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Chapter Thirty-Six
I screamed, fumbling backwards out of the door. The man in the mask continued running towards me.
He tackled me, and we tumbled down the stairs. I gasped as I scrambled to my feet. A hand clamped down around my leg and something sharp sliced through my ankle. I screamed, falling back to the ground.
The man was now looming over me. He grabbed my shirtfront and held me. I was quivering as I looked up at him. He stared at me, his eyes an icy grey.
We stared at each other for I don't know how long. My hands were gripping his fists, but I didn't try to pry him away from me. I wasn't quite sure what to do. If I fought, he could easily take that knife and slice my throat with it.
In the distance, I heard the sound of police sirens. The man looked up in the direction of the sirens, then looked back down at me. He growled, gave me another threatening glare, and then spit on my face.
He dropped me and took off running. I quickly tried to stand, but the pain in my ankle made me fall back down to the ground. I started to crawl towards the red and blue flashing lights, thanking god that the police were here.
Two men in uniform came running towards me. I cried out to them, letting them know I was here. One of them kneeled down and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"No! My leg!" I cried.
"We need an ambulance," The officer said.
"What happened?"
"A-A man just attacked me! He ran that way!"
"What was he wearing?"
"I-I don't know, he had a mask on, he was wearing all black," I winced as the officer next to me checked my ankle.
The standing officer ran in the direction I'd pointed. The officer next to me stood and took off his jacket. It had started to downpour I was soaked and shivering.
"Miss, do you have any other injuries?" He asked.
"I don't know, we fell down the stairs, but my leg hurts the worst."
"An ambulance is coming. They'll be able to better evaluate you. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I-I had just gotten home from a party. My boyfriend dropped me off and left. I opened my door and there was a man in my bathroom. He tackled me and we fell down the stairs. I tried to get up and run, but he grabbed my leg and stabbed me with something. I fell back down, and he just stared at me. When he heard the sirens he spit on me, then ran."
"Damn it, the rain washed off the spit. That would've been great DNA evidence." He said.
More officers showed up, along with an ambulance. They lifted me onto a stretcher and wheeled me to the ambulance.
The ride to the hospital was not a pleasant one. I couldn't stop crying. I was so petrified and shocked. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It was like my brain was stuck on repeat. The EMT kept talking to me, trying to get me to calm down and relax, but I just couldn't.
They brought me back to a room, sliding me onto a bed. A couples nurses came in, hooked me to an IV and a heart monitor. When they left, I threw my arm over my face and started sobbing uncontrollably.
After a few minutes later, another nurse walked in.
"I just need to get some information hon," She said, "What's your name?"
"Isabella Swan."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Emergency contact?"
"Uh, I don't have one."
"Do you have any previous injuries or are you on any medications?"
"Um, I take birth control every day. And I have a spinal injury from a car accident a year ago. Occasionally it causes me pain and I have a prescription for anti-inflammatory medicine and Hydrocodone, but I don't take those every day. Only when I need it."
"Alright hon," She said as she wrote everything down, "The doctor will be right in."
"Okay."
She left and after a few seconds, the curtain was thrust open violently. I jumped, my eyes widening in fear. I was both shocked and relieved to see Edward standing there.
"Bella!" He cried, running over to me, and grabbed me in a tight hug.
I gasped, feeling pain as he hugged me. He quickly let go and settled for holding my hand. His other hand stroked my cheek.
"Bella, my sweet Bella." He whispered, "I was so fucking scared. I thought… I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
He was squeezing my had so tightly, but I was so glad he was here. I was so scared. I felt a lot better now that he was here.
"What happened Bella?"
I shook my head and started sobbing again. He placed his other hand on my thigh and started rubbing it gently.
"It's okay Bella. It's over now. You're safe." He said.
The doctor walked in, holding a chart.
"Good evening Miss Swan," he greeted, "I'm Dr. Snow, I'll be taking care of you."
He moved closer to me and checked me out, "The paramedics said you hit your head. Did you pass out? Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Disoriented? Confused?"
"No. My head just hurts a little." I said, "In this spot, right here."
"Can you take your hair down so I can see?"
Carefully I pulled the pins out of my hair. Edward helped, his hands moving gently. Once it was down, the doctor checked my head.
"You're bleeding," he said as he washed his hands of the blood, "It's not deep, but you will need stitches. We'll fix that up first."
The doctor walked out for a few moments, then returned with a nurse, and a set of tools. I stopped breathing when I saw the needle. I'd had stitches before, and the worst part was the Novocain they used.
Edward held my hand while they stitched me up. He tried distracting me by talking about different things, but I couldn't get my mind off of what happened. I was still rattled.
"Alrighty dear, we're all finished," the nurse said.
I sighed in relief. After fixing my head, they moved onto my leg.
"So, the tendon in your ankle was just barely grazed. It'll heal on its own, but you need to try and stay off of it for about two weeks to let it heal. We are going to have to stitch it and we're going to put a compression bandaged on it. You won't need a cast."
I nodded, "Will I need physical therapy?"
"No, you should be alright. But if it does give you issues after two weeks then we can look into physical therapy."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
"We're going to get you on your way so you can go home and sleep. I'll write a prescription for pain, take it as needed. Call me if you need anything."
He walked out of the room. I was happy I didn't have to stay the night in the hospital. It was giving me flashbacks of when my parents died. I just wanted to get home and sleep for a while.
"How are you feeling?" Edward asked.
"I'm okay now," I said, "The morphine is making me numb. I'm just ready to get home and sleep."
He nodded, "Good. I was so worried about you Bella."
"How did you know this happened?" He didn't have time to answer my question. Two officers walked into the room. Edward stood and shook both their hands.
"Bella these are officers Jared Cameron and Sam Uley."
"I remember you two," I said, "You were the ones that saved me."
"I'm glad to see you're okay, Ms. Swan," Officer Uley said, "We were dropping by to give you an update on what we've found."
"I don't really want to know," I shook my head, "Just not yet. I kind of want to forget about it for a little."
"Do you mind if they tell me Bella?" Edward asked.
"It's fine." I knew Edward was dying to know what happened. I just wasn't ready to relate the story quite yet. Later, when I was ready to talk about it, we would.
Bella is okay. That's all that matters right now. But don't worry! Mob boss Edward is going to handle it! The bastard who did this will pay!