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CHAPTER 14

I closed my eyes and inhaled and then let it out slowly snapping my eyes opened as the door to my hospital room opened and a single shivering figure filled it.

"Renee." I said shortly.

Seeing my mother's shivering form and her tear streaked makeup less face made me sigh inwardly and shove away my jumbled emotions, as I opened my arms to her.

"Come here." I said gently.

Renee immediately rushed over to my bed side and sat on the bed her arms thrown around me as she began to blubber about how sorry she was and how badly she felt about what she had done and how long she had waited to tell dad and Bella.

I listened quietly taking quick short breaths as Renee's tight hug was causing my various bruises, cuts and broken ribs to ache and scream at me.

After Renee calmed down and her tight hug loosened a bit I began to take slower and deeper breaths while trying to keep the white spots from dancing in my vision.

"How is Phil doing with all of this?" I asked, curious as to how my step-dad was doing.

"After all it's not every-day you find out that your step-daughter is a killer." I thought grinning at the irony as Phil always told jokingly told me I was a killer, though he had been referring to my habit of flirting with every male I saw.

"Phil doesn't know, his team was transferred out that same day that you went missing and I told him that we were having a family bonding time." Renee said as she pulled away from me completely and took some Kleenex's from her pocket and blew her nose.

I felt my anger began to rise as she continued to speak,

"I am grateful that you finally took care of your mess but by leaving her and them the way you did and then being taken and getting the Police involved…then the FBI got involved and Bella and Charlie were freaking out at me saying that everything was my fault and well- that doesn't matter. What matters is that your all right." Renee said with a sigh and a wave of her hand that seemed to be dismissing what she perceived as everyone else's transgressions.

Pinching the brim of my nose I closed my eyes and began to count in my head as I breathed in deeply through my nose and out through my mouth.

"If Phil does call what do you plan on telling him? He probably won't call you but if he did what would you say?" Renee asked after a few seconds of silence.

I sighed and let my hand fall back to my side,

"What would you like me to say Renee? I'm sure you've come up with something by now." I replied not bothering to keep the slight irritation out of my tone.

Renee immediately looked offended,

"Well your obviously in a lot of pain and need your sleep. I'll come back later. Oh and if Phil calls you just don't answer." Renee said before standing up in and leaving in a huff.

I gritted my teeth as a surge of anger raged through me as I silently watched her leave wanting nothing more than to give her a good vocal lashing. Forcing myself to focus on the people who had been holding me captive I allowed my rage to grow at those men.

Not wanting to take any chances of those FBI people getting anything on me but needing to release my pent up rage I exploded into some particularly gruesome scenarios that I would be more then happy to deal out on the men who had captured me in a mess of Icelandic, Latin, Arabic, French and Russian and since I only knew what half of the words I was saying, since I got them from watching foreign films, meant in their respective language I simply made it mean what I wanted it to.

After I finished releasing my pent up anger I yawned and stretched wincing as the stiches pulled and my body in general protested before I snuggled back down into the blankets and hospital pillows.

As I began to drift off I felt someone else enter the room and muttered,

"Bellz we need….to buy ….these pillows." Before falling asleep.

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When I next woke up all I could hear was the annoying constant beeping of the machinery that I was hooked up to turning my head slightly I cracked my left eye open and glared at the evil contraption. It's beeping had seeped into my dreams and I had the strangest dream I could ever remembering having, an army of alarm clocks in the shape of broccoli had been chasing me wanting to drink my blood.

Yawning I reached out for the leaver to move my bed up into a sitting position knowing that my broken ribs would scream at me if I tried to sit up normally. After a few seconds of patting around the side of the bed I found the lever and moved myself up into a half-sitting up position.

Sitting there for a few minutes to get use to the new position I was struck by a very urgent need to pee. Slowly I slipped my legs off of the bedside closest to the machine so I didn't accidentally pull the cord that attached it to me.

Un-plugging the machine I pulled off the thing on my finger and the IV in my arm and made my way to the bathroom. Halfway there I stopped seeing a backpack sitting on one of the chairs, curious and praying that it was Bella again with the rescue I walked over to it. Unzipping it and seeing all the wonderful things it held I silently vowed to tell Bella she was a life saver and forgive her for reading my people book.

After zipping it back up I started back towards the bathroom when I realized that the light would show anyone who passed by that I wasn't in the bed. Not wanting to cause a commotion and have someone come in on me when I was showering or on the pot I walked back to the bed and made a human shape with the pillows before pulling the curtain down far enough where no-one could see the missing pillows before satisfied with my work I went into the bathroom.

It took half a second before I immediately turned around and walked out of the bathroom whose door must have been closed since someone visited it earlier while I was sleeping. Leaving my hospital room I couldn't help but start humming the Pink Panther Theme song as I crept down the hallways, staying out of sight of the odd nurse and doctor as I searched for the nurse's changing station figuring I could just use their shower.

Finally finding the nurses room which was thankfully deserted I pulled everything out of the bag and set it down in the order which I would use it, not wanting to risk staying out to long.

I felt something telling me that I needed to hurry things along so instead of waiting for the water to heat up I jumped into the still cold water which really helped wake me up before taking one of the quickest showers I had ever taken.

Thankfully while shaving I didn't accidentally cut myself and although my hair was a bit longer it wasn't that bad so I left it to dry on it's own after a quick tousle with the towel.

Mentally thanking Bella again at her thoughtfulness I pulled on my matching underclothes before pulling on the extra-large black off the shoulder T-shirt and a pair of baggy black sweatpants. Slipping on the black sandal's I rolled everything else up inside of the large towel and was about to slip it back into the backpack when I saw a fingernail and toenail maintenance kit as well as several different types and colors of polish.

Forgetting about the hurry I was in to get back to my hospital room I sat down on one of the benches and promptly began to trim and clean my toenails before I decided to paint them dark blue with tiny white snowflakes. I was absorbed completely and had just finished my fingernails which I had done black with white crescent moons when I realized that I hadn't felt pain at all since I had left my hospital room.

Startled I began to move around experimentally making sure that my toe-nails which were almost dry, and my fingernails which were still really wet didn't smug and found out to my joy that there was no pain whatsoever.

This realization prompted a whole round of questioning which I wondered out-loud,

"How long have I been asleep? Am I hyped on morphine? Am I still dreaming? I had better NOT be dead!" I muttered the last part angrily at the thought of all the things I had yet to do in my life when I heard the squeak of the nurse's changing station open and a light breeze blew across my face causing me to blink before looking down as I had been glaring at the ceiling that I had looked up at upon thinking I was dead.

Blinking twice I realized I wasn't seeing things.

"Jasper. I hope you come baring gifts and answers because I have a lot of questions and I'm hungry." I stated as my stomach growled to back me up.