So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here. I may also repost A Ilha Do Amor, too ... we'll see.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
This is different from the norm. In all of the stories that I've read or that I've seen, all of the characters are disgustingly perfect unless they are written with very clear flaws. This story is about love (um, duh! Look who's writing it. I'm the queen of romance), and finding it in the least likely place with the least likely person.
Now, this story is based in a hospital. My medical training comes from…WebMD. I'm not a doctor, nor do I claim to be. I'm a music teacher who has a wild imagination and a penchant for all things Twilight (and with this story, added in a mix of ER! I loved Luca Kovac…) Which brings me to my disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. If was, I'd be rolling in the dough from her insane imagination that gave us Bella and Edward. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Fifteen
EPOV
However, her pocket was ringing. "Crap," she hissed, picking up the phone. "I don't recognize the number."
"Do you want me to answer it?" I asked. She nodded and handed me the phone. "Hello?"
"I'm sorry…I was looking for an Isabella Swan?" came a male voice.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Assistant State's Attorney Roger Phelps," he replied. "We have some news about her father."
"Hold on," I said. "It's an attorney, Roger Phelps. He's got news about Charlie."
"Put him on speaker," Bella said. I pressed the speaker button. "Yes, Mr. Phelps?"
"Ms. Swan? I'm calling to inform you that your father was released on bail earlier this morning," he said. "You do have a restraining order against him and that's in effect until your trial. If he comes within five hundred feet of you, call the police and he'll be thrown back in jail."
"How did he get out, Mr. Phelps? How did he get the money?" Bella asked, her voice tight with anger.
"The money was paid via money order through Mr. Swan's bank," Roger explained. "How he got it was not disseminated to me. I'm sorry. However, you needed to be notified that your father has been released. He's been placed on house arrest, only to go out for employment and physical therapy."
"My dad is unemployed, Mr. Phelps," Bella explained.
"Apparently, he was hired as a super in his apartment building by Sam Uley. Do you have any more questions, Ms. Swan?"
"No, thank you," she whispered.
"Have a good day, Ms. Swan." Mr. Phelps hung up the phone. Bella held the phone in her hand, staring at it blankly.
"Bella? Talk to me, love," I said as I held her close.
"I need one of my pills," she said, her voice sounding strangled.
"I've got some in my medicine cabinet in my office," I said calmly, moving her off my lap. I swiped a Xanax for her and handed it to her. She took the pill dry and grimaced as it went down. "Do you want to go home?"
"No, I'm fine," she choked out.
"Do you want to talk to Michele?" I pressed.
"Can I get some time to myself?" she asked, looking at me. "Take my lunch break now."
"Sure, sweet girl. Do you want anything?"
"Can I use some paper? I need to journal and it's sitting at home," she sighed. I nodded and handed her a pad of paper. "I'll be out in a half hour."
"Okay, Bella," I said as I brushed her hair back. "If you need anything…"
"I'll call you. I just need to process this, Edward," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were glazed over with tears but she wasn't hysterical. "I love you, baby. I promise…I'm not pulling away."
"Can I kiss you before I go back on the floor?" I asked. She smiled and a few tears slipped from her eyes, but she nodded. I kissed her lips softly before kissing her forehead. "I'm proud of you, Bella."
"Thank you," she whispered. "Go. I'm fine. I promise." I pulled away and walked to the door. She began writing on the pad of paper. I stared at her for a few moments, watching her as she intently scribbled down her thoughts. Her brown eyes looked up at me and she arched a brow. "I'm not going to break down. Go!"
"I'm going," I snorted. "I love you…"
"I love you more, Edward. Thank you for giving me the time and space to process," she said gratefully. I left my office but something didn't sit right. The fact that Charlie got out on bail was a far stretch. He couldn't pay his medical bills but a $250,000 bond?
Jenkies, something fishy is going on here…
BPOV
Who would have paid my dad's bond? I know that he had to come up with ten percent of the bond. Charlie did NOT have $25,000 lying around. He probably has less than a thousand dollars in his savings account. If that…
I started pacing in Edward's office. I had to get my emotions under control. I could feel my anger bubbling underneath my skin. If I didn't get under control, I'd be an extreme mess; sobbing, crying and hysterics. Breathe, Bella. So, I breathed. Deep and slow.
