Wicked Casters

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Chapter 7: ER conflict

Ginger's POV

I sat on the medical bed, having a nurse check my vitals in the emergency room. So much has happened when the EMTs arrive at the incident. Tyler and Eleanor were put on stretchers being hooked up to machines. Eleanor's condition was far worse than any of us. A neck brace was put on her while the lace sleeves of her jacket were cut off to check the damage. I manage to cooperate as I lay on the stretcher in the ambulance, watching my coven sister being treated rapidly to stop the bleeding. Watching her eyes go open and close, occasionally whimper when somebody touches her left arm. She seemed so powerful, but now she is vulnerable to the amount of energy given on impact.

The nurses separated us when arriving at Forks General Hospital, whisking my friend to a private room. I complained, saying I was fine, and wanted to be near Eleanor. A nurse told me I couldn't, for they were taking her to an isolated room for an X-ray. She put a pressure cuff on my arm and a thermometer under my tongue. Since no one pulled the curtain around for privacy, I considered my condition wasn't serious.

Tyler Crowley lay in the next bed with more nurses checking on him than I. His head was wrapped in blood-stained bandages. "Ginger, I'm so sorry." He tried to sit up and apologized to me. I couldn't blame him. The car accident wasn't intentional, let alone his fault. The other driver who was pulling out of his car wasn't paying attention. Nurses removed the bandages on his head, exposing the gash above the eyebrow. I looked away while trying to assure him it was alright. But when I do, the image of Eleanor all bloody comes to mind, let alone Edward saving me.

How did he get over to me so fast? He was on the other side of the parking lot and the next second over me, stopping the van. But what irritated me was his lack of protecting Eleanor. He saved me like some armor blanket while Eleanor was tossed aside, experiencing the full impact.

The nurses continued to treat Tyler while the one I had taken notes saying there was no critical damage other than a nice tender spot on my head and scraping on my hand. Otherwise, the blood on me wasn't mine. But to make sure, they wheeled me away for an x-ray to find if there was any fracturing of my skull. There wasn't, just a nice bruise followed by a concussion.

I asked if I could see Eleanor, but Nurse Jackie said she was in surgery or something similar to surgery for intensive stitching. The thought of surgery brought more fear. The nurse told me her arm got a fracture and dislocated her left shoulder. I sighed, sitting on the medical bed, ignoring Tyler and the other medical staff.

When a surge of magic filled the atmosphere, I sensed Zelena had arrived. I counted the seconds with a deep breath, reaching 246 when the doors slammed open. Zelena marched into the emergency room drenched to the bone, her face emotionless, as her boots stomped loudly on the sterilized tile. Behind her was Chief Swan with a defeated look. It must have been trying to calm her before she marched in with a storm.

"Ginger." She said, walking towards me. "Are you all right?""

"You and I are gonna talk," Chief Swan said to Tyler. He took out a small notepad preparing to take our statement.

"I'm fine, Zelena," I assured her. "I bumped my head. Can I see Eleanor?"

"I'm sorry, Ginger." Tyler once again apologized. "I tried to stop."

"It's fine," I assured him the umpteenth time.

"No, it isn't fine." Zelena scolded.

"Zelena, it wasn't his fault," I told her.

"You and Eleanor could've been killed." She said with much anger.

"But I wasn't," I muttered.

Zelena took a deep breath and exhaled sharply as she glared at Tyler, ready to hex him. Chief Swan placed a hand on her shoulder, telling my mentor to calm down. Zelena took a deep breath and nodded as her posture slowly relaxed.

It wasn't long before the doctor walked around the corner, and oh my god, he was hot. He was young, probably in his late twenties, with blond hair... and he was more handsome than any other movie star I'd seen. He was pale, with circles under his golden-brown eyes. By the name tag on his white medical coat read Dr. Cullen, assuming he is Edwards's dad? Zelena stiffened, giving a violent shudder, her green eyes narrow, consumed with hatred.

"I heard Zelena's girls were here." Dr. Cullen said.

"Dr. Cullen." Chief Swan greeted.

"Charlie." Dr. Cullen greeted. "Zelena."

"Carlisle." She replied with much tension.

He nodded at them and walked over to me, "I've got this one, Jackie."

Nurse Jackie nodded as she put away the pressure cuff and checked on another patient. Dr. Cullen stood before me, taking the clipboard off the bed, "Georgia Ives."

"Ginger," I corrected.

He chuckled, "Well, Ginger, it looks like you took quite a spill. How do you feel?"

"Tired," I answered.

He nodded, taking a small flashlight, and lifted a finger. "Look here." He instructed me to watch his finger while swinging the flashlight into my eyes. "You might experience some post-traumatic stress or disorientation, but your vitals look good. No sign of any severe head trauma other than a nice bump. I think you'll be just fine."

"I'm so sorry, Ginger. I'm really -" Tyler apologized.

Before continuing, Zelena yanked the curtain, shutting him up and separating us. Wow, she is pissed. Dr. Cullen didn't seem fazed as she wrote more stuff onto the clipboard.

