Chapter 13:
Jacob:
"If you would stop fidgeting, I could get this done quickly and painlessly" The nurse tried to be nice about it, but I could see the irritation in her eyes. For the fourth time today, she had the difficult job of changing my IV. It added some excitement to my day to make it as annoying as possible.
I gave her a break, just this once and a minute later, she bustled out, mumbling something I'm pretty sure was not polite to say to a patient.
Only three days, and I was already bored out of my mind. I wasn't aloud to leave my room- there was thankfully a bathroom in it. I only had to wear the cast on my arm for another day so- thank you super fast healing. But my ribs were taking longer to heal. They weren't fractured, but broken. Four of them.
It killed. Flickering through the channels of pointless crap, I settled on Jerry Springer but didn't pay any attention. It was only 12:30 so Cara wouldn't be here for about four hours. Time passed way to slowly when you waited for something.
Apparently, the Pack hadn't been able to track down the bloodsucker in the woods. It was weird because it should have been easy. He was literally running circles out there. The thing was… there was no scent. No trace of him. It was as if he had never existed, but I was evidence that he did.
The Cullen's hadn't picked up anything, according to Carlisle. I had to admit, the guy wasn't half bad- and I'm not just saying that because he basically saved my life, but because he's pretty cool. In that born enemy kind of way.
An old guy in a wheel chair slowly creaked past my door and I watched for the full five minutes it took.
It was a relief, the fact that the vamps couldn't find any trace of him, maybe he had left. But that didn't explain why there was no scent. Everything has a scent. Even those 'odorless' things out there. Everything can be tracked down.
Except this guy. The one exception to the laws of existence. And it pissed me off.
Pushing the lime jello- at least, that's what I hoped it was- aside, I struggled to sit up straighter. I sucked in a breath at the sudden sharp pain but swung my legs over the side of my bed, clutching the metal stand that held the bag of liquid being into my arm through the IV.
Gritting my teeth, I slowly made my way to the door- half in pain, half in annoyance. I hated being weak. Check left, then right- the old man had only managed to get a few doors down in all that time.
I didn't care that I was in only a pair of green scrubs and an chest cast, freedom was so close I could taste it. Or, what I was really tasting was the Doritos I was going to get from the food court since that's as far as I was going to get.
But I never got my Doritos. Carlisle came waltzing down the hall, white coat on, files in hand. His eyes widened for a second at me then he smiled condescendingly. Anger flared in me as he got in the way of my momentary freedom.
"Nice try, Jacob. Back in" He ushered into my room and I grudgingly turned, mumbling under my breath like the nurse.
"Come on, Doc. I'm losing my mind in here" He helped me back in that horrible hospital bed and checked my charts. All good on the health department.
"I'd rather that than your stitches" But he smiled that genuinely kind smile. On any other guy, I might have thought it was creepy, but on him it was mildly reassuring. Centuries of being in the medical field.
"Only a few more days, Jacob, then you can go lose your mind in your own house. How's that?" And with last smile, Carlisle vanished, leaving me alone again. And without Doritos.
Later:
A warm, soft hand was gently brushing the hair out of my eyes. Her thumb stroked my cheek and with a lazy smile, I opened my eyes.
"About time you showed up" I said, turning to kiss her palm. Cara sat next to my bed, smiling that one smile, meant only for me to see. Her hair hung down around her shoulders in waves, framing her beautiful face and making her light eyes stand out. My heart almost couldn't take it.
"Excuse me if I was getting an education" She smiled but she looked tired, worn out.
"I guess that is kind of important" I muttered but looked at her now with worried eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Nothing get's by you, huh?... I haven't been sleeping well lately. I don't know, it's probably nothing" Cara shrugged, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling and I had the sudden desire to kiss her. I wanted those perfect lips on mine and luckily, I didn't even have to say anything.
She leaned forward and kissed me first, gently, afraid to hurt me but I threw that out the window. My good arm came up and cupped her neck, securing her face to mine. She moved from the chair to the bed, careful of the casts and ran her fingers through my hair. It sent a shiver down my spine that almost hurt, it was so strong.
The monitor next to us beeped and we broke apart with a sigh. A nurse would come in a minute to check my heart rate, blah, blah, blah. I could still feel Cara's kiss.
"When can you come home?" She asked, pouting adorably. She twined her fingers through mine, looking down.
"Is it that boring without me?"
"Oh, no. It's way more fun, I was just wondering so we can have one last wild party before you show up" Cara rolled her eyes and smiled at me as the nurse walked in. She fussed over Cara sitting on the bed and made her move her chair to the other side of the room. She checked the machine, my IV and left.
The instant she was out of the room, Cara was sitting next to me again, grinning. She checked her watch and sighed. My heart sank.
"I'm so sorry, Jake. I've got to go" She kissed me lightly then tried to stand but I held fast to her hand.
"Why? You just got here" I said, desperately trying to tell her how much I wanted her to stay with my eyes.
"Actually, I've been here for an hour, I didn't want to wake you" She's not telling me something. It suddenly occurred to me that there was something she was keeping from me, and it hurt. Couldn't she trust me?
"Well, what could be more important than you vulnerable and injured boyfriend?" I coughed for emphasis then cringed for real at the sharp pain in my chest. Cara blushed, then looked away, trying to look at anything but me. It just proved my suspicion.
I gently turned her head so she was looking at me and stared her in her blue eyes. For a second, I marveled at that. She was so dark everywhere else- dark hair and tanned skin- but her eyes were startlingly blue.
"I didn't want to tell you cause I knew you'd worry… but, Sam gave me a shift. Actually, its yours, but they figured I could cover it for now. Please, do not freak out" But it was too late, my eyes bulged the heart monitoring machine went crazy.
"What?! You can't, I won't let you" I tried to sit up but she pushed me back down, her eyes flickering rapidly. "I'm going to kill Sam. Did he not see what happened to me? You wouldn't stand a chance!"
She froze and stared at me with suddenly cold eyes. Cara's hand slid out of mine and she leaned back, no longer caring about my comfort.
"Oh, really? How long have you been able to shift into a wolf, Jacob Black?" Cara's voice was steely and the way she used my full name made me cringe.
"Almost two years, I guess" I muttered. I could felt the weight of her anger, it radiated off of her and I regretted saying anything.
"Two years… compared to the eleven I've been able to. I may be small but there are things not even Sam knows are capable that I can do. Years of practice, you know? So, Jake, you're precious girlfriend can take care of herself" She stood abruptly and shouldered her bag. I was speechless and felt incredibly guilty.
A new nurse walked in, noticed the tension in the air and tried to ignore it as she checked my charts- again.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't call me tonight, I probably won't answer" And with that, a fuming Cara stormed out of my room, never once looking back.
"Don't worry, boy. She'll forgive you. Puppy love"
She had no idea.
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