"He can't hurt me," I whispered. "He's got an ankle monitor and I've got a restraining order. Process…process…write and process." I sat down and picked up the pad of paper that Edward gave me. I tapped my pen against my lips before I started writing.
April 30th, 2013
My dad got released from prison. He paid or someone paid his bond. I don't know how to handle this, honestly. I'm trying to keep a lid on my emotions but the thing I most want to do is scream at the top of lungs. I want to sob, hit something and completely lose my shit.
But, I can't do that.
I'm an adult and I need to act as such.
I still want to do it.
So, what do I do now? How can I handle this without completely losing my mind?
I have no fucking clue. I don't want to hide behind Edward. While he's strong and wonderful, I can't use him as a shield forever. For now, I just need to accept that my dad's out and will remain out unless he breaks the restraining order.
Not make things any more interesting, my ex-whatever-he-is is the new trauma surgeon at County. He's apparently talking smack about me to Edward, explaining that what he did to me ten years ago was all a bet. A thousand dollars to take my innocence. How fucked up is that?
He better pray that he doesn't work with me. If he does, we're going to have words. And I'm not talking polite words. I want to rip him a new asshole.
I heard a quiet knock on the door. Carmen poked her head inside. "Bella, Edward told me you were in here. I'm sorry, sweetie, but we have a car accident rolling in. We need you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Carmen," I said as I put the pad paper on Edward's desk. "Let me wash my hands and I'll be right with you."
"You're working with Edward," she said with a soft smile. "Dr. Denali is working with Dr. Black."
I wrinkled my nose when she mentioned Jacob. Together, we walked to the ambulance bay after I washed my hands in Edward's bathroom. Edward was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "What do we have?" I asked him.
"Head on collision. Three victims," he said. "Two adults and one child. Based off what the paramedics said, the child appears to be fine except for some minor scratching. It's the adults we're worried about."
"Do you know the extent of the injuries?" I asked.
"No," Edward sighed. "However, over the radio, it sounded like they were running a code."
"We should take the more critical case," Jacob barked. "You might be at a disadvantage, Dr. Cullen. You only have a nurse with you. Dr. Denali and I can handle the case easily since we're both board certified."
"Dr. Black, be respectful of my staff," Edward snapped. Jacob rolled his eyes and pumped his hand as if Edward was getting a hand job. "That's it. You've got a letter for sexual harassment in your file. The gesture you just made was lewd and uncalled for. Keep it up and you'll be removed from the premises." Jacob glowered at Edward until the ambulance drove up to the ambulance bay.
The patient was a woman who was in the car that was hit. Her son was crying in the arms of a paramedic. Dr. Denali tugged on Jacob's lab coat and they walked with the woman into one of the trauma rooms. Her white shirt was covered with blood and her face was unrecognizable. The ambulance pulled away for the other ambulance to pull up. Inside of the second ambulance was an elderly gentleman. He was intubated and not breathing on his own. His chest was crushed by the steering column and his legs were broken.
"Talk to me," Edward said sternly to the paramedics who were pulling the patient out of the rig.
"Driver of the car that hit the woman and child. Jonas Rathgab, 87. He flatlined twice en route to the hospital. He also had what appeared to be a seizure that was stabilized with anti-seizure medication. Unresponsive at the scene," explained the paramedic. Then, he rattled off his vitals, which were grim at best. We rolled Jonas into the trauma room. Working swiftly, we removed his clothes. His chest was bruised significantly and Edward was concerned about a punctured lung or bruising around his heart.
We worked together seamlessly. However, Jonas was not looking like he was going to survive this accident. It appeared that he had had a stroke while driving his car and he veered into the other lanes of traffic, slamming into the woman and her son. His brain scan indicated very little brain activity. His heart was bruised and there was concern that his aorta was torn. Upon scanning his chest, it was slightly lacerated and he needed open heart surgery to repair it.
We were waiting for Jonas' family to make the decision on that. He was lying in the trauma room, being closely monitored, as his family drove in from the suburbs. The woman, Trina Smythe, and her son, Brandon, were going to make a full recovery. Brandon had superficial scratches to his face and arms from the broken glass, but was fine. Trina had a broken nose, jaw and cheek. She also had some broken ribs. She was being held overnight for observation before getting released tomorrow to her family.
