New Twilight

Chapter 7

On The Mend


Harry's operation had gone well, very early the next morning Carlisle had made sure the surgery had worked, and also that he wasn't infected. Cutting someone open was always risky business even in a hospitals sterile environment. So of course you had to make sure, but even at that it could come later. Carlisle now had him sitting up on the bed, and was asking him a few things.

"How do you feel?" asked Carlisle.

"I'm alright," replied Harry giving half a shrug.

"Which colour of cast would you prefer?" asked Carlisle "Green?" most boys his age did prefer the colour.

"Black," said Harry immediately dissuading Carlisle of that notion.

"I see," said Carlisle going to get the colour the boy had asked for, coming back he began working on wrapping Harry's arm. "Not many children choose black, as it doesn't allow many colours to show, many like having their casts signed."

"Not that there's anyone to sign it," snorted Harry quite bitterly. Only two people had signed his cast, when he had broken his leg. He had never really been popular, which was probably why he had so many good grades from school. They were either jealous or immature arseholes, nobody had understood him really. He didn't quite know, but somehow they always found out he didn't have parents. That hadn't been a problem back when he was a child, but seemingly it had mattered in high school.

Carlisle said nothing more as he continued to bandage Harry's arm, he had never really met a child so bitter before. From what he heard from his wife, he couldn't really blame him. He couldn't imagine how any parents could abandon their child; have him raised by a nanny. Although the man in him that knew the darker side of the world, realized it wasn't the worst that could have happened. He could have been left outside to freeze to death, went through the trauma of being shipped from house to house. Although he must have been young, he could have been adopted by a loving family. He could have been abused by his parents, anything could have happened. Despite what could have happened, Carlisle still felt for him for what had happened to him.

"There we go, done, once it's set properly, which will not take any time at all we can see about getting you out of here," said Carlisle smiling softly at the teenager.

"Brilliant," said Harry infinitely more cheerful than he had been a minute ago.

"I can drive you home if you like, I finish in less than an hour," offered Carlisle.

"Uh, sure," said Harry still surprised at this family's help. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't think he ever would. Although Harry, admittedly would have said no if he hadn't known he lived just next door.

Harry sat and read the magazines and ate the sweets Esme had brought him in, the flowers were sitting beside the bed cabinet. Already sitting in water, a nurse had brought along a clear vase so he could put them in. Then giving him a stern warning, that it wasn't to be removed from the hospital. As if Harry would want someone like a vase, he was a teenager for god sake. The fruit was already gone, he felt as though he truly was going stir crazy in here. It didn't help he couldn't get a signal on his phone at all, which incidentally meant he couldn't browse the internet.

He couldn't wait until he could go home, to the privacy of his own house as big as it was, it was better than here. He hadn't gotten a decent sleep last night, the nurses routinely came in, the lights and the noises and smell didn't help either. Of course this had to happen just after trying to adjust to the bloody time changes. His body wasn't used to it yet, which really did suck. What sucked worse was that he'd have school after the rest of the weekend. He seriously wasn't looking forward to it, he had been extremely glad to get out of school in Scotland.


"Are you ready to go?" asked Carlisle poking his head into Harry's room.

The flowers were already gone, the food was placed in the bin and Harry had put his belongings into a plastic bag. Harry had kept the magazines, he didn't know why, he had read them all but he for some reason was unable to place them in the bin with the rest of it. He wasn't used to people being nice to him, so he kept them for, novelty reasons really. He lay with nonchalance that Carlisle could tell was fake, judging by the speed he got up and said "Aye, ready to hit the road," his accent making his to sound like ti and Carlisle really was fond of Scottish accents.

Harry truly was glad to see the back of this place, the nurse had come by with his bill, which Harry still wasn't happy about. He couldn't believe he had to pay for accidents in his place; he had just paid two hundred dollars for surgery. Back in Scotland he knew others like him would just be as appalled, paying for treatment like that. How did people survive in America? What if there were those that couldn't afford treatment? Did they just go untreated? He didn't like to think so. Harry had thought on and off about getting insurance, but wasn't sure if he should. He had only been hospitalized twice, despite what his parents thought he wasn't going to stay here forever. Well, unless he did grow to like it, but America could never be home. Scotland was home, and home they say was where the heart was. If only Harry knew what his life was going to be like he wouldn't have thought that.

