It takes us longer for us to get back to the hospital. When we arrive, my mom is pacing, while waiting for us, near the elevator.
"Mom," I call to catch her attention, picking up my pace.
"What's wrong?" I ask as we approach. "Is it dad? What's wrong?" I ask as she starts crying.
"Sweetie, I need you to be really calm for what I am about to tell you." She began.
"Oh God, what happened? What is it?" I ask her.
Instead of telling me she breaks down. Full sobs and all.
"What the fuck is going on?" I press, begin to panic.
"It's not your father." A voice said from behind us.
I sighed, "Then who is it?" I ask, turning around. "Dr. Greene?" I asked, surprised.
I almost bitched out my boss. Gulp. Calm down, Bella. Be calm.
"It's your older brother, Dax." She says.
I felt as if I had just had an ice bucket dumped on me. My mind went completely blank.
"Dax? What do you mean? He was supposed to go in for a bit and then come back. Did something happen?" Rosalie asked.
"He was on his way to the station to clock out when he saw a car swerve into oncoming traffic… when he pulled the person over, the man decided to go down kicking and screaming. Dax is hurt bit he'll be alright." Dr. Greene explained.
"What were his injuries?" I asked.
"He came in with a compound fracture to the clavicle, along some bruising, and a few hairline fractures on his ribs. There was also a superficial laceration on his temple, on his left brow, and another on his lip. He'll be fine, but the fractures to the ribs and clavicle will leave him at home for a couple of weeks." She says.
"Where is he?" I asked nodding.
"Room 271. Floor two" she says.
"Thank you, Dr. I'll see you on Monday. " I say as I press the button to the elevator.
"Did you get all of that?" I asked, pressed the button several more times.
"She lost me at compound." Rosalie said, biting her upper lip.
"He has a broken collarbone, a few broken ribs and cuts to his temple, left brow and lip. I'm going to go see him, you guys go see dad and don't tell him about Dax." I say, as I press the button for the second floor, feeling as someone gets in as well.
"Bella, you need to calm down."
"I'm calm. I'm only checking to see if he's alright." I promised.
The elevator moves quickly up to the second floor.
I quickly pass the nurses station already knowing my way through the small labyrinth that are known as hospital halls.
When I see the room 271, I walk in expecting the worst.
"Bellllaahhh."
My brother is laying there on the bed still doped up on anesthetic. The scene before makes me want to laugh.
"Has Jane been informed?" I ask.
"Nooope"
"Edward, would you mind calling her?" I ask, handing him my phone.
"Not at all." He says, taking my phone and heading into the hall.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"Light as a feather.." he crooned.
"Do they have to operate?" I ask, amused.
"Nope." He says, sighing.
"Popped it back in?" I asked.
"Yeaaahhhup…hurt like a bitch too." he mumbled, leaning his head back.
Seems like the pain meds are wearing off.
I laughed as I heard Edward come back into the room.
"Is she on her way?" I asked.
From the way his lips were positioned, I knew she either cussed up a storm or is burning rubber to get down here.
"Yeah, she's a little pissed though." He said.
"Shit, she was supposed to be in Santa Rosa today visiting her mother!" My brother said, shooting into a sitting position on the bed, and hurting himself. "Ahhahaha...my fucking ribs." He groaned.
"Oh god, she's going to kill me." He muttered, slapping his good arm over his face.
That when a noticed his arm. The entire things, was now adorned with dark, beautiful images that combined.
"Daxton, when did you get that sleeve?" I asked, in shocked amusement.
"What? Oh…? Uh.. umm… two months ago?" He stated, trailing to make it sound like a question.
"Have Mawmaw or Pawpaw seen this?" I ask amused.
"No, and they're not going to. Right, squirt?" He says, looking me in the eye, his eyes narrowing at me.
Brown meeting green. His eyes are brown, mine turn green during summer and spring, then hazel in the winter.
"She doesn't need to." A voice spoke from the doorway of the room, causing us both to jump in surprise.
"Shit, you scared me, old man." I snip, as my hand goes to my chest.
"Uh...Colonel. " my brother stutters.
"Yes, Daxton?" The old man says, standing at the foot of the bed.
"Bella has tattoos too!" He says, tattling on me.
"Why you little bastard!" I yell, thwacking him in the thigh.
"I don't care about you getting tattoos. Just don't let your Mawmaw Marie see that. If she does, she'll tear you a new one." He warns, shrugging.
"Squirt, your father is awake now and is asking for you. Go ahead and go, sweetheart. I'll stay here with this bonehead until the doctor comes and discharges him." He promised, shooing me away.
I watch my pawpaw for a moment before nodding in response.
"Call me when Janie get here. I don't want to miss the show." I say laughing.
"Bitch." Dax muttered
I was almost down the hall when I heard my pawpaw thwack my brother, "Boy that is no way to speak to a lady, even if she is your sister." He chastised.
We had just made it onto the elevator, before Edward spoke.
"So, you've got some tattoos." He said, looking down to me, smirking.
"I do.. one is right below my hairline, so small you have to know what you're looking for… and the second one is right here on my hand." I say.
Moving my hair to show him the small blue, black and red spider. Don't judge me. I'm a Marvel Comic geek and I love it. Then, moving my thick moonstone, bohemian ring in my middle finger to show him the little rose and heart.
"I also got this new one two months ago." I muttered moving my wristwatch.
He laughed, shaking his head at me amused. "I have a sleeve too, and am working on getting the other one done." He finally says, moving his collar to show me the beginning of a tattoo.
"That looks awesome, you've got to let me see it." I begged, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
I always wondered why he always wears long sleeves, now I know.
"Maybe...later." he says, winking at me.
"You need to wear short sleeves more often." I comment, squeezing his biceps, causing him to laugh in response.
"I'll think about it." He allows, smirking again.
A/N: . I don't know about you, but I like me a tattooed Edward. Make him a cop, and that's even better. Thanks for the reviews, read, and support! More to come, up next is Bella seeing Charlie.