Near the end of our shift, Jonas' family arrived at the hospital. His daughter, Mary, and son, Brett, took one look at him and knew that he wouldn't survive the surgery. His brain was only functioning at a basic level. He'd never have a meaningful recovery. With heavy hearts, Mary and Brett signed a DNR order. Jonas was brought up to the ICU.
He didn't even survive the night.
Edward and I were in his office as he typed up Jacob's letter for sexual harassment when we got the call from the charge nurse upstairs in the ICU. He died peacefully, surrounded by his children.
That night, I went home with Edward and we clung to each other. Or rather, he clung to me. I know he was afraid that I was going to pull away with the recent addition of Jacob to the staff of County and my dad's release. I was quiet for following few days. Edward respected my need to think and process it all. He was patient and loving and for that, I would be eternally grateful.
xx APFL xx
A week after my dad's release, I was folding some laundry in my bedroom. Edward was currently tinkering with my new laptop that I had purchased. A local electronics store was having an awesome sale and I jumped on purchasing the computer since I was living in the 20th Century. Having an ancient flip phone and no computer, not so good for those who want to be tech savvy. Bella Swan is now firmly in the 21st Century with a Sony Vaio laptop with all of the bells and whistles that I could ever want or need. The next item on my technical wish list was a smart phone. Pinching my pennies for that when my phone contract needs to be renewed in June.
"Bella, this is one sweet machine," Edward squealed. "So much better than my laptop."
"Would you like a moment alone with my computer?" I teased. "You're sounding like a fangirl who's met Robert Pattinson or something."
"Oh hush," Edward snorted. Then, he blushed. "I did sound like a teenage girl."
"It's a computer, Edward. It won't cure cancer or create world peace," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his ear. "It will, however, allow me to email you, listen to music, and write my journals."
"What about the journals I got you for Christmas?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"I'm still using them. I've filled up one of the journals and now started on a second one. However, I'm going to transfer the entries in my prior journals onto the computer," I smiled, kissing his soft lips. "Hmmmm, so good, Dr. Tattward."
"Dr. Cullen, Nurse Swan. None of this Dr. Tattward Sexward stuff," he purred against my mouth. "Are you done with your laundry because I'd like to have some with my sexy as fuck girlfriend? Maybe live up to my nickname?"
"Almost, baby," I said as I nipped at his bottom lip. "I just need to put in one more load then we can have some sexy times."
"I love sexy times with you, sweet girl. Am I going to get a taste of your sweet pussy?" he growled. I whimpered. I really loved it when he talked dirty. It was so gritty and sexy. I pulled away and swiped my laundry basket. I swapped out the loads and hung up my clothes. Edward eventually got impatient and he tossed my neatly folded scrubs into the basket. The next thing I knew, I was on the bed with Edward kissing me with abandon. Our clothes were tossed onto the ground and he did taste my 'sweet pussy' until I was screaming his name. Thank goodness Angela is staying over at Ben's. I returned the favor to my sexy boyfriend and we lay on my bed in a post coital glow. I was curled up against his slightly chest, running my fingers through his downy chest hair. He was gently rubbing up and down my back.
"I think I'm going to call Emmett tomorrow," I said as I looked up at him. "With my dad being out of jail and Jacob working at County, I want to take him up on those training sessions. The kick boxing, in particular."
"That's awesome, sweet girl," he cooed, kissing my forehead. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"Only if you're going to work out yourself. If you're going to stand and hover over me, then no," I said as I kissed his chest.
"Can't I do both?" he pouted.
"Edward," I chided.
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll go, but just to work out."
"Thank you," I smiled, snuggling up to his bare chest. "Love you, Dr. Sexward."
"Oh, Bella," he sighed then chuckled. "I actually don't mind that one. I can't wait to show you what I really can do, sweet girl."
"Dear God," I moaned.
"Not God. Edward. Or, in our case, Dr. Sexward," he cooed. "I love you, too."
xx APFL xx
The next morning, I called Emmett to see if he had any availability for a training session. He gleefully said that he had an opening at noon. I scheduled my appointment and just before noon, I was standing outside of a large gym. I was shifting nervously, trying to get myself ready to go in. "Bella, the gym won't bite you," Edward said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight black t-shirt, displaying his muscles. On his head, he wore a backwards baseball cap. He looked cute and sexy.
