Chapter 37:The Accident

CHRISSIE'S POV

Warm fingers were trailing up and down my arm, taking me away from the dream that I was having and back to reality. I sighed in contentment and slowly opened one eye, only to close it quickly when the sunlight coming through the window burned. I rolled towards Seth's body, which was curled towards me.

"Good morning beautiful," Seth chuckled.

"Ughgurlsplrtbusk," I groaned, stretching out across the bed and slowly opening my eyes.

"… oh yeah me too?"

I giggled, "Good."

It's really not fair that guys can wake up looking absolutely gorgeous. Like seriously, there should be a rule that a girl can only wake up with Brad freaking Pitt in her bed if she is Angelina Jolie. I probably looked like a smooshed up ferret right now. Poor Seth.

"Did you sleep okay?" he asked me.

"Mmm," I nodded happily.

"Excellent, because I have a LOT planned for us to do today!"

"Oh God. What to these plans entail?" I asked skeptically.

"Well," he sighed, rolling over on top of me, "First we're gonna eat breakfast, then sit on your couch and watch a movie, and then watch another movie, and then eat lunch, and then more movies!"

I broke out laughing, "Sounds good to me!"

"It better because I haven't gotten cable yet."

I gasped in fake shock, "How will I ever survive?!"

"I know it will be a struggle, but we can get through it together," Seth said in a fake serious tone.

"My hero," I touched my palm to his grinning cheek.

"Damn straight!" he exclaimed, rolling off me and onto the floor and landing gracefully on his feet… sort of.

I watched him stumble around looking for a pair of boxers on the ground. He found the ones he had been wearing last night and put them on. I pouted when I could no longer see his exceptionally fine buttock. I went to sit up but he stopped me.

"Eh eh eh! Stay," he ordered. I laid back on my pillow obediently wondering if this was some kind of kinky sex thing. Not that I would mind... last night was pretty freaking awesome. ;)

"What do you want for breakfast?" Seth asked, heading over to the kitchen.

"Um… what are my choices?"

"Erm… toast… cereal… toast…"

I snorted, "Toast is fine. I can show you how to make it!"

"Lay back down this instant!" Seth commanded, "You are my wife and I will make you breakfast in bed!"

"Okay okay," I mumbled, lying back down.

I watched Seth putz around in the kitchen for a while. He seemed to know what he was doing and only ended up breaking one plate. Needless to say, I was proud to call him my husband. Randomly he started singing a quite loud rendition of Sweet Caroline but changing Caroline to Chrissie. It was so terrible that I had to cover my ears.

"SWEET CHRISSIE!"

"…"

"Come on Chrissie! You gotta do the part!"

"Do I have to, dear husband?"

"Yes. Yes you do, dear wife."

I sighed loudly and quietly sang, "Bum bum bum."

"GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOD! I'VE BEEN INFINED!"

"Uh, I think its inc… of nevermind …Bum bum bum…"

"TO BELIEVE IN WEREWOLVES!"

"Uh… okay."

There was a ding and the toast flew out of the toaster. Seth caught them in midair, setting them on a plate. He skipped over to me and set it on my lap.

"Thanks, husband," I smiled, taking a bite.

"Any time!" he smiled, but then looked at my other piece of toast longingly. I rolled my eyes and handed it to him.

"WOOP!"

"So… movie?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Welllllll I brought… Finding Nemo, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Garfield, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, anndddd Christmas in Connecticut," he told me, throwing each DVD onto the bed as he went. Snorting at his random assortment of movies, I picked each one up at a time, studying the cover.

"Hmm… these are all admirable movies but I have to go with Harry Potter," I told him, throwing the other ones back at him to put away. He slid them back into the drawer in his nightstand.

"Sounds good!" he sang, scooping me up (blanket and all) and bringing me to my couch. He plopped me down and went to the DVD played, inserting the disk and hitting play. I snuggled up to him as the music started to play.

"Just out of curiosity, why do you only have the third one?" I asked a little while after the movie started.

"Well I used to own them all but one year Emily organized this pack wide Secret Santa and I got Brady loves Harry Potter so I got him the box set of DVDs, but the third one is my favorite so I kept that one to myself," Seth explained.

"Was Brady disappointed that he didn't get the third one?"

"Yeah but I played dumb. You know 'It was there when I bought it' and the shrug and all that."

"Ah."

I snuggled closer to Seth. He put his arm around me and wrapped the blanket tighter around my waist. I tried to stay awake to watch the movie, but I kept drifting off. I couldn't stay awake any longer when Seth started trailing tickles up and down my back so I let the sleep take over just as Mr. Weasley was warning Harry not to go looking for Black.

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I jolted awake from the cold. The blanket had fallen to the floor. Seth was gone. The light shining through the windows told me that it was almost dark. I looked around in confusion. A note was taped to the TV. I stumbled across the room and grabbed it.

Chrissie Clearwater,

I couldn't wake you up, you looked too cute! Sam called an emergency pack meeting. Some stupid nomad has been wandering too close to borders. I'm sure it's nothing so go back to sleep and don't worry your pretty little head.