"Um, it might have been worse if Edward wasn't there," I said. "He pulled me out of the way in time."

"Edward?" Chief Swan asked and then looked at Dr. Cullen. "Your boy?"

"Yeah, he got to me so fast," I added.

Dr. Cullen nodded, "Sounds like you were very lucky."

"How is Eleanor?" Zelena asked.

Dr. Cullen paused and looked at him, "She is recovering. She dislocated her left shoulder and fractured her wrist, followed by lacerations and a concussion. I recommend she stay the night for observation and be discharged tomorrow morning."

Zelena nodded, asking for her room number. Dr. Cullen respectively gave her the room number and went to check on Eleanor. Without another word, we headed to the second floor to the room where Eleanor was staying. Inside was an eyesore.

Eleanor lay in the medical bed hooked up to monitors and an IV. She wore a gown with a blanket up to her waist. She seemed to be asleep, probably filled with drugs to reduce the pain. Bandages covered her head while her arm was in a sling. Damn, she looked like hell. We walked over to her, though Zelena shut the door and curtains and cast a spell to make her hand glow. She waved her hand over Eleanor's body, probably checking her vitals.

"Will she be alright?" I asked with concern.

"She'll live," Zelena assured. "When she gets discharged, we can heal her properly so she won't deal with physical rehab and other treatments."

I nodded and took a seat watching this. I feel somewhat guilty that she got hurt. Zelena continued to treat her secretly before the nurse checked on her vitals. Unable to see the injuries, I left the room to get some fresh air.

I walked around the halls deep in thought until turning the corner to find Edward in the halls talking to Rosalie Hale and his father. They seemed to be having a serious discussion, let alone the pissed-off look Rosalie held.

". . . fifteen kids, that's what happened." Rosalie hissed. "Emmett and Alice had to restrain Jasper."

"What was I supposed to do, then?" Edward replied. "Let them die?"

"This isn't just about you. It's about all of us." Rosalie scolded.

"I think we should take this to my office." Dr. Cullen said in hush hush.

All three of them looked up, staring at me. Okay, this is awkward. As I walked up to Edward, "Sorry, but can I talk to you for a moment?"

Edward sighed with a nod as he and I walked down the halls for a moment until finding a secure private spot to speak.

"What?" Edward asked, annoyance in his eyes was cold.

"I just wanted to thank you," I said.

"Oh," he replied, relaxing a little. "You are welcome."

"Though I want to ask you something," I asked. "How did you get to me so fast?"

"I was standing right next to you, Ginger." He answered.

Lie, my powers told me.

"Oh no," I said. "You were on the other side of the parking lot."

"No, I wasn't," Edward said, laughing softly.

Lie, another lie my powers indicated.

"You were there," I said.

"Ginger, you're . . . You hit your head." He tried to persuade me. "I think you're confused."

"Don't lie to me," I told him. "I know what I saw."

"And what exactly was that?" he challenged, tensing, staring at me with anger.

"You stopped the van," I said in a low voice. "You blocked it with your hand."

"Well, nobody's gonna believe you, so . . ." he murmured.

"You'll be surprised," I murmured. "I wasn't gonna tell. I just want the truth."

"Can't you just thank me and get over it?" he growled.

I sensed danger coming from him. His eyes narrow, noticing how the golden-brown shade turned into a deep brown color. Wait, his eyes were black. I recalled at the accident; those golden eyes turned black. Now they were gold again, though slowly turning brown. He was not normal, that is for sure. I wish I could ask him if he is a caster just like me. But I couldn't risk it. Not in public. What if he is simply a freak with super strength and speed? The next mutant. I can't be sure or risk another witch hunt.

"Thanks for saving my ass," I muttered.

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?" he asked.

"Nope," I answered, popping the p.

He sighed, "Well, then I hope you enjoy disappointment."

With that said, he turned around and walked off. I muttered the word asshole before turning around and returning to Eleanor's room. I will get to the bottom of this. I know I'm not crazy. Maybe when Eleanor wakes up, she might have seen Edward on the other side of the parking lot.

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Eleanor's POV

I open my eyes, finding myself in a hospital room. Everything hurt from my head, my arms, and the left side of my body. Slowly I felt my right arm around, trying to locate the nurse's button. What happened? All I remember is talking with Ginger, a screech, and being pushed. All else seemed to be a blur, like flickering lights as I went in and out throughout the day until a nurse gave me a sedative.

A hand grabbed my own as I turned my head to see Zelena. "Zel-" I couldn't finish as my words slurred.

"It's all right, dear." She murmured.

"Feel slug . . . ish," I mumbled.

"You're drugged." She chuckled.

"I'm drunk?" I asked to be confirmed.

Zelena and another person chuckled. Ginger walked around the bed and said, "No, silly, you're drugged. Veins pumped with morphing."

"Oh," I breathed.

