All I could hear were voices and beeping. My body felt heavy and throat was painfully dry. I couldn't for the life of me remember what happened. I knew there was a big fight, but that was all I could remember. What happened in that fight? Where am I? Why can't I manage to open my eyes?
"When is she going to wake up?" Jacob asked with a rough voice.
"There is really no way to say, Jacob."
Okay, so I'm in a hospital, I assume, and the vamp dad is my doctor?! What the fuck?
"She's been like this for a month! There has to be something you can do!"
"I'm afraid not, Jacob."
I heard something that sounded like someone punch a wall. I wish I had the strength to open my eyes and say I'm fine. I just couldn't.
Finally I was able to open my eyes. The room looked dark, it must've been night time. My head still ached as well as the rest of my body. I looked down at my body. My left arm was in a cast and my right leg. There was something wrapped around my stomach. Curiosity grew and I lifted up my hospital gown to see a thick layer of gauze wrapped around my midsection. What the hell happened?
"You're awake?"
My head snapped over to the doorway to see a really rough looking Paul walk through. His hair had grown, he obviously hasn't shaved in a while and he looked exhausted. Paul's eyes were wide as he looked at me, almost as if he was seeing a ghost.
"What happened to me?" I asked wanting to know. "And why can't I remember?"
He sighed as he sat down on the chair beside me. "Victoria found you before the fight. She seemed to have had help. Anyways, all we saw was you dash across the battlefield covered in your own blood. Next thing I knew, that bitch had your sword through your stomach. Then you did a really dumb ass thing and pulled it out to kill her." He paused. "Do you seriously not remember any of this?"
I shook my head. "Although, it does sound like something I would do."
"I thought…. We all thought you weren't ever going to wake up. There's so much I haven't got to tell you and now I know I have to tell you that I have-"
Paul stopped midsentence as someone walked through the door way.
"Marley?"
I looked over to meet Jacob's eyes. He looked even worse than Paul did, but there was some sort of emotion in his eyes… guilt maybe?
Paul got up. "I'll come back later, Marls." He muttered before kissing my forehead and walking out.
Something was up with Jacob. He just stared at me with his mouth open like he couldn't manage to form the words he wanted.
"Why do you look so guilty?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
As he finally answered my question, I couldn't look at him anymore. I should have known it would come to this. I was always the second choice, never to be the first. Being his imprint didn't mean anything. Bella was his love, not me. The moment she wanted him, he went running and this was at the same time I was fighting for my life nearby. If he was actually paying attention to his surroundings than my cousin, I might not be in this hospital bed right now. I should have known better than to trust him.
Four days later…
I guess the doctors and nurses at the hospital got tired of looking at me and just sent me home. Well, I wasn't really going home. Since Bella is never home and Charlie works a lot, I'll be staying with Leah since her mom is a nurse and will be able to help me. I found out my leg was completely shattered, my elbow was dislocated and I had major surgery on my arm, my stomach was mostly healed but I was stuck in a wheelchair. Everyone has been keeping a close eye on me since they had me on pain medicine.
I've been laying in Leah's bed, she refused to let me just sleep on the couch. I haven't seen Jacob since he admitted he kissed Bella the day of the fight. He didn't get a chance to explain himself but he didn't deserve one.
Pain began to shoot up my body and my head started to pound. I admit I've been pretty stubborn when it came to taking my pain medication. A huge part of me was afraid to take them and get addicted again. Depression was starting to creep in like it always does. I guess laying in this bed and not being able to do anything by myself anymore is the cause.
"Marls, c'mon, you got to take your pain medicine." I turned my head to see Paul.
I sighed and painfully rolled over to make my back face him. "I'm fine."
"Stop being so damn stubborn. Leah told me that you haven't been taking them like you need to."
Before I could say anything else, Paul appeared in front of me. He had two pills in his hands and a glass of water.
"C'mon, Marls, I know you're scared you'll get addicted again but, you know better now. You need to take these to get better. I'm not gonna let you sit here and waste away." He sighed. "I'm not leaving until you take these."
I frowned. "What if I don't want you to leave anyways?"