BPOV
"So, Bella. I want you to describe everything that you remember from earlier tonight." The Policeman asked me from a clipboard.
"Well...It's kind of a weird and long story." I said weakly not bothering to sit up from the hospital bed. I didn't even know if I was able to sit up yet, but I didn't feel like trying.
"Well you're in luck, because I have time and patience." Officer Briggs said jokingly.
I looked around the white room.
"Alright. I'll start just from what I remember?" I asked hoping that was all that was needed from me.
"That will be fine." He nodded while sipping a coffee from a white mug that said "#1 Dad!" on it.
"Well...I remember that...I sat up from wherever I was. My chest had felt like it was caving in...I tried to steady my breathing. But all I felt was more pain.
Wherever I was was cold, and my mouth tasted like pennies.
It was so Dark...I looked around for anything...A light...A flicker...a sign of anywhere that I was.
There was someone next to me. And they were breathing. Hard. I didn't know what to do. I was in a lot of pain. I didn't know if I should be talking to them for help, or trying to pretend to be sleeping or maybe even dead."
I looked up to Officer Briggs to make sure that I was doing this right. All I could really tell him was what I knew and remembered through my muddy recollection. I felt a little bad. I wish that I could have helped more.
I paused.
He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, silently asking me to go on.
"I remember...I remember waking up with tight cloth in my mouth...and...Around my wrists. I had felt something warm and sticky run down my stomach.
I tried to pinpoint the pain. And that would have been when I screamed. Looking back, I don't think that I could have held it in.
I was fairly sure at that point that a few of my ribs were cracked. I screamed again, only this time louder.
I felt a heavy hand clamp down on my mouth. And then something against my head. Something cold.
'What did I tell you dear?' I had no idea what he meant."
I swallowed, and looked down to the white sheets of the hospital bed. I wanted more Morphine, but wasn't about to stop and ask someone to work on me if they had more important things to do.
The pain was all I could think about. It consumed everything...I didn't think it was possible, but my breathing got heavier. I screamed again, against what I was told and my own will. I was panicking.
I heard the cold thing against my head click, and by then I had realized that it was a gun. In my panic, I hadn't even figured out what was going on, but I was fairly sure that I was going to die.
I didn't recognize the voice...I always thought that Phil would be the one to come to get me someday. Not some stranger. I thought...I thought at least..."
Officer Briggs looked up from his legal notepad to stare at me. He looked worried.
"Uhm...Sorry. Anyways...He had bent closer to my neck.
'Do you want me to do what I did to your friend over there?' He breathed.
My mind was racing by then.
'What do you want?' I asked as quietly as I could to not set off another wave of pain.
'Shhhh....Don't you worry. You'll know really soon.' He laughed. I could feel his smile through his words.
He laughed like you would if had heard a friend casually tell a cheesy joke. Like he did this every day. I heard some jostling, then a snap. He was rummaging through something...looking for something.
He put his cold hands around my waist, pulling me up in one fell swoop. He was strong. Strong enough to break someone s ribs."
I shuddered. Officer Briggs grimaced and nodded.
"He picked me up in just the right way, careful not to hurt my broken body. I didn't know why, but it seemed like he wanted to keep me alive. Like he knew what he was doing.
Uhm...
I was still completely blind.
He pushed me up against the wall. I braced myself for the pain. I told myself not to scream. I held my breath, and turned my face to the cold concrete wall to try to lessen the blow.
I waited. But...nothing came.
'Can you stand on your own?' He asked still pinning my arms to the wall.
I doubted he would be able to see if I nodded, so I quietly whispered yes through the pain, even though I wasn't sure if I could stand on my own.
He let go of my arms and I heard him walk to the other side of the pitch black room.
The squeak of hinges. And...The scratching of a record.
I had begun to feel weaker...I slid down the wall.
The mystery criminal caught me by my wrists. 'I thought you said you could stand on your own.' He laughed. He had a musical voice.
I looked down, feeling powerless. The taste of pennies got stronger. He pulled me up slowly. 'Here' He said, moving my head to his shoulder, and my arms to his.
There was music playing in the background quietly...Violins I would guess. It was hard to tell through my haze. He was tall.
We began to slowly Waltz.
'Why?' I asked. This felt crazy.
He laughed softly, and then I heard the rummaging sound again.
My foot ran into something soft. A body."
I flinched. And Officer Briggs looked up again.
"Are you alright Ms. Swan?" The officer asked with concern.
"Yes...uhh...yeah I'm fine." I lied.
"If you could go on, with as much detail as possible it would be very helpful to the case." Briggs asked quietly, trying not to set me off.
"Yeah. I can do that." I said feebly.
"'Don't scream. It will be worse if you do.' He said as something wet and cold hit my shoulder.
