I wasn't sure how much later it was, but when I opened my eyes again it felt like hours.
"Rosalie?" An unfamiliar male voice called out to me. My confusion only heightened my fear. I wasn't in a familiar place, was I? My heartbeat sped, and I was pulled closer to the unfamiliar voice. "Easy there, sweetheart."
"Rosalie, it's okay." That was Jasper's voice now. He seemed far away. I didn't understand. "I'm right here, sweetie. I'm right here."
Before I had a chance to respond, the person holding me softly took my hand. "My name's Emmett. I'm an EMT at Forks General. Me and my partner, John, are going to take good care of you. Can you open your eyes for me sweetheart?"
It was only then that I realized my eyes had snapped back closed. I slowly opened them; Jasper's face coming into vision in front of me with another man who I assumed was John. I couldn't see Emmett as I was leaning up against his chest, but I could tell he was big.
I drew my attention from Jasper's face when John placed an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and Emmett started moving my arm.
I took in a sharp breath and my breathing spiked again. Emmett began shifting me but the sudden movements made me sick, so I grasped onto his heavy, bright coat.
He smiled down at me softly, continuing to shift me onto the floor in front of him. "It's alright, Rosalie. I just need to get you lying down so we can treat you much quicker and effectively. I needed to sit you up to get you awake. You're going to be okay."
I moaned softly, alerting him I somewhat understood what he was saying.
John moved to sit at my head and he gently held it steady, keeping a firm hand on the oxygen mask over my face. Though I could see him whenever I looked up, my attention was on Emmett as he treated my arm. He was very big and muscular, but his hand movements were very graceful and soft. I barely felt a thing.
He met my gaze softly and I watched him add pressure to my arm whilst keeping the cloth in place. "Can you feel that, Rosalie?"
"No." I muttered out quietly, confused. Was I supposed to be able to feel it?
"Okay," He murmured back, concern taking over his features as he looked back at my hand and began working on stopping the bleeding.
John began to ask me questions, like when I was born, etc. I was able to answer him on some, but often looked to Jasper for help.
When he sat there with a concerned expression, I began to cry. "Jazz!"
He leaned forward and touched my shoulder gently. It soothed me a fraction. "Its okay, Rose. It's going to be fine. You're okay. I love you."
"Love you too." I grumbled, my attention going back to Emmett when he began bandaging up my arm. He caught my gaze again, noting my confusion.
"This is just until we get to the hospital. Dr. Cullen will need to look at this."
Understanding dawned on me and I tried to get up off of the floor. Emmett and John quickly held me down but were gentle when doing so.
"You need to stay nice and calm for me, Rosalie." Emmett said, gently removing his huge hands from my leg and chest. "You need to get checked out at the hospital."
"Carlisle be mad." I managed to get out, looking to Jasper for help when Emmett didn't understand.
Jasper sighed softly. "She only came out of the hospital this morning. She couldn't wait to get out of there…"
Emmett nodded softly. "Okay. Let's get you moving then, Rosalie. You'll be just fine, don't you worry about anything." He smiled the most beautiful smile and I calmed instantly. "It would be convenient to use a stretcher but it might be easier to wait until we get inside the ambulance."
"Okay." I muttered, ready to stand up.
Emmett shook his head, gently cradling the back of my head in his palm as he lifted me towards his chest. He then shifted his arm so it was supporting my back and kept his other one safely around my lower area and on my arm.
Jasper wrapped my pink fluffy blanket around me and then I was being carried ever so slowly down the stairs.
Neighbors were out in their yards, gawking like complete idiots, and I softly reached for the blanket with my good hand. I felt absolutely sick.
When we got inside the back of the ambulance, Emmett lowered me on to the gurney and a female paramedic, perched inside the ambulance, helped him settle me. He wrapped my blanket around me and strapped me in whilst she attached wires to my hands and chests. She took over John's place by my head to watch my breathing as he was driving. Emmett sat beside me, gently rubbing circles on my hand and keeping an eye on the bleeding on my arm.
"Jasper?" I asked.
"He's right in the front of the ambulance." Emmett told me with a soft smile. "Don't you worry about nobody but yourself, Rosalie."
Tears filled my eyes and he squeezed my hand reassuring. It was great to have someone like Emmett there. It calmed me.
I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness for a while because the next time Emmett spoke to me, we were at the hospital.
He let go of my hand briefly to get the bed moving and to make sure I was strapped down before he helped the other EMT open the door and get me out of the ambulance. Once we hit solid ground, he took my hand again, shining a small light into my eyes. He looked concerned.
"Rosalie? Are you with me?" He asked as the hospital ceiling whizzed past my eyes.
I groaned weakly, holding tightly onto his hand.
When the moving stopped and the walls and ceiling stilled, I closed my eyes and then looked around.
I was met by crystal clear blue eyes.
I suppressed another groan.
"Hello again Rosalie!"
Emmett smiled softly at Carlisle and parked the bed inside the curtains. He began giving information over to Carlisle, stating my BP readings, oxygen stats, etc. He also gave a detailed explanation of my injury and I felt my cheeks getting warm. "I also have a concern with lack of feeling in her lower arm. There were also signs of confusion when she first regained consciousness. She was unable to report back basic information about her life."
Carlisle took in the information given to him, smiling at me softly as he began fussing with all the machines. "Rosalie? Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?"
I stared at him for a few moments, trying to find my voice. "Carlisle." I murmured, my throat locking up on me. I coughed, trying to get air into my lungs.
He nodded softly, relief on his face. "Thank you, Emmett. We'll take it from here."
"Get better soon, Rosalie." Emmett murmured softly before he followed John out of the ER.
I longed for him to come back but was grateful when Jasper came to take my hand instead.
Carlisle looked to Jasper as he put the stethoscope into his ears and pushed over a bit of my clothing to reveal my chest. He pressed the cold bell to my skin and I shivered softly. "Do you know what happened exactly?"
Jasper shook his head. "I found her in her bedroom. I heard her fall. She was passed out on the floor with blood pooling out. I think she cut herself…" He sobbed, squeezing my hand.
Carlisle nodded in acknowledgment and continued the assessment on my chest. When he was finished, he took the small penlight out of his pocket and shone it into each of my eyes.
I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness again and the next time I came around, Carlisle and a nurse were gently inspecting the wound in my arm.
I felt slightly nauseated and my head felt fuzzy. I slowly shifted my body weight and Carlisle slowly raised his eyes to look at me.
"How are you feeling, Rosalie?" He asked sincerely, his voice gentle.
I wasn't able to find my voice, and eventually settled with staring at him blankly.
He left the nurse to deal with my arm, and bent down to come eye level with me. "Rosalie? Can you hear me? It's Carlisle." He reached for my good hand and squeezed it gently. "Can you squeeze my hand?"
My limbs felt like jelly but I was able to work up a small reaction that seemed similar to a squeeze, but I couldn't be sure.
Carlisle noticed the weakness in my movements, and gently brushed the hair out of my eyes in a comforting gesture. "Alright sweetheart. Are you feeling weak?"
I softly nodded my head, stopping quickly when it caused the nausea to build.
He looked to the nurse who was finishing up the stitches on my arm. "Jenna, can you inform the rest of Rosalie's team, and Dr. E Cullen that we need to start on blood transfusions."
I was too weak to protest. I simply rolled onto my back and closed my eyes, trying to shake the throbbing behind my eyes.
I was barely conscious during the process of starting blood transfusions. My mind was fuzzy; everything passing in a blur.
Eventually, the chaotic voices and noises of the hospital faded around me and I passed into a silent oblivion.