"The gym might not but the people inside might," I whispered. "What if the gym is filled with epic bitches like Lauren or Jessica?"
"Then you kick their asses using your new-found knowledge of kickboxing," he quipped. "Come on, Pippi."
"Shut it. I like the braids," I said as I flipped them over my shoulder. I decided to braid my hair into two French braids. My hair had a tendency to come apart when I was doing anything physical unless I braided it. "Besides, you can use them as handlebars when I'm done."
"Aw, hell. Bella! How am I supposed to work out now?" he whined. "I'm now sporting a woody."
"You could always jerk off in the locker room," I teased as we walked in. Emmett was waiting for us as we entered.
"Bella, that's just gross," he snickered.
"What's gross?" Emmett asked.
"Nothing, Emmett," Edward said as he held out his hand. "Be kind to her, dude. Not one hair out of place, got me?"
"She'll be perfectly fine," Emmett smiled as he wrapped his arm around me. "Come, my young padawan. It's time for the master to teach the ways of the Jedi."
"Oh, God," I laughed. Emmett winked at me and led me to a small room off the main gym. The floor was covered with mats and located by the door were some padded gloves.
"Take off your shoes and socks," Emmett said. "We're going to stretch out first and then I'll show you some basic attack strategies. Perhaps, after you're done, you can use some of them on your doctor."
"I don't want to hurt him," I frowned.
"He'll be fine. Edward has taken several kick boxing classes with me and he knows how to block and parry attacks. He's actually really good. When I can't work with you, Edward can definitely step in."
"Kay," I said.
"Have a seat on the ground and stretch out your legs to the sides," Emmett instructed. I did as he asked and he talked me through some pretty simple stretches. Once I was sufficiently warmed up, Emmett told me to put on the gloves. He slipped on some protective gloves and our lesson began. "First off, you need to adjust your stance. Slightly bend your knees and put one foot in front of the other."
"Which foot?" I asked.
"Are you right-handed or left-handed?"
"Right-handed."
"Then, stand with your left foot in front of your right. It'll provide more stability when you attack," Emmett explained, demonstrating the proper pose.
"Like this?"
"Perfect," he smiled. "Now, I'm going to warn you. You will feel this workout in your thighs, forearms and shoulders. Get your hot doc to give you a massage when you get home."
"Kay," I giggled. "Show me, Obi Wan."
"Ah, my young Jedi, you have much to learn," he crowed, waggling his brows. For an hour and half, Emmett worked me through the paces. I learned how to properly hit to garner the most power for my frame. He also gave me pointers on how to kick my attacker along with other basic self-defense techniques. Emmett eventually called Edward into the room and together, they finished my first kick boxing lesson. I had managed to flip Edward onto his back but couldn't get Emmett since he was so big.
I was covered in sweat by the time Edward and I left the gym. I was squicked out about showering in the gym so we drove to his house where we took a shower together. Edward was quite insatiable inside his shower, making me come with his fingers and again with his mouth. I went to return the favor, but Edward said that I had enough of a workout. The rest of the evening was spent being pampered and massaged until we went to bed.
xx APFL xx
"I think I'm going to die," I grumbled to Angela the next day. "It wasn't hurting while it was happening, but my body is about collapse from the workout I got yesterday from Emmett."
"Just think of the amount of calories you burned, Bell," Angela snickered.
"Fuck the calories," I groaned. "I want the pain all over my body to stop."
"Did you stretch out after you're workout?" she asked.
"Yeah and Edward massaged my body, but I'm still so sore," I pouted, limping around the circulation desk.
"If you think it hurts today, wait until tomorrow," Angela snorted.
"Damn it," I hissed. "Today is going to suck."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because none of the good docs are on and I'm in pain. I'm going to be an epic bitch," I laughed humorlessly."
"No good docs meaning, no Edward," Angela teased.
"Yes, Edward is off today, but so is Eleazar. We're stuck with Dr. Denali, who's okay and Dr. Crowley, Dr. Black and Dr. Newton. Not to mention the residents and interns."
"Okay, what is the deal with you and Dr. Black?" Angela asked. "He said that he knew you and then he looked like he smelled rotten eggs. Did you used to know him?"