The love of your life and only reason for existence AKA the most handsome, dashing, and brave man in the world,

Seth

I smiled lightly at his note and folded it up, leaving it on top of the TV. Stretching, I decided it might finally be time to put some clothes on. I stumbled around; the grogginess from sleep had not fully worn off yet. My back was hurting so it was a little harder than usual to get the sweatpants and t-shirt out of my suitcase. I had to remember to unpack that. Pulling the soft clothes on, I collapsed back onto the couch, turning my phone on for the first time in twenty four hours.

5 MISSED CALLS FROM "MOTHER DEAREST"

Great. Now I get to hear her yell at me for not calling her every five minutes like I was supposed to.

"Chrissie?!" my mom answered on the first ring.

"Hey mom," I muttered groggily.

"Are you okay? You sound sick!" how does one sound sick?

"I'm fine I just woke up," I sighed.

"How are you feeling? How is your heart rate? What's going on?" mom yelled into the phone.

"I… I don't know," I muttered, pressing my hand to my head. It pounded slightly. Great.

"How can you not know? Do you want to die? Just… ugh please come home! Just for an hour! I need to make sure you're okay and then I'll leave you alone," mom pleaded.

I sighed in annoyance, "Can I just come tomorrow? It's getting late and I'm really-"

"Now or I won't be able to sleep tonight," she told me.

I sighed even louder in annoyance, "Alright alright. See you soon."

"Okay honey! Tell Seth to drive safely! Love you!"

"Yeah yeah, you, too," I mumbled, hanging up. I looked around, realizing Seth wasn't there. He hadn't told me when he left or for how long. It could be hours before I saw him again. Peeking out the window, I noticed that his car was there. Now I know this wasn't my best decision, but people do stupid things when they're tired and well… dying. I grabbed his keys off of his nightstand and scribbled a note saying where I'd gone.

I pulled out of our dirt driveway and onto the street. There weren't many cars out but every once and a while one would come speeding down the road, its headlights blinding me in the darkness of the night.

I guess I realized that it was a stupid decision for me to drive when the world started spinning around me. I tried to keep going, I was only five minutes away from home, but it was getting harder to see by the second. Something warm started dripping from my nose. I touched my hand to it and realized it was blood. Huffing in annoyance, I grabbed a tissue from the box that Seth kept in his car for emergencies like this. It wasn't enough. The wad of tissues I took wasn't enough. I looked at the clock. Only four minutes away. I could make it.

I couldn't make it. I felt the car swerve. The last thing I saw was a pair of bright lights racing towards me before lost consciousness.

And then I was falling…

SETH'S POV

Stupid fucking nomads! By the time we'd gotten there to investigate he was long gone! Probably just wanted to stop by out of curiosity. But Sam had to go all ape shit on us and call a pack meeting.

I went to unlock the front door of our house, but it was already unlocked. I guess I must have forgotten to lock it. Well, thinking back I know I definitely locked it. No wolf would leave his imprint alone behind unlocked doors. I just didn't want to think about why it was unlocked at the time.

"Chrissie! I'm home," I called softly. There was no need to yell in our tiny cabin. She wasn't on the couch or in bed or in the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair and checked the oven. Nothing.

"Chrissie?" I whispered, too afraid to find my voice.

Her scent was fresh, not two minutes old. Where ever she had gone, she must have just left. The note I had left for her was on the TV, folded up. I unfolded it and under my message, she had written one to me.

The love of my life and only reason for existence AKA the most handsome, dashing, and brave man in the world, Seth

Mother dearest spazzed and told me to come see her so she could make sure I was okay. Not sure when you'll be back so I'll take the car. It's just a ten minute drive so don't freak out. See you soon!

The love of your life and only reason for existence AKA the hottest, most amazing woman in the universe,

Chrissie

I tried to calm myself down. Everything was fine; it was a ten minute drive. She knew how to drive. She would be okay. She'll be back soon.

I tried to sit down on the couch, but the feeling of impending doom wouldn't go away so I stood up and starting pacing. Just as I was calculating how long I should wait before I went after her, a cell phone rang. Her cell phone.

MOTHER DEAREST

I quickly flipped open the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Seth? Where's Chrissie?"

"She should be at your place by now…"

"…What? She said you would drive her? What's going on? Did you let her drive by herself?"

"No I wasn't here when she left… how long ago did you call?"

"About ten minutes ago. She should be here by now don't you think?"

"I… think so?"

"Okay well… there might be traffic."

"Yeah…"

"Bye Seth."

"Bye Mrs. Hope."

I hung up the phone. Who was she kidding? There was never traffic in La Push or Forks. I decided to go after her. Better safe than sorry right? My car was gone so I had to run along the side of the road at an inhumane speed. Whenever cars approached I would slow down to normal rate.

The sound of sirens in the distance scared me. A police car came zooming past me, and then an ambulance. I picked up the pace, not caring who saw.

The accident was six minutes away from our house, four minutes away from Chrissie's house. Things were bad. I could tell by the feeling in my stomach. Things were very bad. My car was completely wrecked. The paramedics were pulling Chrissie from the driver's seat.

My Chrissie was covered in blood. I watched them put her on the stretcher.

They had to strap her down to stop the seizing.

Sad stuff right? I was crying as I wrote this. I promise it's not over yet! Please don't hate me!

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