Disclaimer: I'm the Queen of Pixies and all I own is a really pretty imaginary world. Ya'll should really visit Pixieville, I'm gonna invite SM and get her tipsy on my special Pixie Brew and get her to sign over her rights to all things Twilight. *snorts* Yeah right.
8.
Time was of no importance here, and that was a good thing because I couldn't seem to get a hold on it either way.
Lying here like a vegetable was not my idea of a good time.
I found myself wondering mundane things; and of course normal shit that I usually thought of.
I was starting to recognize the voices of certain doctors, even before they told me their name, so I guess severe brain damage was out.
Bella came everyday. I looked forward to her visits. She would come in and crack some silly joke and then would chuckle to herself.
Half of the time, they were pretty corny but I couldn't help laugh to myself.
Other times she would just sit and read.
Things that I had never even known existed, not that I was ignorant or stupid, no, nothing like that.
I guess it's just that my priorities didn't include having time for Chaucer and idyllic poetry.
My life was more fast paced and consisted of the bright lights of the big city and all that came with that lifestyle. Partying, socializing and pretty much doing nothing else.
God, my life had no purpose whatsoever.
That's depressing.
Really, it is.
That being said, I really started listening to Bella when she went on her little reading spree. In fact there was one quote that caught my interest, 'The life is short, the crafts so long to learn.'
Somehow, I had the distinct feeling that all along I had been learning the wrong crafts.
I had never been a 'thinky' sort of person, but with no where to go and nothing to do at the moment, I got lost in my thoughts.
Thoughts of what I would do when I woke up fully, when I got out of here.
I could hear movement in the room, ah, bath time.
Bella would be here soon.
Sure, time was not present in my world now, but I had a routine; and bath time meant visitor time.
I wondered as the cold cloth touched my skin if the nurse giving me a bath was hot.
Hey, I'm a hot blooded male.
I cringed at the thought of some huge Russian nurse giving me a bath and seeing Emmett Jr. Ick.
The bath was soon over and then I was alone for a while before I heard the door open.
The scent of freesias washed over me. Mom.
"Hello baby," her soft voice, heavy with emotion whispered as she leaned over the bed.
Oh mom, I'm sorry you have to see me like this.
She must be so scared.
I loved my mother.
She was my everything, even though I hardly made the time to see her as often as she'd like.
That would change when I got better.
She was going on about something my niece had drawn for me, "I'll leave it right here next to the bed so you can see it when you wake up.
The witch is here, but I refuse to let her come in."
She was talking about Rosalie, didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that.
My mother had never liked Rosalie and she had never hidden that fact; that being the reason why we hardly saw each other anymore.
My world had become resolved around my so-called loving girlfriend.
Pfft.
My mother spent a few more minutes with me, promising to return the next day.
A few other people came and went, friends from work and people I really didn't care about.
I wasn't ungrateful for the visits, but I mean come on, it wasn't as if I used to fraternize with them.
Half of them were probably just there to carry gossip back to the outside world.
They forgot I could hear them, hear their whispers.
"He was probably drunk."
"I wouldn't be surprised, he's not exactly responsible."
Well fuck you too.
They don't know me.
My sister came. She was pissed at me. I loved the little hellion so much.
"And when you get out of here, I'm gonna kick your ass," she said as she leaned over the bed.
She was speaking very quietly which probably meant someone else was in the room, and she didn't want them to hear her threats.
She was only supposed to say positive things, the little brat.
She and the onslaught of visitors soon went away, leaving me to myself and anticipating Bella's arrival.
I wonder what she'll talk about today.
A/N: There's no excuse for the lateness of this update other than life. It happens. Had tons of time to think on where I want this story to go, and so far so good. As the ideas pop out of my cranium you'll get them. Next chapter : Bella and Emmett Jr, have a run in *snorts* Toodles ~ Riney.