"Harry?" asked Carlisle coming further into the room a concerned frown making itself known on his perfectly sculptured face.

"Sorry, just thinking," said Harry shaking himself from his thoughts and following Carlisle out of the ward. He wasn't wearing his usual lap coat; instead he showed off his normal clothes, a nice blue long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black trousers. As they left Harry was very disturbed by the amount of dreamy and lust filled stairs they were getting. He knew it couldn't possibly be him; well women did look at him, but not quite like that. There was something primal, greedy, needy, and possessive about the way they were staring and it made Harry shudder.

"Did they give you painkillers?" asked Carlisle smoothly.

"Aye, and a note for a doctor that I don't have," snorted Harry in amusement.

"Come in and see me when you need more, there's no need for anyone to be in pain," said Carlisle compassionately.

"No? How many people here need medical attention but cannot get it because of the lack of fundings?" asked Harry as he and Carlisle headed towards a black BMW. Carlisle opened the door for Harry, but didn't attempt to help thankfully. Carlisle though knew Harry didn't take well to help, for some reason the teenager hated the thought of being seen as weak.

"The situation isn't ideal I know, but you know things might change one day," said Carlisle ever the optimist. He couldn't believe the teenager was so concerned by others, after what he had been though you'd expect him to be bitter to care little for others. Since nobody had cared about him, why should he care about others? It's how he expected someone of Harry's situation think. Then again humans around him always constantly surprised him, the nicest could be the most manipulative and dangerous. The ones that looked and acted bad were the ones most likely to be the hero. To help someone when they needed it most, the world wasn't what anyone could truly understand. It definitely gave the saying 'never judge a book by its cover' more saying than just about books.

"People don't like change," said Harry softly.

"No, but given time they learn to adapt," said Carlisle. He couldn't believe he was driving and having a proper conversation with a teenager. One that actually wasn't drooling over him, which was very rare itself, he wasn't being big headed. Unfortunately it was part of being a vampire, the lure humans felt to want them, made easier feeding. One that he was having an actual conversation with, he had no doubt if his children got on with him they would like him. Given Rosalie and Esme's comments he had not spoken much to them, he seemed, speechless and unsure when they had been there.

"Perhaps," said Harry.

"Do you know how to drive?" asked Carlisle curiously, he for some reason wanted to talk to the teenager. Put him at ease, not that he was uneasy or anything. He could see what had drawn Esme and Rosalie to him, he just screamed of loneliness, bitterness and pain. Though judging by his earlier comments he had a good heart, and Carlisle took his hat off to the teenager for that.

"No, I was taking lessons but I guess I gotta cancel them, if they haven't already written me off. I'm afraid I've already missed a three hour driving lessons today. Until my arm gets better I doubt they are going to let me get behind the wheel of a car. So that's what six whole months, just when I thought it was an advantage being sent here to get my driving licence early something has to happen," grinned Harry wryly.

"I see, if it's any consolation Chief Swan is already looking for the owner of the car that hit you," said Carlisle.

"It will be if they are caught, although I'm surprised anyone thought to take down the registration plate," admitted Harry.

"Rosalie remembered, she's good with figures," smiled Carlisle warmly.

He must love his daughter very much, and Harry felt extremely sad at that moment, he hated this. It's why he always avoided getting to know people, he hated them talking about family. Brothers, sisters, Gran's, Granddad's, mothers and especially fathers. It only reminded him of his family abandoning him, most days he tended to try and forget they existed. On days like these it was hard to forget, and he hated being depressed over those…there just wasn't a name to describe them.

Carlisle nearly cursed himself; he didn't say anything further as they were getting close to the house. He really hadn't thought about it before he spoke. Of course Harry would be saddened by the constant reminder that his parents didn't care. Whereas others did care about their children, he loved all his children, even Jasper and Alice although he didn't turn them. They might be old, in vampire years but none were older than him which made them children in his eyes. Ironically enough Esme thought the same, but considering Edward was indeed older than Esme it was rather ironic. Edward though had needed Esme's love; he didn't quite understand it even to this day. It was as if Edward's mother had never truly loved him, but she had to have done, she had begged on her death bed for him to save her son. She had obviously not cared about herself, Carlisle to this day, was convinced she had realized what he was.

