Hey guys, so sorry for the uber short chapter, but i'm on my way to the bigggg city for a dance thing, so i have had absolutely NO time to do anything but. Thanks for all the awesome reviews i've been getting, they're extremely encouraging. So keep those cominG!!!!!! thanks again, and have fun reading!!
Claire POV
I was floating, floating on a sea of chemical aroma's, and a stiff backboard of some sort, not the kind of floating that was particularly pleasant. It sounded like someone had been calling my name as well, something that always edged onto the very outline of my weightless illusion, but then disappeared, only to appear again a few minutes later. It was all extremely strange.
The name calling began again, and to my surprise is was clearer, however I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear it. The pain in the solitary word that was my name was dreadful, something that I had had to listen to for my entire trip to the floating realm of my mind. My name was moaned again, a sorrowful, scratching, tearing sound, and I flinched mentally, when would it stop? My name rung out again, and I felt my fingers twitch. Yes.
I willed the name to be called again, and it prevailed, calling out with a particularly harsh vengeance. My fingers twitched again, and to my great happiness I felt the imaginary cotton in my ears began to fade, new sounds from my surroundings making it to my receptive cells.
Again, I willed it.
The voice never let me down, and a groaned version of my name swam through my ears. Both hands twitched. Voices buzzed around where I felt myself laying, and it felt as if a finger was running across my forehead, playing with the stray hairs that sat there. My name was moaned again, and this time my toes responded as well, twitching in unison with both hands, and a corner of my mouth.
Again.
My nose twitched with the rest, sending a new wave of buzzed talk through what I heard to be quite a crowd around where I was. Once more.
"Claire…" cried the voice, and this time, before I could make a choice, my eyes flew open, wild, and confused.
"Claire, oh thank god, oh thank god…." Cried a woman to my right, flinging herself onto my waist. I recognized the top of the head as my mother's, and awkwardly patted her shoulder as I felt her tears soak the sheets she was burying her face in.
"Oh Claire." Breathed another voice. I turned and smiled at my Aunt, her beloved husband standing behind her with a loving grip on her waist. I let out a massive breath, and gave them a wispy smile. Each boy from the pack then stepped forward, patting my arm, my head, or giving me a small, tight smile. The same expression on all of their faces. Anxiety.
They didn't believe for a second that I didn't know what was missing. They all just refused to tell me.
I looked pleadingly at Emily, begging her to tell me where he was, where my Quil was.
"Maybe now isn't the best time sweety…" She said softly, and I saw Sam's arms around her waist tighten. She grimaced at the strength, and he mumbled an apology in her ear.
"So what you're saying, is that I'm going to have to get out of bed to find him?" I threatened. Moving my arms to prop myelf up, only noticing now the aches and pains in my bones, the cast that still wrapped my arm providing the only colour to my skin.
"No. No." Emily protested, stopping me with a firm hand on the shoulder. I winced as the contact covered a particularly large bruise. She apologized.
Emily looked at everyone, and my mother climbed off my bed, standing beside my father, purposefully blocking what was on the other side. I glowered at them, and my mother shot me a withered, watery smile.
"She's going to have to see sometime." Emily reasoned with my parents.
"But she just woke up. Can't this wait?" My father replied.
"I don't think this case is an amazingly good example of self control, she's going to go stir crazy."
"Dad. Move." I growled. He jumped, and looked at me with a startled expression. Emily nodded. My dad shuffled to the side, dragging along my mother, and what sat on the other side of the human barrier was not something I had ever expected to see.
There sat Quil, his beautiful face ravaged, his shoulder padded with what seemed like a food of bandages, and more wires plugged into him then I had seen in the 16 years of my life.
"W-what happened to him?" I choked out. A guilty cough sounded from behind me, and I turned my watery eyes on sam.
"You did this?" I croaked. Sam, looked away, a pained expression on his face, ashamed. Emily looked down.
"Why…why…how…could you do that to someone?" I accused, my voice rising.
"Claire… I didn't do this." Sam whispered. "It's…complicated." I stared him down.
"explain. I'm not going anywhere.." I demanded. He scratched at his neck.
"When Quil went to…the cullen's…Jamie broke his shoulder…but what we didn't know was that one of the fragmented bone pieces got lodged in his spine. We don't know what's going on, but It's been a week now, and he hasn't woken up, his healing cycle has returned to that of a regular human…we…don't know if he's going to pull through…" Sam said sadly, his voice wavering.
I looked at them all.
Dazed beyond my wildest dreams.
