Disclaimer: i do not own twilight ppl. So this is the third chapter. Between school and all the projects and my other stories its hard... unless I skip out on sleeping.
"We're fine mommy," they whined together. That is still way to cute to me. It's adorable when they finish each others' sentences and say things at the same time.
"Just checking," I put my hands up in defeat. They giggled. I felt more pain shoot through me. I winced and grimaced. Jasper stood immediately and walked out of the room. I moment later, Carlisle walked through my room door.
"Bella! It's wonderful to see you again. I can't say I'm happy about why though," Carlisle frowned. The girls jumped in my bed and hid under the covers of the mentioning of the night before. That was probably yesterday now.
"You'll be discharged in a few hours. I need you to feel out some papers and then I think we need to talk." I nodded knowing the topic was inevitable. "For now, I'll give you something for the pain." he gave me a pill and told me it wouldn't make me drowsy.
Not surprisingly, as the room was filled with an awkward silence, I heard two peoples breathing even and heavy. The girls were out. I smiled again as the pain subsided and I viewed the girls sleeping.
"What's the damage, Carlisle?" I asked barely above a whisper.
"Besides the stab wounds and bruises all over your body, you have One cracked rib and two bruised ribs. There is also some tearing in other places...." He trailed off and I instantly knew what he was referring to. I nodded to save him from the discomfort. "I'm sorry to say this, but..... you lost the babies you were carrying." I looked at him confused.
"I'm not pregnant," I told Carlisle almost questioning his sanity.
"Yes, you were. You were having twins," He said somberly. That's when reality hit me. With all the stress and distractions I didn't even think about my menstrual. I hadn't had one in about a month or two. I sobbed twice. One for each darling child I lost. I closed my eyes willing the tears to go away.
"I'm so sorry, Bella," Esme and Carlisle said. Jasper nodded as well. I sighed and tried to clear my head. I was all his fault. I grew with anger. I'm sure Jasper could feel it all. I was way passed anger. I was furious... pissed... livid! I gave myself a moment to calm down.
"Bella.... what happened? Who did this to you?" Jasper asked in a pained and strained voice.
Could I tell them? Was I strong enough to relive the painful thoughts or strong enough to see the vivid images that would surely come? I had o clue. Then I thought about where I would go to when I was discharged. I definitely wasn't going to take my children back to live with that sick bastard. Where would I go? Then some nagging voice in the back of my head popped up.
You'll go to jail and your children will be out in the system. Or worse. Logan's friends will come after you and kill you. You know they will. Who is going to stop them? Certainly not Edward. He left you remember? Is he dead?" The voice said.
"Is he dead?" I asked in a weak, low, and cold.
"Who?" They all asked.
"My h-h-husband," I answered raising my gaze from the floor and met Jasper's.
"Why would he be?" Esme asked quietly.
"Because I stabbed him," I started to remember everything as the whole scene flashed in front of my eyes.
"What's your husbands name, Bella?" Carlisle asked softly.
"Logan Smith." I answered.
"Did he do this to you?" Jasper growled. I couldn't seem to find the words. I just nodded. "I'll kill him."
Before I even had the time to blink Jasper tried to shoot out of the room and Carlisle and Esme held him back. It was obviously a struggle for them. It lit a fire in me to see Jasper caring so much. Woah! Where that come from? But why did he care so much.
I never really made a strong bond with Jasper as I did with the other Cullens. I always wanted to know him, but I never got the chance to. There was never opportunity. On top of that, Jasper seemed in pain with me so close anyway. I didn't want him to suffer because of me. This was different though. I felt something there. Like a pull.
My thoughts were interrupted by a frightened looking intern coming to see Carlisle.
"Dr. Cullen, sir, a Mr. Logan Smith needs immediate attention. He's coding." The intern panicked. He looked a little flushed. All hands
are needed on deck, sir," Carlisle simply nodded and the intern ran out of the room.
Logan? What does 'coding' mean? What is it?
"Do you want me to save his life, Bella or not try as hard and let him slip away?" Carlisle asked. Nice. Put this on the injured one.
I know this chapter is really short, but it was either this or nothing for at least a week.
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