Disclaimer: Roses are dying, violets are dead-
Jacob: I'm sure the Cullen's have told you just to say you don't own it.
If you don't shut up, I'll shoot you in the head!
Edward: FINALLY! She didn't mention anything about…. I AM NOT GAY!
Kudos goes to MFer, Kerrisha, and Alice Vampire for reviewing. To MFer, your prize is that I won't call Bill gay for four days! … starting Thursday :D. Kerri: … like wise, but replace Bill with Twilight.
Chapter 9: Breaking a leg seems painless
"We didn't kill Edwardo!" Emmett reinforced. I stood there, glaring at him. If Edward wasn't allowed to sully Edwardo's name, then neither was Emmett.
"Well, I'm sure he'll turn back. He's a magic penguin!"
The Cullens' and the wolves just looked at me. I looked at Edwardo and smiled. "It's okay. Everything will be fine. You're back with me now! They can't hurt you."
Jacob and Sam looked at each other and sighed while the four Cullens on the beach looked at me quizzically.
"Jacob!" Esme shouted. It didn't sound angry though.
"What?" He asked indignantly, looking at Esme and holding out his palms in a surrender fashion.
"What did you do to her?"
"Me? What? I… I didn't do anything! I barely even talked to her!"
"He was too afraid I'd call him gay again."
From down on the beach, I looked up at Edward and smirked, but didn't think the thought. He looked… sort of angry, sort of happy. Maybe I should cut back on the gay comments, it was actually quite mean… especially since he did end up having sex with Bella.
"SHUT UP!" Came his yell from the silver Volvo. I laughed. Annoying Edward, or at least getting underneath his skin, was so easy!
"Hey Carlisle!" I suddenly remembered my thoughts from when I first found out I was to stay here for a while.
"Yes Lillian?" Awww, he was so nice… and formal.
"The first… morning, I was here at Jacob's, I had a really cool thought."
Carlisle tilted his head and smiled softly. My heart fluttered again and I looked away. No. Don't look at him. He'll RUIN you're thoughts. How the hell was Bella ever dazzled by Edward? His hair was a freak color… maybe he dyed it! … Maybe Rosalie dyed it!
"What was it?" Emmett asked, practically bouncing on the spot.
"Since this isn't my world, and I don't know how to get home… maybe I don't age!"
Everyone just stopped then, but very slowly, everyone started to do something again. Jacob and Sam looked at each other worriedly. Alice sank to the ground, dry sobbing as she remembered the shopping trip. Esme and Carlisle looked at each other. Edward screamed NOOOOOOOOO! And Emmett bounced even more.
"THAT IS SO COOL! WE CAN HAVE A HUMAN PET!" Emmett exclaimed.
Esme and Carlisle disappeared and reappeared a few meters away, out of my hearing. Alice continued sobbing. Edward practically shoved Bella in the Volvo and sped off.
"Do you want to be my pet?" Emmett was in my face.
"Umm… I think Alice might want to play Barbie with me…"
Alice looked up, revenge in her eyes… pure, evil, adulterated revenge. I could just imagine the horrible images she was coming up with. I stepped away from her.
"This… is going… to be… fun." She grinned slowly.
"Emmett, I'll be your pet!"
"Emmett, you touch her and I'll make your life hell for the next forty years."
"Sorry Lillian. You're on your own."
"NOOOO!" I screamed, in a similar, but weakened, form of how Edward had screamed. I turned around and starting running back for the water but Alice caught up to me quickly. Damn vampire speed. She stuck a leg out, intending to trip me. Well, it certainly worked. The only thing no-one had counted on, was the very loud crack that resulted as I hit the ground, and my echoing scream of pain.
In all my imaginings, when I was a child, of me breaking my leg – yes, I'd thought about it – I'd always just laughed it off. Breaking a leg seemed painless, but, in actuality, it was quite painful. Carlisle was at my side instantly, as well as Esme, Emmett and the two wolves.
"Lillian, are you alright?" Carlisle was looking down at me. I reached up and grabbed his shirt.
"Do I smell okay?" I hissed through my teeth and pulled myself up to look at my leg. A small amount of bone was sticking out of my pj pants – yes, I'd jumped off a cliff, and swum in the ocean wearing pajamas – and I pushed Carlisle's shirt towards it. "You're the doctor!"
Alice and Emmett were both holding their breathe. A large pool of red had seeped through the material and I screamed again, not in pain this time. The cows were turning red! Images of vampire cows running after scared townsfolk suddenly jumped to mind and I started laughing.
"Is she hysterical, Carlisle?" Esme asked, worried and switching positions with the blonde haired doctor/vampire.
"I can only assume so. Though, she's normally like this so it's hard to tell," He told his wife. I faintly felt his cold hands touch either side of the break and tensed my body, which included the muscles right up to the break. I hissed in my next breath.
When Carlisle felt the muscles in my body relax… felt or heard? Maybe he could even smell them relaxing, he pulled one side, and pushed the other side of the break. The bone sticking out of my pants disappeared as I watched and it took a few seconds for the pain to register as he'd used more pressure than normal – probably because I was watching and he didn't want me to tense again. As soon as the pain registered in my mind and my body reacted, it didn't really seem worthwhile screaming, but I did anyway. What was the point in having a break if you couldn't scream?
"Alice, go get my bag, now."
I didn't hear Alice respond, and I didn't see her return.
"Who knew a vampire could trip someone so hard?" I mused aloud while Carlisle put a brace on my leg, and then wrapped it tightly.
"We're going to have to stitch and cast it."
"I like muffins."
"Lillian, are you alright?"
"No, proquepines don't live in Antarctica!"
