Ok guys, so I know that my other story is nowhere near done, but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while. After this story it is certain that sequels will come. FYI this story starts in Manchester England, and there is a great possibility it will end there as well. Also, Alex has an English accent and will never really get rid of it, and, while not important to the story, it will explain some things in sequels.
Disclaimer: I in no way own Twilight, and anything recognizable belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I do however own the plot, and Alex, as well as any and all animals that might be brought into the mix. Enjoy! :)
The light slowly became tolerable and my eyes adjusted enough for me to understand I was in a hospital. Everything was coming into focus, but that also included the dull pain in my chest and stomach, so dull however, it felt like I had eaten to much, although that was obviously not the case. I lifted my head up and was brought facing a man who could have been a male model, but was in a doctors coat and had what I'm assuming was my chart in hand.
"Ah, Alexa, how are we feeling?" He questioned in a voice that made me want to trust him. I attempted to answer, but it ended up sounding like there was cotton in my mouth, which, come to think of it, was drier that the Mojave Desert, and felt as if a scorpion had slept with a cactus and my mouth was home for the mutant spawns.
"Careful dear," he stopped my futile attempt to sit up and propped me up against a pillow, "How about some water?" I was almost as grateful that he asked this as I was when the angel sent me back to Earth, but that's a story for later. In response, almost on its own, my head nodded vigorously, making the doctor chuckle again. He handed me a glass and for the first time I realized my arms were free of the weight, so I reached out and downed the glass before anyone could blink.
"Now dear, how are we feeling?" Doctor Cullen, according to the name tag that was now clear, asked.
"Well," I began, voice sounding strangled," I- I remember a crash, and dying, but I feel fine now, almost like nothing happened." He looked startled and slightly curious, and for the first time I noticed that there was only one drip to the IV in my arm. That's strange; when my mom volunteered, only one bag meant it wasn't serious, but judging by Doctor Cullen's tone, I'm very sick, or injured, or whatever reason I'm in this damn place. But I also noticed that my skin seemed to be fighting the needle, and all of the sudden my conversation with the angel made sense. Doctor Cullen snapped me out of the almost flashback by starting a long and detailed explanation on how my father and I were in a car crash and I was the sole survivor. Also that, while I might have survived, a procedure to close a tear in my stomach wall was needed, and how I was put under by medical reason to allow the wall to begin self repair. All in all, I was board! As he was about to continue, I cut him off, no longer able to sit still and be a quiet little listener.
"Ok, ok, I get it, 'I'm lucky to have survived', and 'it was a gift from God because I died four times but wouldn't give up', but lets just thank God silently. Now, when can I get out of here and to... Wherever the fuck I'm gonna go after this?" He seemed startled by my vocabulary, much less the fact that I was brave enough to cuss in front of a doctor, but I will tell you right now, I have the mouth of a sailor and can always make up a new word in the case of running out. Speaking from personal experience of course.
"Well," He recovered in seconds, "You can leave as soon as I medically clear you, but do you know where you are going to go?" His voice was laced with concern, but my mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out where I was going to stay, and didn't particularly care.
"I- I don't know," I answered in a whisper, but he seemed to hear it loud and clear, and put a hand on my arm in a comforting sort of gesture.
"Do you have anyone we could contact, like a mother, or siblings?" Doctor Cullen asked as he started to detach the many tubes and ties taped to my body. The question made my mind go to when my mother and brothers were killed in... In a car accident. Tears flowed silently down my face, dripping onto the sheet covering my body, making Doctor Cullen look up in alarm, most likely jumping to the conclusion that he had hurt me.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a surprised voice, obviously still recovering from the fact that I just randomly started crying.
"Yes, its just that my mother and brothers were killed in a car crash, and I- and I was the only survivor!" I then proceeded to brake down into a state of hysteria, silent tears staining my face as I shook, and tried to control the depression within me.
"Oh you poor dear! Well there is one thing I can do to help in this situation, just let me make a quick call to someone?" He said in a questioning tone, as if asking if I was okay to be left alone. I just nodded slightly and wiped my eyes with the sheet as the doctor silently took his leave.
Doctor Cullen came in roughly half an hour later, a joyous expression blessed his face, and I'll admit, it lifted my spirits slightly. The tears had stopped not long after he left, and now my mother and brother only brought a faint throb to my heart, but that to would fade, as it always does. The doctor sat at the end of my bed, carefully avoiding my toes.
"I just talked to my wife, and she thinks that adopting again could be fun. Of course you have all final say, but it would be a joy to add you to our family." He looked almost hopeful, and it did sound better that living in the woods.
"Actually, that sounds wonderful, but I don't suppose we'd have room for five horses would we?" I asked in a glum voice. The horses were one of the last things I had of momma, seeing as father had burned every picture, save the one I kept hidden in my wallet. Doctor Cullen's face immediately broke out into a full grin and I couldn't help but smile back, even if I would have to leave my horses behind.
"Of course we have room! But I must warn you now, we already have eight children, so the house can get pretty chaotic," He chuckled slightly and unwrapped the last tube from my wrist, freeing it of the annoying IV. The wound healed immediately and I hid my had under the sheet to keep him from seeing it. I would tell them my secret, just not yet, and I suppose now there were two secrets to keep and tell.
"Really? Wow that's a lot of kids, but I mean, seriously, I can bring the horses?!" I asked in total shock; it's not every day a doctor offers to adopt you, has nine kids, and allows you to bring five horses into the mix.
"Yes, really, Esme would probably bring in one hundred if it made her child happy." At this he was smiling with a far off look in his eyes; a sign of love. I smiled brightly and started to shift in the bed nervously. What if they don't like me? Will I fit in? Will they be as nice as Doctor Cullen? These questions rattled inside of my head, but I shook them off just as quickly as they had come and swung my legs slowly over the bed. Doctor Cullen slipped out of the room and I noticed that my bag I had been carrying was lying on a chair, and I silently thanked God; that bag had my mothers sketch book in it. I walked over and opened the bag slowly, knowing that inside I would find pajamas and slippers. It might not be fancy, but it was more than a hospital gown. After getting dressed I made my way over to the mirror and gasped at the appearance; my dark, chestnut hair, that usually shone like polished wood with red highlights, was matted and sickly; my tan skin was covered in sweat and had a blochy pattern that was most likely bruising; and my ice grey eyes that usually held a spark of life were dead and lifeless. A knock startled me out of starring horrified at the mirror and I sat on the edge of the bed waiting. On my way over I mumbled something close to come in and Doctor Cullen stepped inside.
"Ready?" He asked, and when I nodded he took my hand, leading me though the hospital blindly. After about ten minutes of walking he turned and ushered me into a sleek black Mercedes, which, under normal circumstances, I would have gawked at, but not now. I just slipped into the passenger seat and stared unseeingly as he drove. We rode in silence for a solid fourty minutes, and I was about to ask where we were going until we turned down a dirt road, drove for about two miles, and eventually pulled up in front of a giant, white mansion. I followed up the stairs and to the door, taking a deep breath as the doorknob turned.
This is it