I felt a sharp sting on my neck. It hurt pretty badly, but I wasn't sure of what it was.
There was a very loud bang coming from the wall behind me. A door. A door had been kicked in.
The light from the open door illuminated the man's face. I knew that face.
But before I could tell where I knew it from, he was out the door. Running somewhere.
My body completely gave out, and I expected to hit the concrete floor with two broken ribs and that would be it. I would die. But instead, I was caught by two freezing cold strong arms.
'It's alright. Sleep now. I have you.'
And that s when it went dark again."
I swallowed. Hard. This whole thing sounded crazy. I sounded crazy.
"Hmmm...." Briggs said while scribbling something on his legal pad. "Alright, thank you Ms. Swan. Should I send your doctor in to see you?" He asked, looking to his coffee.
"Uhm..." I wasn't sure if I wanted to see anyone just yet. Especially if they all thought I was insane. I was in no mood to be patronized.
"I'll send someone in, don't you worry Ms. Swan." He said over his shoulder.
I sighed. Oh well.
I went over the nights happenings in my head.
It all seemed so impossible...I must have imagined it?
I MUST be crazy...
"You're not crazy Ms. Swan." A beautiful voice said to me from the doorway, which must have been my doctors.
Had I said that out loud? I shut my eyes and sighed. That s embarrassing.
I looked over to the door.
Wow.
This man was beautiful. He was tall. Maybe...6'2. He was also white. Incredibly white. Had he never seen the sun? He also had a brilliant shade of blond, almost white hair. But he looked maybe 25. Not nearly old enough to be my doctor. But...there he was in a white coat, glasses, and a clipboard with X-rays.
I had never been to this hospital before...it was too expensive. I had been told that the boy who rescued me was paying my bills, and I felt terrible. I hadn't even seen the boys face, much less even met him. He seemed very generous. I was also told that the boy s father, Dr. Cullen, whoever he was, owned the hospital. That made me feel a little less bad, but not by much.
"You're not crazy." He said again, this time putting up my X-rays to the rectangle of light on the wall. "Your ribs are quite broken. Three of them." He sighed, and gestured to the screen.
Yup. There was a noticeable crack in three of them, and one of them was completely out of alignment. My hands instinctively touched my ribs, followed by a sharp intake of breath. I winced.
"You broke your left ankle as well." He smiled softly, with sad eyes. "You'll have to stay here for a month or two in intensive care. But don't worry. My son wants to take care of everything."
...What?
"Your son?" He was much too young to be the father of the teenage boy who saved me. Wasn't he? "But...I thought Dr. Cullen's son, the owner of this hospital, was the one who saved me." I was fairly sure I had gotten the names right.
"Yes. That's me. Dr. Cullen." He smiled, tapping his green name tag on his coat pocket.
I leaned closer, reading it.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen, MD.
Huh.
"If there's anything else you need, just ask. My son has asked me to be your personal doctor for the next couple of months." He smiled warmly. "You're my first priority.
I smiled sheepishly. I have to meet this boy. I wanted to grimace at the thought that this boy was giving me so much attention, and making such a big deal about a few broken ribs and an ankle. But I thought it might look ungrateful to the doctor. So I just nodded thanks.
He began to walk out.
"Actually..." I whispered my quietest whisper.
He turned on his heels.
"Yes Ms. Swan?"
Wow. How did he hear me?
"Uhm...well I was just wondering. Where was I found?" I looked down, hoping I didn't ask a question that made me seem crazier than I presumed I was.
"You were found in an abandoned warehouse." He said very seriously.
Well that would account for the cold and the darkness. And it seems a typical setting for such things to take place. I felt safer and more stable knowing that there was something that was not out of the ordinary.
"And you were right, Ms. Swan. He did want you alive, and he did know what he was doing." He said, taking of his glasses. His eyes were the most amazing shade of gold. "The sting that you felt on the back of your neck was a very rare kind of tranquilizer shot. He wanted you alive, in pain, awake, but submissive. He wanted to be able to do what he wanted with you without you passing out or dying. The chemicals are out of your system now, but they showed up in your tests." He looked sad. "But don't worry. He left his gun behind. We'll catch him."
...They hadn't caught him yet.
I felt uneasy. I smile-nodded.
"Is that all Ms. Swan?" Dr. Cullen said.
"Yes. Thank you Dr. Cullen." I said, politely.
"Please. Call me Carlisle." He said warmly.
"Oh. Actually there is one last thing." I said slowly and quietly. "What is your son s name who did all of this for me?" I asked tentatively.
He smiled, like he had been waiting for me to ask that very question.
"Edward." He said. "His name is Edward."
A/N: YAY! Long chapter! Please PLEASE comment. I appreciate it SO MUCH. Love you!
Chloe