"I'll take that as a no. Esme?"
I heard a car door opening and didn't realize that Carlisle had picked me up.
"I can feel Alaska."
The car door shut and I was still cold. Shouldn't car seats be at least somewhat warm? I looked up at the roof, only I didn't see the roof. My head was on Alice's lap. I started giggling. "I didn't know pixies grew that high."
Alice laughed that pixie comment off.
"Carlisle?"
"Yes?" Carlisle looked around at my and Esme held onto the wheel.
"I don't feel so good. Is that normal?"
"Yes. Can you hold it back? We're almost at the house."
"What are the wolves doing?"
Carlisle turned back and grabbed hold of the steering wheel again, speeding up slightly.
"The wolves are leaving you in our care again."
I tried to grin evilly, but that wasn't happening on my stomach's terms. It churned inside me and I gripped at it.
"MY STOMACH IS TRYING TO EAT ME ALIVE! I HAVE A BELLA BABY!"
Alice couldn't stop herself laughing this time. Her jolting laughter, while quite musical, didn't agree with my stomach either. I tried to roll over and throw up on the floor, I'm sure Alice wouldn't like whatever I'd last eaten on her clothes, but Alice held me securely as the car stopped in a dimly lit place and the door opened. Carlisle reached in, put one arm under my knees, the other under my shoulders and lifted me out. Esme had a bucket ready and as soon as my head cleared the door frame I threw up into, reaching out to clutch it in my hands. Esme relented but kept close to my head.
Inside the house, I didn't see much of it because Carlisle ran through so quickly. That brought about another torrent of acidic bile which joined its buddy in the bucket. Before I knew it, he was placing me on a… couch? It was soft, so I guessed it was. He was back in a second carrying some stuff.
"It's hurts Carlisle. I never knew it would hurt this much. Make it stop hurting!" I cried. This would probably be the only time any of them saw me crying. Maybe that was why Rosalie was grinning at me from across the room.
"Hold still Lillian." Carlisle said, holding onto my bicep. I wondered why, until I felt the sting of a needle go into my vein and then the second and third stings telling me he'd pushed the liquid in and taken the needle back out.
"What was that?"
"A small amount of morphine. It'll take away the pain while I clean and stitch your leg."
"Mmm." It felt like the morphine was going to my head instead of my leg. To not pay attention to any of it, I watched as Carlisle cleaned the needle and pulled out everything else he needed and laid it out on a small sterile mat. Before he did anything though, he unwrapped the bandage he'd put on and removed the brace. For about five seconds he looked at the hole and gently felt my leg.
"The bone is back in place." He said loudly. Rosalie looked slightly disappointed.
The next thing I felt was something stinging my leg. It wasn't bad… kind of like Carlisle had put a needle in it. My eyes started to droop under the morphine and my head rolled to the side. I could see Rosalie… sort of, and Emmett next to her. Alice was standing next to them and bouncing around agitatedly.
A slight tugging feeling started in my leg and I tried to sit up and see what Carlisle was doing. He reached out one hand and pushed me back down. The slight jostle as my head hit the couch echoed down to my leg and the pain came back in a wave. I groaned deeply and felt one final tug before Carlisle started to dab another antiseptic cloth over the stitches. My eyes stayed on the supplies at his knees… Carlisle was on his knees?
He grabbed a white pad of some sort, a brace and a bandage. I felt, distinctly, the bandage being wrapped around my leg. He disappeared for a moment and Edward, who'd been standing by the door, came in and god rid of the bloodied stuff he'd been using. Edward had doctor degrees, why wasn't he helping?
"Nmm-mmm-mmm-mm." I muttered, trying to form some conscious words. Esme and Carlisle into the room one after the other. Carlisle had a bucket of water, a towel and …. Cast sheets? Probably. Esme knelt down at my head and Carlisle stayed standing this time, at my feet.
"Edward, hold her leg up."
Edward stood at the end of the couch and I rolled my head back to look at Carlisle working. While Edward held my leg up, Carlisle dipped the white plaster cast sheets into the water and then swiftly applied them to my leg. He didn't need to worry about the wound, that's what the bandage had been for. I don't know how long it took for him to finish, I fell asleep shortly after he'd applied the third sheet.
YES! Wasn't that an exciting chapter? I know, I know, not much insulting going on, but this chapter had to be done for the other ones. Next chapter title: How could I forget
Anyway, hope you guys reading enjoyed this chapter.
-As a note, I won't be updating for about a week as I'm going outstate for a few days and then won't have a chance to get online until next Friday (for the Australians), for the Americans, this means next Thursday. To every other country, I shrug because I don't know what your days are in relation to mine. - As this was posted late, it doesn't apply anymore... and MFer and Kerri, I didn't call either of them gay... I was too busy insulting my mother because she was trying to hug me... that and I was getting drunk.
Anyone reading under the age of 18: Don't binge drink.
To anyone in that category who has a drivers license (L's or P's): Do not drink and drive. It is highly irresponsible and you could die. And then how are you going to know the end to this story? ... if I ever decide to actually make one.
DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE! Call a taxi or arrange for someone to be the sober one. It is possible to have fun without drinking.
DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!
Take care guys, happy reading.
As all writers do, I screw up a few times when writing chapters. Be it I write the wrong words, I write something totally irrelevant or I use different tenses. This are two lines I mucked up but they sounded so funny I couldn't let them go unseen by the masses. Enjoy them :D
I reached up and grabbed his face. (After Lillian breaks her leg and Carlisle asks if she's alright)
"Alice, go get my back, quickly." (Not too long after ^ one when he tells Alice to go and get his bag)