Chapter 6
What are those things? The lights burning through my eyelids and disrupting the darkness. My fingers trail along the tops of my eyes to block the light, and when they do, I open my eyes to find myself in a white room with curtains hanging at all sides except my right and machines beeping. I am no longer in the Black's house, but in a hospital. Shifting my head to look around, a terrible throbbing envelopes my head, beating like a drum. Groaning, I run my fingers through my hair until they reach the back of my head, where it aches the most. When I lean up to get a better view of the room, a hand pushes me back down.
Glancing to my sharp left, I notice a man in a white jacket and blue scrubs. He's an older gentleman, near his fifties, if I were to guess. With short black hair. He is no Doctor Dave. He writes something down on a piece of paper on a clipboard and looks me in the eye. "You don't want to do that."
"Where am I?" I glimpse down at myself, noticing I am no longer wearing my clothes but that of a hospital gown. There is an IV in my left arm.
"You're in the hospital," he answers, fingering the page as he reads over something on the clipboard.
"But where, like location? Town, city?"
He gives me a strange look, "You must have hit your head harder than we expected. How are you feeling?"
That's not what I am asking. "Be better when you answer me," I hiss.
"You're in the town of Butte, Montana," he finally answers, still giving me that same strange look.
"Montana?" I sit up, this time not being prevented. "How'd I get here?" I whisper to myself.
But the doctor hears me and raises a brow. He brings the clipboard to his chest and turns towards me to look me in the eye again, but this time more intently. Like he's looking for something. "A young gentleman dropped you off; said you were bit by a car and injured your head."
"Is that young man still here?" If I recall, he means Jared. The one who tore me out of the Black's house. Or… were we pushed out? What was that thing, that light?
"No, he was in a rush to leave. He said he just saw the accident that you were in. Appears, there are no other injuries except some old bruises and cuts on your body. Which makes little sense with the story he told. You did groan in pain whenever your head moved, so we took you in anyway just in case you did serious damage to your head."
"And you didn't make that young man stay? To answer questions by the police? Even after possibly lying to you about an 'accident.'" The words come out stronger than I intend, but there is a feeling inside that bursts with anger. Jared, or one of those damned men, took me from Jake, and brought me all the way to Montana for no goddamn reason.
"He was out of here before we could stop him." The doctor admitted.
Grumbling, I fall back down on the bed, groaning the moment my head collides with the pillow. The throbbing returns full force. Grabbing my head with both hands, I run my fingers through my hair to help relieve some of the pain.
"Ma'am, can you tell me what happened, and what your name is?" He asks.
"My name is Furiae," I start. Should I tell him about what happened? What happened? "You see," having to at least tell him something. "I had got into an incident a few days back cliff diving and I hit my head while underwater. It caused a minor concussion and amnesia, so I can't tell you my full name because I don't remember it. The last few days I was staying with a friend and his father, who had found me and saved me, but I guess I am not fully healed. That was in Washington."
"Oh?" He raises a brow once again, but his eyes look doubtful. He doesn't believe me. Maybe I didn't explain it good enough for it to make sense or something.
"It's true." I state.
"Either way, get some rest. I will have the police talk with you later." With that, he turns on his heels and walks out of the room.
Police? I can't talk to them. They won't believe me either. I need to get back to Washington. I need to get back to Jake. God, I hope he is okay. He seemed in so pain when we got back to his house.
Climbing out of bed, I rip the IV from my arm, grumbling from the pain as I make my way to the right side of the room to look outside from the ceiling to floor windows. There are mountains reaching high to the sky, with clouds hovering around them. A lot of orange, browns and yellow buildings scatter the land from where I can see. The sun is setting on the horizon and once it gets darker-I will sneak my way out and find my way back to Washington.
When night has fallen, the hospital quietens. I kick my feet off the bed and grab my clothes that are folded on a chair on my right. I head for the nearest bathroom and change out of my white gown and into my jeans and brown long-sleeved shirt. Exiting the bathroom, I crumple up the groan and shove it in a trash down one hallway. It's like a ghost town in here. No nurses' room the hallways, and the only sounds that can be heard from here are the beeping of machines coming from the individual rooms.
Now I just need to act natural-as if I am a Visitor-I can do this. I start down a hall that has a sign pointing for the waiting room. A nurse rounds the wall, her eyes down, looking over a clipboard with a coffee in the other hand. She glances at me briefly, just as I look away down at the floor. She doesn't pause though; we pass by one another in silence. Once I pass the main hallway of the hospital, I enter the waiting room, where there are a few people sitting in chairs, either reading a magazine or watching the television in the corner. There are a pair of glass doors leading outside nearby.
When I approach, they open slowly, too slowly, and when they are open side a gust of wind blows right through me, forcing me to step back. It's chilly out, and I have no jacket. Forcing myself through the wind, and out the doors as swiftly as possible. Into the world unknown to me. All that is on my mind now is Jake.
NOTES: The next chapter will be taken a few months after Breaking Dawn. Edward and Bella did get married, but they didn't have Renesmee.