"We went to college together. He was two years ahead of me and the TA from my biochem class. At the time, he was my first relationship but in reality everything was a farce. I was just a bet," I muttered. Angela's eyes bugged out and she dragged me into the locker room. "Ow! Ow! OW! Ang! Slow down! Injured person here!"
"Shut it, you're not injured. You're just sore," she said as she shoved me onto the couch. "Spill and explain, Swan. A bet?"
"Okay, prior to Edward, my love life has been lackluster at best. The reason behind it being so sucky was because of Jacob, Dr. Black. He was my first EVERYTHING, Ang. First kiss, first cuddle, first 'fuck.' Anyhow, he never seemed too into it. Our kisses were chaste and the first and ONLY time we had sex, it was some mild boob gropage and then, done. After we had sex, he never talked to me again and was dating some other chick from my class. Edward spoke to him recently and said that what he did to me was just a bet with another student. My virginity was worth a thousand bucks to him."
"Fucking asshole!" Angela spat. "Can I hurt him? Please?"
"Nah. He's already hurting," I snorted. "He's been too busy stocking shelves, cleaning bathrooms and other menial jobs in the ER since his write-up for sexual harassment toward Edward."
"What did he do with that?"
"He cupped his hand like he was giving himself a hand job while we waited for a set of ambulances, pissed off that he was getting the least traumatic patient with Dr. Denali. He wanted the more injured patient because he and Dr. Denali were both board certified and Edward just a had a nurse, me," I sighed.
"What a douchenozzle!" Angela snarled. "Can I put Visine in his coffee?"
"Give him the runs?" I giggled. "What I won't see won't kill me…" Angela smiled wickedly and went to her locker. I left and walked back to the circulation desk. I picked up a chart and walked to the room it was assigned to. "Mr. Pecker?" I called. Inside of the examination room was an older gentleman with a young woman sitting next to him. "My name is Bella and I'll be your nurse today. How are you doing, Mr. Pecker?"
"Not so good," he mumbled. "That's why I'm here."
"I gathered that," I said as I smiled at him softly. "What's wrong?"
"It won't go down," he said, obviously embarrassed.
"It?" I asked, unsure of what he meant.
"My…" he paused and looked around guiltily, "…penis."
"Oh," I replied. "Have you taken anything that might have caused an extended erection?" He blushed a brilliant red and bit his lip. "Mr. Pecker?"
"Fuck this," his companion snarled. "I got some Viagra from the doctor's office and wanted to try it with him. Woody has a hard time keep his dick up while we're fucking and so, getting Viagra seemed like a logical solution. But, Mr. Prude, wouldn't ask his physician because he didn't want to seem like a sexual deviant."
"Missy!" Mr. Pecker hissed. "I think I'm going to die."
"Mr. Pecker, you will not die from an extended erection," I comforted. "It's uncomfortable, but not deadly. How long have you had it?"
"I'm going to die of embarrassment and I've had the erection for nearly eight hours," he said, shifting on the table.
"I'm assuming you had an orgasm, correct?"
"Several but it just won't deflate," he said as he plucked at the hospital gown on his body. "This sucks."
"We'll get this fixed, Mr. Pecker," I said. "Let me get some vitals and then I'll get the doctor in here." He nodded and let me take his temperature, blood pressure and pulse. His girlfriend or wife mumbled something about going to the cafeteria and stomped out of the room. I looked at my patient and he seemed so embarrassed. Not because of his issue below the belt either. "Is there someone else you want me to call? She doesn't seem very, um, supportive."
"No, I'm fine," he muttered. "I'm guessing our relationship is going to last much longer after this debacle. She's the first woman I've been with since I got divorced. I was surprised that a younger woman wanted me but all she sees in me is a meal ticket. Missy is unemployed and I own my own company."
"Are you sure I can't call anyone?" I pressed.
"Um, my son, Ralph," Mr. Pecker replied. He gave me his son's number. I jotted it down so I could call him after I put his vitals into the computer. "Thank you for your discretion, Bella."
"No problem, Mr. Pecker," I said. "I'll be back in a little bit. Do you want some ice or anything for your erection?"
"I'd like to pee and peeing with this problem is not exactly easy," he sighed.