Both laughed at me while Zelena placed a hand over my forehead. I winced at the contact, then sighed when she chanted a spell to help my concentration to be clearer than stoned. It felt much better to have a clear head instead of sluggish fatigue.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Tyler Crowley lost control of his car and hit us." Ginger answered. "Fortunately, he didn't actually hit us."

"I got hit by a car?" I asked in disbelief.

"Apparently," Zelena answered.

I scowled, for I don't recall being struck by a van. I remember the van coming in, raising my hands to use my powers to slow it down . . . however, something pushed me on my left shoulder. I don't know what it is, but something or someone pushed me so hard that my left shoulder popped, followed by a road burn. I examined my body, finding my left arm in a sling and wrist in a cast.

"Don't worry. We'll fix it when you are discharged," Zelena assured.

"Do my parents know?" I asked.

"Yes, I called them while you were sleeping." She answered. "They are worried, and your mom might come over for a visit."

"Great," I sighed.

The last thing I wanted was for my parents to worry. When I was fourteen, I fell on the spiral staircase and broke my leg. Grandfather Horatio called my mom, and barely two hours later, she came and mended the bones. Constance has the ability of Thaumaturge. In other words, healing. She would rather be the person tending to her children than a doctor. Zelena chuckled till her cell phone rang. She excused herself, leaving the room. Ginger took a seat on the bed, looking at me.

"Ella," Ginger whispered. "Do you remember Edward Cullen being across the parking lot?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Do you remember Edward being on the other side of the parking lot?" She repeated.

I took a deep breath, trying to remember those few seconds. Ginger looked at him, and I told her to forget about him to protect her. At the same time, I glared at the Cullens, for they were staring at us strangely. The next thing was the van incident.

"Yeah, he was," I answered. "Why'd you ask?"

"Because he's telling everyone he was standing right next to me." She said.

"What?" I groaned, moving slightly causing pain in my left shoulder. "Impossible. No normal person can run so fast unless he's an Olympian, and I doubt he is."

"Agreed," Ginger sighed in relief. "I'm relieved you confirmed it otherwise. I thought I was going crazy."

"You're already crazy," I teased.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," Ginger scoffed, crossing her arms.

I chuckled at her. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I look up to see Jacob wheeling in Billy Black. "Knock knock."

"Please tell me half the school is not waiting in the waiting room?" I asked.

Zelena walked in with a chuckle, "No, the doctors told them to leave. I thought familiar faces might help."

"Thanks," I said, adjusting myself a little.

"How're you feeling?" Jacob asked.

"Oh, like I got hit by a van." I joked.

Everyone chuckled at the lame joke as Billy wheeled himself over to the bed on the left side. He stared at my shoulder, which was exposed, and spotted the bruising. Whatever he saw made his eyes widen, then he frowned. Before I could ask what was wrong, he shook his head and set a small beaded pouch on my lap.

"Something to keep you safe," Billy said.

"That's not necessary," I said.

"I insist," he encouraged.

"Dad," Jacob whined slightly.

Not wanting to offend Billy, I took the pouch and tried to open it. Inside was a wooden pendant with a carving of Quileute artwork of two wolves. There was a scent of herbs smeared into the carved lines, as a paste was used. Though I could not detect what they were. The smell wasn't pungent or disturbing, but it was strong.

"Thank you," I said, looking at Billy.

Billy nodded as he handed another pouch to Ginger, "One for you too."

Ginger nodded as she accepted the gift. Although she smelled the fragrance, she desperately tried not to show a disgusted face. Then again, she is not exposed to different herbs and aromas to feel neutral on them.

"So, how long are you in?" Jacob asked.

"She'll be out tomorrow, though her recovery may take five weeks," Zelena answered.

More like five days, I thought. When I'm out of here, I'll be fit to see the pope.

"So Jake, how's the Rabbit?" I asked.

"Almost done," Jacob said. "You don't know where I can get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?"

"I'll see if my dad might know someone who does." I chuckled.

Somehow Jacob walking into the room made things better. Everyone talked, forgetting or ignoring the fact that Ginger and I were in a car accident. Around eight 'clock, the nurse came in, announcing visiting hours were over. Jacob and Billy said their goodbyes before leaving. Zelena told me she would be back in the morning to pick me up. I nodded as I wished her and Ginger goodnight.

Once they were gone, the nurse brought me dinner. It was okay, though, not the best. Afterward, I was given another shot of morphing before going to sleep. Keeping the pendant close as I slept into oblivion.

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Ginger's POV

I slept in my room trying to sleep till having a strange dream. An apparition standing at the corner of my bed, watching me. His eyes were golden, watching in fascination. It was like an out-of-body experience. As I watch the person in the shadows watching me sleep. Feeling a sense of apprehension, my body has woken up with a jolt. I gasped, looking at the corner to find Edward Cullen staring at me. Quickly I leaned forward to turn on the lights. He vanished as if he was never even there when the lights were on.

I sat there panting, if not confused, at what just happened.

That was the first time I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

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