Chapter 7

Bella POV

When I woke again the sun was high in the sky. I looked around and realized I was in a different room. The walls were a pale yellow with images of Winnie the Pooh staring back at me.

I must be in the pediatrics ward instead of the ICU. I must have been moved while I was asleep.

I listened to the sound of my heart monitor. Beep beep beep beep beep. Wow, this is boring. I must ask one of the doctors if they can bring me a book later. Though I guess I wouldn't have any time to read anyway as I was asleep most of the time but slowly being allowed to stay awake longer each day.

I looked out through the glass window and realized I had a room next to nurses station. The phone was ringing constantly and each time the caller was greeted with a cheery 'Hello!'.

You think someone who worked in a hospital would be a little less cheery. Though I guess the nurse did work with children.

I tried to sit up but was greeted with a searing pain in my stomach and stopped my attempts immediately. I also realized my leg was in a cast, and gauze covered most of my body. Wouldn't this be a fun stay ay the hospital!

I brought my hand up to my face and found the oxygen tube under my nose. I also had a couple of needles sticking out of my hand. I brought my hand back down to my side and looked away, nauseated. I guess needles did always make me faint.

Carlisle and two other doctors then walked into the room. The new doctors were both male and tall, one of them tan, with black hair and stubble and the other going grey with dark skin and a kind face. They were both smiling at me.

"I was wondering when you'd show up!" I told Carlisle, giggling. He just smiled back at me.

"Bella, this is Dr. Sheperd," he said gesturing to the younger one with black hair "and Dr. Weber," pointing at the older one with black skin.

"Hello Bella," they said together.

"Hello," I replied. The new doctors started talking to me, asking how I felt and taking down notes on my chart while Carlisle checked the machines.

"Are you okay Bella? Your heart rate got a little high before. Are you in pain?" asked Carlisle, looking at me with his 'doctor' face on. I guess he already figured out that I usually play things down a bit.

"No. I'm not in pain." Okay, I was a bit, but I wasn't going to tell him that! "That would have been when I tried to sit up. That hurt!"

Carlisle grabbed a remote and pressed a button and found myself being lifted into a sitting position as the head of the bed came up.

"Thank you," I told him. He nodded. Dr Weber then came over to my bedside and asked me if he could take a look at my stomach. I nodded. He then proceeded to unwrap the bandages.

I looked away, not wanting to see the damage that he caused.

After I had a new bandage on my stomach Dr. Sheperd started speaking.

"Alright Bella, now we are going to take you up for a MRI and a CT to see how your healing," I nodded and Carlisle and Dr. Sheperd wheeled me out of the room while Dr. Weber stopped to talk to the nurses.

When we got to Radiology Carlisle put me on a gurney next to a big machine. Dr. Sheperd was already behind a glass wall.

"It can get a bit claustrophobic in there, Bella, but you have to stay very still. There is a microphone in there if you get scared, okay?" I nodded

Carlisle pushed a button that slid me into the machine and went to stand behind the glass wall with Dr. Sheperd.

The machine made a whirling sound and the space inside was very small. There was only about 5 cm from the tip of my nose to the start of the machine.

I had had a headache since I woke up and it was slowly getting worse. I thought it had something to do with the fact that since I had to lay still, I was focusing on the pain, so I decided to think about something else.

I started counting to ten in different languages. Eins, zwei, drei, veir. Funf, sechs, seiben, acht, neun, zehn. After I had finished with German I went onto French. Un, deux. trois, quarte, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed until the bed started moving again, sliding out of the MRI.

I was wheeled back into my room in silence. When we got there Dr. Sheperd came and stood at the foot of my bed.

"Bella, when you came in you had a small bleed in your brain. We were hoping it was going to resolve its self but it has gotten bigger. If it gets any worse we are going to have to operate." Said Dr. Sheperd solemnly.

I nodded. That would explain my headache. Both doctors then walked out of the room to talk and I was left by myself again.

A minute later Carlisle came back in. I assumed Dr. Shepred went to do other things.

"Is everything alright Bella? You have been very quiet today." He asked me.

I nodded. "I'm just tired," I replied, yawning. And my headache had worsened. But of course I didn't tell him this.

"Okay. If you need anything tell the nurses to page me."

"Thank you, Carlisle." I told him as he left the room.

After that, it didn't take long for sleep to envelop me.