"I suppose not," I replied. "I'll be here with a doctor, soon." I turned and left Mr. Pecker in the exam room. I input his information into the computer and called his son, Ralph. He said he'd be at the hospital in an hour and seemed genuinely concerned for his dad. His girlfriend, however, was obviously a point of contention with his son but I assured him that Missy was on her way out of the family.
The next doctor that was available was Dr. Newton. I bit my tongue and went in search of him to care Mr. Pecker's pecker. After twenty minutes of looking and bitching to Angela, she decided to page him over the intercom. Twenty-five minutes later, Dr. Newton arrived at the room looking disheveled and 'sexed up.' "What do we have, Nurse Swine, erm, Swan?" he asked tersely.
"Please call me by my correct name, Dr. Newton," I snarled. "Grow up and zip up your fly."
"Oooh, you're getting spunky!" Dr. Newton sneered. "Getting regular sex from Sanchez's lackey must have given you a backbone."
I shot a harsh look at him. "My sex life is none of your concern, Newton. Pull yourself together and let's assess the patient. It's a delicate situation and it would behoove you to act your age, not your shoe size."
"Bitch," he grumbled under his breath as he pushed past me into the examination room. Inside, a younger man was sitting with Mr. Pecker. "Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Michael Newton and I'll be treating you, Mr. Pecker." He barely held back his laughter. "Sorry. What seems to be the problem?"
"My ex-girlfriend gave me a Viagra and well, it hasn't gone down in nearly nine hours despite several orgasms," Mr. Pecker mumbled.
"I'll need to take a look, Mr. Pecker," Dr. Newton said snidely. I shot Mr. Pecker an apologetic look. His son looked livid, glaring at Newton. "Lay back, please?" Mr. Pecker obliged and Newton lifted the hospital gown. Mr. Pecker's, um, problem wasn't very big and Newton bit his lip to stop his laughter. "Okay, Mr. Pecker, if we don't alleviate some of the pressure building, it can cause permanent damage. We'll have to drain the blood."
"How will you do that?" asked Mr. Pecker's son, Ralph.
"We'll numb you up and insert a needle," Newton explained. "Fifteen minutes, tops."
"Sounds simple enough, but I want another doctor doing it," Ralph growled. "You are acting like this humorous when my dad is in obvious discomfort and pain."
"I'll go get another doctor," I said quietly. "Dr. Denali, one of our attending physicians, is available." I turned and scurried out of the room, wanting to get Dr. Denali. I was three steps out of the room when Newton stepped in front of me. "Excuse me, Newton. I need…"
"Why the fuck didn't you back me up, Swine?" Newton snarled.
"Because his son was right," I answered, skirting past him and walking toward the circulation desk. Dr. Denali was standing there, talking with Jessica about another case. "Dr. Denali?"
"This isn't over, Swan," Newton spat as he turned on his heel, stomping to the ambulance bay.
"What was that about?" Dr. Denali asked. Jessica glowered at me, running to the ambulance bay to check, presumably, on Newton.
"Newton was assigned to a patient and he made the patient uncomfortable with his behavior," I answered. "He is refusing treatment from Newton and asked for another doctor to administer the treatment." Dr. Denali pursed his lips and nodded to his office off the circulation desk. I gave him the abridged version of what happened and to say that Dr. Denali was disappointed was an understatement. Then, we went into the examination room to take care of Mr. Pecker and his erection that was currently in its tenth hour. Dr. Denali took care of the issue, quickly and respectfully. Mr. Pecker and his son were discharged with explicit instructions to avoid using Viagra in the future.
"Dr. Newton is getting himself into more and more trouble," Dr. Denali said wearily. "I'm going to send an email to Dr. Cullen and Dr. Sanchez regarding this latest infraction."
"He also was AWOL for nearly an hour. I think he was fooling around sexually, but there isn't solid proof," I murmured. Dr. Denali sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. "This place is turning into a middle school drama fest."
"It is, Nurse Swan. First the new harassment policy, which I fully support and understand it. Then, this new attending, Dr. Black and finally, doctors acting like high school boys and nurses acting like cats in heat. Present company excluded."
"Thanks, Dr. Denali," I chortled. "Good luck with that email."
"I need your corroboration. When you get a chance, please send both of them a message," he said. "If he keeps this up, Newton will be out a job come summertime."
