Chapter 8: The Call
YAY! This chapter is really long because I got a few requests asking for longer chapters. Here ya go!
Special thanks to reader13lovesbooks, who gave me the idea. It probably isn't exactly what she had in mind, but still.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, just the storyline I made up.
Edward and I didn't talk the whole ride to the hospital. Part of it was that we were strapped to gurneys, but the other part was that I didn't know what to say. What do you say to a guy that just saved your life under impossible circumstances?
I was wheeled into a small room. There, I waited for the doctor to show and let me go home. Edward walked in. "How are you already out?" I asked.
"It's all about who you know," he said. "But don't worry, I came to spring you." (A/N: This line is from the book, which I don't own )
At that moment, the doctor walked in. He was movie star handsome, but chalky pale. He also looked like he needed a good night's sleep. This must be Dr. Cullen.
"Hello, Bella," He said pleasantly. "My name is Dr. Cullen. I see you and Edward know each other already." He smiled at me.
"Carlisle," Edward acknowledged.
"Why don't you wait outside, Edward. She will be done in a moment." Edward shrugged and walked outside.
"So, how do you feel? You took quite a spill." He asked.
"I'm fine. I wasn't hurt at all." I replied quickly. I just wanted to get out of here.
He examined me quickly. "Well, it looks like you were very lucky. You don't have a scratch." He concluded.
"It would have been a whole lot worse if Edward wasn't there. I didn't see him at all, then the car came and he was there. I was sure I was a goner."
"Edward helped you?" He asked me, looking down at his clipboard. He tried to appear nonchalant, but it was strained.
"Yeah, he pulled me out of the way. He was so fast, I have no idea how he got to me."
"Like I said, you were very lucky." He smiled once more and left the room quickly. I could hear Edward outside the door, talking to Dr. Cullen.
"Is she all right?" He asked anxiously.
"She's fine." He said. "But I need to talk to you." He sounded angry.
"I had to do something. I was right there- I couldn't just let her die!"
"I agree. But you have put everything on the line today, Edward. I know you are very new to this, but we can't do anything to expose ourselves."
"I know, Carlisle. I'm sorry. I will take care of Bella." He said.
I tuned them out. I had no idea what they were talking about. New to what? Expose them? Take care of me? Something was going on, and I intend to find out what. The nurse came in. "All right, sweetie, you are free to go. Your dad is in the waiting room."
I got out of there as fast as I could without tripping. Charlie was waiting anxiously in the waiting room. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw me. "I'm free to go." I announced.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Bells." He smiled happily.
"Ch-Dad? Can you wait here for a minute? I need to talk to someone. I'll be right out." I turned and went to find Edward before he could respond.
I found him sitting on the ground outside his father's office. He looked worried. "We need to talk."
"What about?" He asked.
"You very well know what!" I practically shouted. "It's later. Tell me how you saved me."
"Um… I had an adrenaline rush. It's very common. You can Google it." (A/N: stole this from the Twilight movie, which I don't own.) He smiled nervously.
"Were you actually hiking?" I accused. "You hate hiking."
"No, I don't." He looked confused. Now I was really mad.
"Yes you do! God, it's like you aren't even Edward anymore!" I cried angrily. This hit home, he flinched.
"I'm sorry." He said. He turned and walked back into the doctor's office. I stomped angrily back to the waiting room.
"Let's go," I said as I walked past Charlie. I walked out the door with him behind me.
In the car, he said, "You might want to call your mom when you get home."
"You told her! Why?" I exclaimed. Renee would freak out when she heard a car almost hit me.
"I don't know. I felt like I had to." He said sheepishly.
I sighed. "It's fine, Dad. I'll deal with her." Besides, this might be a good thing. I had another plan that was a lot smarter than my first. Renee would surely have Mrs. Masen's number. I doubted she would know anything, but it was worth a try.
As soon as I got home, I dialed Mom's number. She picked up on the first ring. "Hi, Mom."
"Bella, oh gosh Bella, you're okay!" She sobbed into the phone. "I was so worried! Are you hurt? Are you okay? You…" She continued on, freaking out. I had to interrupt soon.
"Mom, I am totally fine. A boy from school saved me. He pulled me out of the way."
"A boy?" She instantly perked up. "Who? Do you like him? Is he cute? Wait, he saved you? How?"
"He pulled me out of the way just in time." I said, not wanting to give her the gory details.
"Tell me everything!" she insisted. Okay, I guess she wanted the gory details. Change of subject!
"So, Mom, how's Phil? Are you liking Florida? Do you still talk to Mrs. Masen?" I tried to slide the last one in, be subtle.
"Phil is good. He's working so hard. Florida is so nice. We are looking at some houses in case this is permanent. You'd like Jacksonville, baby." She said. She was so easily distracted. Of course, she answers all the questions but the one I wanted.
"How's Mrs. Masen?" I asked. "Do you still keep in touch? Do you have her number?" I didn't mean to say the last part. Way to be subtle, Bella.
"Oh. Honey, Mrs. Masen's not doing too well." Something in her tone worried me.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked, worried.
"She has cancer."
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