"There we go are you going to be okay?" asked Carlisle softly; if his children were 'children' Harry was a baby to him. He wasn't supposed to live by himself, it probably made him all the more bitter.

"I'll be fine, I've live by myself since I was fourteen you don't have to worry. I won't burn down the house by accident," teased Harry softly.

"I have no doubt, if you do need anything, just remember, we only live next door." said Carlisle "Do not hesitate to come over, day or night we shall do what we can to help."

"Thanks," said Harry, having no intentions of asking, but was grateful for the show of compassion.

"No problem, take care Harry," said Carlisle as Harry got out of the car.

Harry just nodded and waved with his good hand, his other hand was laying across his chest in a sling. Or at least that's what he called it, and he didn't really care what they called it here. Once Carlisle started to reverse from his drive, Harry took out his keys and entered his house breathing a sigh of relief. He was back, but that was shadowed slightly by the fact he was alone.

Harry grimaced, brought out of his thoughts by the fact his arm was starting to hurt. He placed the bag on the table, and took out the painkillers. Popping two out he wandered through to his kitchen, opening the fridge he took out a can of soda, groaning when he realized he'd have difficulty even opening that. After a few failed attempts he managed to get it right, grinning triumphantly in success he drank the soda to wash down the tablets. Taking the can he wandered through to the living room, popping the pillows to once side, he put on his TV and DVD player. He had just sat down when he realized Lord of the Rings was still in the DVD player. Getting up he put on Transformers, before sitting down, skipping the adverts he pressed play. Wrapping the cover around himself, he engrossed himself in the film. Forty five minutes into it, he fell asleep, not having any tended to do that to a person.


"I think I'll take over the cookies," said Esme as she placed them into a plastic container she had just bought. She had been dying to see him since Carlisle had come home, it looks like she was unable to wait any longer.

"He's sleeping I wouldn't do that, he seems exhausted," said Edward immediately. Appearing out of nowhere, but they all knew he had been in his room. Edward had been trying to stop himself, really he had tried, and he knew how creepy he was acting. However, he had wanted to know how his mate was, make sure he was truly alright. He trusted Carlisle don't get him wrong, he just likes worrying over nothing it looks like. When he saw Harry trying to open the can, he had almost just flown right into the boy's kitchen. His mate deserved looking after; he knew in his heart nobody could ever appreciate Harry more than him. Harry was his mate after all, and at the end of the day someone he had waited one hundred years to come along. The down side? Harry had been hurt too much in this life. He never wanted him to know what he was, what he could do, the boy would run and Edward wouldn't blame him. That would hurt Edward more deeply than anything else in the world could. He didn't know why he was protesting to this, for fear of him hurting Harry, or Harry hurting him. Every idea he had sniped at Jasper was pathetic attempts at hiding what he truly felt.

He was scared, terrified really. For the past one hundred years he had hoped for this, now that he was here go figure he would be utterly petrified of what COULD happen.

"Aww, the poor dear, he mustn't have got much sleep," cooed Esme placing the plastic tub on the kitchen counter to take around later. Harry drew the mother in her to him, he was so lonely and hurt he didn't deserve it. She really would kill the parents if she ever figured out how to get to them; she'd give them a piece of her mind.

"He hasn't slept much, according to the nurses chart Harry was awake every time they came in," said Carlisle from his office but aware of every word that was spoken.

"Will he be attending school?" asked Jasper curiously from where he was sitting on the seat reading a very old book. Edward truly was in it deep, the lust had faded leaving behind concern, since seeing him an hour ago he had calmed down considerably. He didn't know why Edward was fighting this, hell; he'd given up his lifestyle for Alice. He attended school for Alice, he loved her so much he could never deny her - yet Edward was willing to give it up. Throw in the towel before it had even begun, he must be insane, and everyone's voices must be getting to him.

"Yes," said Alice immediately. That much she knew, he was determined to go to school tired or not.


Next Chapter - Harry Meets All The Cullen's And Attends His First Day At Forks High School - Will Edward Be Able To Read Harry's Mind? Last chance for that one! will Edward be Cold Towards His Mate? Or will he be friendly enough? Will Carlilse have a speak to him noticing something is wrong? Will harry get magic? if he does will it be before he's turned or after will the Potter's go to Forks to make it up to their first born son? R&R PLEASE!