with the most stern expression that I have ever seen her use.
I held my hands up, "I didn't even know that they where doing it, much less doing it myself. I've never touched a cigarette, I swear." It was critical to my health that I got that out of the way before she erupted. If there was one thing in this world that my mother hated, it was cigarettes. She had been pummeling it in our brains since we where born never to start smoking. I feared for Jasper and Emmett. Not only had they been doing the one thing that mom thought was worse than boiling live animals, but they had also been the sole reason for Bella's attack, and I think that mom was really starting to like her. Well, we are in a hospital, how convenient. . . She nodded to me to show that she believed me, than stalked out the door to knock some sense into two idiots. I hope they know what their going to say to God, because their going to meet Him today.
Apparently, Dad had the same idea. "I'm . . going to make sure we don't end up with two more patients." He briskly walked out the door, twords the sound of Mom's fading voice, screaming at full volume. I guess she kept advancing, and they retreated to match her steps. I looked back to Bella, her face was as white as a sheet.
"W-Wow. I never imagined that someone as gentle as Esme . . ."
"Could get that angry?" I offered as a finish to her sentence. She nodded severely. "Well, you don't know how much she hates smoking. It's a phobia of hers. She's been working on the whole 'Just Say 'No'' thing since we where babies. I am sorry, though, that you had to have an asthma attack for the truth to come out."
"It's okay. It was bound to happen sometime." She really didn't seem that bothered by it, but I was. My brothers almost killed her. I wondered if Mom was killing them, I hope so. If they where, I would want to see . . .
"Bella, can I step out for just a second? I promise I'll be right back. Just one second."
She looked up at me and smiled. "You wanna go see if your mom is killing your brothers?" I smiled sheepishly. She giggled, "Go ahead, have fun, kid." I gave her a false reproving look, and she just smirked at me.
I raced out of the room and down the hall. My brothers where finally going to get it, and from Mom. This I had to see!
BPOV
I was laying in the hospital bed, humming quietly to myself to pass the time. Edward had promised he would be back soon, I just wondered how long 'soon' was in his book.
Someone knocked on my door, just a light little rap. "Come in." I called after them in a weak voice. Maybe it was my dad, his pity gifts where always good. . . .
I was caught completely off guard when Pete strode in the room, acting as if he belonged there. I could feel my eyes get as big as dinner plates as he smiled at me and raked his eyes over my body. It wasn't a friendly smile, it was a smile that made me fear for my life.
He moved forward to stand on my right side, still smiling. "Wow. I expected you to just let yourself go after you left me, but you look just as good as ever. You been saving yourself for me, baby?" He grinned as he entertained the idea. "I'll take you back, all you have to do is ask me. Why you in here, anyway? I was getting a burger for that part, didn't get to watch you. That little boyfriend of yours break your heart yet? 'Cause you know that no one but me will ever settle for you."
"Y-You've been watching me?" I couldn't help the quiver in my voice.
He looked at me, clearly surprised. "Of course, babe. I watch you almost every second of every day. When you're eating. When you're sleeping. When you're doing absolutely nothing at all, I'm still watching you. Always. Never forget that." I wanted to add that the security camera's wouldn't forget that, either, but I decided to leave that little surprise for court.
"Now, what do you say about coming back to the rez when you get out of here. I forgive you."
"No way in hell." I spat. He was furious.
He went over and grabbed one of the vinyl upholstered chairs and propped it up under the door, so no one would be able to get in. He slowly walked over to me and got right up in my face. "I said," he began slowly, "come back to the rez with me. Agree, now." I couldn't help it, I sucked up everything that was in my mouth and spat it all in his face. "Damn it, Bella!" He screamed. Good, maybe someone will hear. He wiped his face off with his sleeve and the front of his shirt. I had to admit, I was proud of myself. There was quite a bit on his face. Any joy I had from getting him quickly vanished as he slowly stalked twords me. "You've messed with my patience one too many times, Isabella. I'm fed up with it. Now," he said, "I'm going to kill you for this."
Soooooo.......sorry I made you wait so long! My computer got a virus and broke down! Then my mom took forever in getting it to a repair shop. She thinks we don't need it or something. (She never uses it, and she just doesn't get the beauty of it.) Anyway, I'm back on! And I'm faster! Here is your Easter present, enjoy!
The line I stole from Twilight is Edward's line in Port Angelas, when he's worried about Bella going into shock.