Good, I thought. "I'll work on that email, Dr. Denali," I said quietly. "Afterward, I'm going to check on the supplies in the trauma rooms. We were running low on sterile gauze and IV bags."
"Great. Thanks, Nurse Swan," Dr. Denali smiled.
"Please, call me Bella, Dr. Denali," I offered.
"Only if you call me Felix," he winked. I nodded and he turned to go into his office. I went to one of the computer terminals at the circulation desk, logging onto my email at work. I began typing out a message to Dr. Sanchez, Edward and carbon copying Dr. Denali.
To: Dr. E. Cullen, Dr. E. Sanchez
CC: Dr. F. Denali, Dr. M. Volturi
From: I. Swan
Re: Patient Situation on May 10th, 2013
Dear Dr. Sanchez and Dr. Cullen,
I am contacting regarding a patient situation involving Dr. Michael Newton. On the aforementioned date (May 10th, 2013), I was assigned to treat a patient (Patient ID#: 33741, Woodland Pecker, Jr.) who presented with an erection lasting over eight hours after taking a dose of Viagra. I got Dr. Newton for treatment and his behavior toward Mr. Pecker was highly unprofessional.
First off, he was missing in action for nearly an hour. He had to be paged several times before he made himself available and he was disheveled and unkempt, appearing to have just come from a sexual encounter (this is a supposition, not fact. I'm just stating what I saw of Dr. Newton.) Secondly, upon the examination of the patient, Dr. Newton was snickering about the size of patient's penis size and situation. The son of the patient, Ralph Pecker, asked that Dr. Newton NOT administer the treatment and demanded a new physician. I got Dr. Denali after that request was made. Dr. Newton was not happy about being replaced and made comments about my not backing him up (in addition to calling me 'Nurse Swine' as well.)
Dr. Denali did finish treatment for Mr. Pecker and he was released with orders of never taking Viagra again. Dr. Newton (at this time) has yet to return to the floor.
Thank you,
Nurse Isabella M. Swan
I sent the email to each of the doctors listed. I also made my final notes for Mr. Pecker's case before closing it out in the computer. Logging off of the station, I slipped my stethoscope around my neck and walked into one of the trauma rooms to check on the supplies. I made note of what the room needed before going to the other one. Jacob was in there and he was taking inventory. I turned on my heel to leave the room quickly. If I stayed in there, he would notice me and I was NOT in the mood for Jacob Black.
"You don't have to go, Isabella," he said coldly. "I was just finishing up in here."
"I'll just go, Dr. Black," I said, trying to keep the waver out of my voice. I was nervous as hell. I stumbled out of the room and walked to the store room to get the needed supplies for the other trauma room. However, the door was darkened by the hulking form of Jacob Black. "Can you please leave me alone?"
He leaned against the doorway, staring at me. "I'd say you look good but I'd be lying."
"Did you know that steroids causing infertility issues in men? Makes your balls smaller, not to mention your dick," I snapped. "You may want to lay off the 'roids, Jacob."
"All natural, Isabella," he said with an evil grin. "I'm surprised you stayed in Chicago."
"Look, I don't really want to talk to you, Jacob," I hissed. "You hurt me all those years ago and you're doing it again, now."
"How so?" he asked with fake concern.
"That comment about my looks," I snarled as I picked up a crate, filling it with gauze pads, IV bags, saline solution and needles.
"You've gained weight, Isabella," he said as he pinched my belly.
"Don't fucking touch me," I growled, dropping the crate. I took his finger and bent it backwards until he was on knees. He was hissing in pain. "I can break your goddamned fingers, Black. You touch me again and I will. No one is allowed to touch me without my permission."
"I touched you once," he choked out.
"For a fucking bet, you asshole," I seethed, bending his fingers further back.
"How did you know that?" he squeaked. I released his fingers and scooped up the crate, leaving him in the store room. "Isabella? How did you know?"
"Because my boyfriend told me," I snapped. "Dr. Cullen? Your boss?"
