Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and therefore I do not own Twilight or the wonderful characters I screw with.
Chapter 11 – Argumentative (Jasper)
"No," Alice said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
Jasper took a slow calming breath as he tried to remind himself exactly why he married his Little Miss. She had to be the most stubborn woman on the planet when it came to avoiding her problems. "Alice, I let it slide last night so you could compose yourself, but you can't just ignore the fact that you wanted to harm yourself. And all because I –"
"Do not finish that sentence," she hissed, her eyes alight with anger. "It was my idea, and I overestimated my control, but I'm fine. It doesn't do me any good to cry over spilt milk, so to speak, after the fact."
"Alice..."
"Please, Jas." She looked up at him from under her lashes, pouting out her lower lip ever so slightly.
The whole effect was ruined by her arms stubbornly over her chest, but he couldn't ignore her plea. He groaned, knowing he'd lost the argument.
Just then his phone beeped telling him that he received a text, which was just weird. Everyone knew he hated text messages. He pulled his phone out and read the message.
Tell Alice to come to the hospital here in Forks. Her brother's in a bad way. It was from Bella. He blinked. Why hadn't she texted Alice herself...
"Did you lose your phone?" He left out the silent again that he was sure Alice could hear. It was a bad habit of hers, and he usually didn't find out until he was sent a text or had to intercede a call meant for her.
"Maaaybe," she said guiltily. "I think it ended up in the dish washer by accident."
He shook his head, slightly indulgently, before frowning. "Bella sent a text for you. She said your brother is in the the hospital."
"WHAT!" Alice screeched.
Jasper winced, glancing at the bedroom window to make sure she hadn't just broken the glass.
She was by his side and pulling the cell phone out of his hands by the time he glanced at her. She read the message before typing a quick reply, her fingers moving a mile a minute.
She glared at the phone, as if willing for a reply to come. A minute later the phone beeped and she read the message before the phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.
Her right hand went to her mouth as she mouthed, "oh no."
He bent down and picked up his phone, reading Bella's reply to Alice's text.
I don't know, Ali, but it doesn't look good. Docs want to do an MRI, if not this afternoon, then tomorrow.
Alice dashed out our bedroom door.