Chapter 11: It's Just A Scratch
Okay, now things start to get a little more interesting. The title should give a little bit of it away. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 11: It's Just A Scratch
The next morning when I woke I decided today I was going to go outside. I was going to breathe the fresh air, and look up at the open sky. I was delighted to find I could walk across the room. Of course it required me to limp, but it meant the super-fast healing was finally getting something done.
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Carlisle consented to my request, as long as I met the rest of the Cullen family first. I hadn't realized there were more of them, but Carlisle introduced me to Esme, his wife, their two other sons Emmett and Jasper, and their other daughter, Rosalie.
Emmett was big and muscled. Wouldn't want to run into him in a dark alley, or a regular one for that matter.
Esme seemed nice, but Rosalie seemed to hate me with a passion. Did I do something to offend her?
Jasper seemed, well…he just seemed Jasper-ish.
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With some help from Bella I managed to make it outside. It was cloudy and a little chilly, but at least it wasn't raining. Alice said it did that lot in Forks. Unfortunately the rocks outside the Cullens' yard were still slippery, so I made sure to keep my footing as I stood on them.
I spread my wings and sucked in the fresh air. Sure it wasn't Arizona, but it was fresh, clean, outdoorsy air. My wing was feeling much better, but it wasn't strong enough to support my weight yet.
The sun peaked between the clouds. It was taunting me. I glared at the sky, and then sighed. It had been a while; it felt like an eternity. I wanted so badly to be off the ground, back in the sky where I belonged! I wondered how high I could get. Maybe I could at least get my feet off the ground. I looked at the others. They weren't paying attention to me. Now's my chance.
I flapped my wings once, hardly any pain. I flapped them harder. If I could just get my feet off the ground…
I kept flapping. This was the hardest I had ever had to work to get in the air. Yes! I was hovering! Maybe my wings could support my weight. Unfortunately it didn't last for long. A bolt of pain sliced through my wing. I had strained it, and now it was completely useless. I fell a foot and tried to get my footing but the rocks were too slippery, and of course I fell – scraping my knee in the process.
Everyone was looking at me with expressions of unexplained terror.
What? Yeah my knee's bleeding but I've had much worse than this.
"Get inside the house," Alice said, ushering everyone away from me.
Everyone but Bella and Carlisle left. Bella swayed, and looked like she was going to hurl, but thankfully she didn't. She must've been the squeamish type, because she didn't come any closer.
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked as Carlisle helped me to my feet. "It's just a scrape."
He didn't answer. Now I was curious…and very suspicious.
"We'll have to get that cleaned up before you go inside," he said.
"What, it's a scrape! Are you all ridiculously squeamish or something?" Considering Edward didn't seem very affected when I was pretty much drenched in blood, that seemed very unlikely.
"It's complicated," he said with a frown. "Bella, would you get me a rag and some band-aids?"
"Bella scurried into the house to obey.
What was going on!? I get one tiny little scrape and then everyone acted like I was the freaking plague. Oh, everyone stay away from Max, her blood will kill you! I mean seriously, it was one tiny little scratch. Small enough to be covered by one band-aid. I just recovered from getting shot in the shoulder!
When Bella returned Carlisle used the rag to wipe off the blood and covered it with a band-aid.
There, boo-boo all better now. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You guys better cough up some answers soon or I'm going to get pretty ticked."
Carlisle turned to Bella, "It looks like we have a lot of explaining to do."