"I thought he was kidding that he wanted you," Jacob said, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Nope. Not kidding," I said as I put the supplies onto the shelves with a lot of banging. "But, who I'm dating is not your concern, Jacob. You didn't care about me ten years ago. I was just a pawn in some stupid bet. Did you ever think about it would affect me? I gave you my innocence, Jacob and you just took it like it was nothing. Were you that broke?" He didn't say anything. He just stared at me. "No answer? It's because you're a fucking asshole who prayed on innocent girls for money. Well, now, you're screwed because you couldn't keep it in your pants at your old job and now you're scrubbing floors and the nurses have more power than you. So, you know what? You can finish stocking these shelves and then after that, I'll find you some boils to lance or puking kid to care for. That'll be fun." I turned on my heel, leaving my crate. "I'll be back in an hour to check on you, Dr. Black. Be sure to have your job done. If not, I'll be telling Dr. Sanchez and Dr. Cullen that you were slacking on the job. You've already got two letters in your file. I'm certain you don't want a third."
"You're a bitch, Isabella," Jacob fumed.
"I'm not a bitch. I'm just done being walked all over and it all started with you. The great thing is that it's fucking ending with you, Jacob," I said, smirking. "You're nothing. A has-been. A wash-up. You've made your bed, Jacob. Now, lie in it." I turned and left the trauma room. Standing outside of the room was a smiling Edward. I blinked and stared at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Felix called me when Dr. Newton disappeared. I was scheduled to come in later but I figured I'd come in earlier to help out since Newton was being a douche," Edward said as he took my hand. He tugged on it, leading me to his office. Once the door was closed, he wrapped me up in a hug. His nose was buried in my hair. "I'm so proud of you, sweet girl."
"I'm no better than the others who pick on me," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"Bella," he said as he took my face in his hands, "the difference between what they say and what you said is that you speak the truth. The things that Newton, Crowley and Jessica say are not true. At all, sweet girl."
"You should write me up," I whispered.
"I'm not going to," he said, his green eyes staring into mine. "You stood up for yourself, Bella. Take pride in that."
"I did stand up for myself," I said, smiling slightly. "But it wasn't the first time, though."
"I know you told off my brother," Edward smirked, kissing my forehead. "But, he didn't mean as much as Jacob did from your past. What you did today shows how much you've grown. Your confidence was unwavering and you stood your ground. And you know what else?"
"What?" I asked, looking up at him.
"It was fucking hot, baby," he purred, his green eyes darkening. His lips crashed against mine and he dragged me to his couch, straddling his lap. Our mouths fought for dominance as we kissed passionately on his couch. "I love you, so much, Bella."
"I love you, too," I said breathlessly. "Thank you for believing in me and for encouraging me."
"I'll always be your biggest cheerleader, Bella," he smiled, kissing my nose. "Minus the skirt and pompoms."
"Come on, you'd look sexy in one of those skirts, Dr. Tattward," I teased. "You've got great legs."
"I've got great legs but the spankies are what freak me out," he shuddered. "Having my cock squished like that does not do a body good." He pressed me down onto his lap and I felt his cock nestled between my thighs. Hmmm, now that I've faced my past, I'm ready to embrace my future…
"Edward?"
"Yes, gorgeous?" he answered, nuzzling my neck.
"I'm ready," I murmured.
"Now?!"
"Not, now but when it's feasible," I replied, staring into his eyes. "I've faced Jacob and now I'm ready for us. For you and me. Sharing EVERYTHING with you. Giving you all of me."
"My Bella," he smiled, covering my face with soft kisses. "I promise, PROMISE, to make our first time magical. I love you. I'm going to make love to you. Let me make some arrangements…"
"No, at your place," I whispered. "I don't want a big lavish hotel room."
"I still want to make it perfect for you, Bella. Trust me, okay?"
"Okay," I said, hugging his neck. "And I do trust you, Edward. With my life."
A/N: I'm ending it there. Bella got to say her piece to Jacob. (Yes, she didn't really lay into him but there will be more of a blow up with them later. You'll see!) You can also see how much Bella has grown since chapter one. She's got a ways to go but she's definitely taking a step in the right direction.
Anyhow, up next will be their first time and dinner with the Cullen's (Assper included) for Jasper's graduation from graduate school. No real picture teasers (I found a few pics of kick boxing but nothing really substantial.) If you want to see them, check out my blog. Also, I'm on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Lastly, I'm on twitter: tufano79. Teasers are posted on all three places. Leave me some love! It's better than getting relief from a ten-hour long erection. Poor Mr. Pecker.