A/N: Quick words: one,.I don't own twilight. Two, the plot and any new characters are mine. Happy readings.
When we get to the third floor, Edward inclines his head to the side. Silently telling me to go first.
Rosalie and Emmett are waiting outside of the room, along with Micah and Mary.
"What happened? How's dad?" I ask them.
"He's...you should go in and see him for yourself." Rosalie says.
I notice her eyes a red rimmed, and her cheeks are tear stained. I turn to Micah for affirmation, only to see his eyes lower.
I don't say anything, just head to the door before walking in.
My mother is sitting in the skin colored, leather chair next to the bed. Her hand is holding his, and she's holding a rosary in her other hand, with a bible in her lap.
"How is he?" I ask, lowly.
"He's out of the he gave us quite a scare earlier." She says.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He woke up and we were all talking, joking even. Then suddenly he started getting these blotches on his neck and chest, then he started gasping as if couldn't breathe. Then his eyes turned upward, all white, and he stiffened, shaking uncontrollably. It was so scary." She whispered, crying again.
"He had an allergy," I said. No need to tell her he was having an anaphylactic reaction. "Did the doctor tell you to what he had a reaction to?" I asked, as I pulled the chart and began scanning it.
"I-I can't remember the name...I think he said something about it being a delayed reaction to it." She said, tiredly.
I nodded, well that explained a few things.
Ketamine, one of the drugs in the general anesthesia.
"He'll be alright, mom, don't worry. The doctors here know what they're doing." I soothed.
"Who is staying here the night with him?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"I am. I'm his wife, I need to be with him. I-I— he needs me by his side." she says, frantically.
"Mom, don't worry. Ellie can stay with my grandparents. She's almost six, she'll alright. Just don't over exert yourself. If you need anything, anything at all call us. We'll be here as fast as we can." I promised.
"Thank you, baby girl. I know I don't say this enough but, I love you all, and appreciate everything you do for your father and me. Now, don't worry, we'll both be fine." She says, patting my cheek after I hugged her.
"I love you, momma." I whisper, hugging her again.
"I love you too, baby girl. Now, go get some rest so you can come back tomorrow. " she says, slapping my ass and shooing me away.
I laugh as I head towards the door. Opening it and closing it behind me.
They're all waiting there, in the same spot where I left them before I went in to see dad
"If you knew dad had an allergic response to the anesthetic… why didn't you just say so you asshole. Mom got scared something else was happening." I say smacking Micah in the arm.
"What happened, Bella?" Edward asked, placing a hand on my upper arm.
"He had a delayed reaction to one of the drugs within the anesthetic, luckily they caught it before anything bad happened." I say, trying to calm down.
"The Colonel called, Jane got here. Dax has been discharged and she's taking him home. She said to call her later." Rosalie said, smiling.
I nod, disappointed that I missed Jane tear a new asshole in to Dax.
"Well, I guess, we should head home to get some rest. " I say, ready to take my shoes off.
"Yes, let's." They all agreed tiredly.
We all slowly get in the elevator, quietly. I feel almost lightheaded as I think about everything that happened today, though not everything is bad.
That little run in with Zack? Yeah, it hasn't been the first.
I've run into him three times already. Not that I'm worried, I can kick his ass easily since the last time we were in the same room.
For now, I'm only worried about my father, since he is still in the hospital.
On the way home I decided to stop at the Swift's groceries for a bit of groceries and some much needed alcohol. That took all of thirty minutes, since I left everyone in the car.
"So what's for dinner?" Emmett asked, smiling.
"Take out." I mutter pulling into a small Italian restaurant, before pulling out my phone to call.
"Mama Carpino's ItItali Cuisine." The lady answered.
"Hi. Yes, I'd like to get the family pack please." I say
"How many entrees?" The lady asks.
"Three please." I reply, looking down at my lap.
"Which type of soup? You can get two soups." She states.
"The chicken noodle and vegetable, and the meatball soup." I say, remembering the menu.
"Which entrees?" She asks.
"The grilled chicken alfredo, and the shrimp scampi with pasta. " I say.
"Would you like garden salad?" She asks.
"Yes, as well as garlic bread." I say.
"What about dessert? Its complimentary. " she says.
"Panna cota and Cassata." I say.
"Wonderful. It'll be 35.49. Food will be ready in 45 minutes. " she says.
"Great, thank you. " I say, hanging up the phone.
"So I'm going to drive us home, put the groceries away, and pick up the food later." I say, as I pull out of the empty lot.
We were a few miles from my house, when a song I used to sing with Micah, Dax, and Rosalie used to sing in the car when we would go out before we all became adults.
Anything, Anything by Dramarama.
It made me miss hanging out with my brothers and Rosalie even more.
"Wait...turn up the volume Bell-ah!" Rosalie gasped excitedly, before she started singing along.
"Okay what is it tonight?
Please just tell me what the hell is wrong
Do you want to eat, do you want to sleep, do you want to drown?
Just settle down, settle down, settle down
I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills
Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills
I'll even let you watch the shows you want to see
Just marry me, marry me, marry me"
She sang happily.
"Oh, I know this song too. We used to sing along with it in high school." Emmett said smirking as he began to sing word for word.
The song continued, making me smile in delight.
"I got wasted, she got mad
Called me names and she called her dad
He got crazy and I did too
Wonder what I did to you?"
When the chorus began again, I turned onto the end of the dirty road leading to my house. I let out a tired sigh when we finally reached the gate.
The song was just about to end when my eyes connected with Edward. Surprisingly, he was singing perfectly along with song.
"Anything, anything." He sang, looking directly into my eyes.
Green meeting green, and the world seemed to melt around us.
A/N: There you go. Charlie is going to pull through. Thank you to all the readers, people following, and enjoying the story!