Blackout?

"I. Fucking. Hate. Imprinting." I grumbled when I took a sip of water. My head was still foggy. According to the others, I had been out cold. Then I got to meet the leeches! HOW FUN!! Apparently they took me there because they thought I died. Obviously not, else I would see grandpa and ask him what kind of sick joke leaving your grandkids to face the seven trials of hell on their own was. (A/N NO OFFENSE, POP-POP! YOU'D NEVER DO THAT!) So here I was, face to face with Demon Kid and Pixie Dust.

"Not very original." Edward laughed.

Stupid mind rapist! I like Leah's phrasing in that case.

Why do you hate imprinting? Renesmee's hand was on my cheek.

"It makes life too complicated." I responded.

Jacob doesn't make my life complicated. Oh so she knew of his little wolf-stake.

"When Jacob wants to do nothing but kiss you all day, you'll understand." I cleaned up my original answer for her ears.

"Thank you." Edward said stiffly.

Anything to help the child's education.

"Now, Renesmee, listen to me carefully. When you need someone to blame something on, use Seth. It gets you out of tons of trouble."

Renesmee smiled and nodded.

Ms. Pix wasn't doing anything still, just standing there.

"How are you feeling?" She asked finally.

"Great for the fact I just woke up from a terrible nightmare to find out it was real." I smiled sarcastically.

"It was funny watching you wake up." HOLY SHIT THE DEMON TALKED WITH HER VOICE!

"Was it?" I muttered.

"Yes, you woke up screaming right when Grandpa was about to take blood!" She clapped.

What is she? She couldn't be more than two; I had seen half-vamps before. Smart kid this one was.

"I think that was probably the worst time for me to wake up." I thought of my history with needles.

"The poor lady was trying to help you!" Edward laughed at my memory.

"Yes, but she was all `I'm Jill! I'm going to play you a song!` and I was upset." I grumbled, trying not to smile.

"You were in the hospital with pneumonia, I don't blame you. But, she was trying to cheer you up."

"I know, and then I threw a fit for the people with the ultrasound."

"Why were they looking at your spleen?" He looked confused.

"Because they thought my pneumonia was caused by a huge spleen." I answered.

"Pneumonia has nothing to do with your spleen." Alice piped.

"But the doctors didn't know that. Either way, I threw a tantrum."

Renesmee had decided to throw her fork at the wall. No idea why, but it stuck there. It was kind of funny looking.

Seth came downstairs with Jacob and Leah. It took me until then to realize my head was throbbing. I reached to touch it and drew back quickly, damn it HURT!

Papa vamp came down only moments later.

"I think you may have a concussion, we'll have to run a scan."

Really?! WHY ME?!

So, without painkiller might I add, I got to go in this weird looking machine. Not to mention the fact I'm claustrophobic, but oh well. I looked into this little pain of glass when Carlisle was in the quiet room with earmuffs. It took me a while to decipher the backwards warning but finally I did and I got.

WARNING

Do not look into beam while machine is in operation.

It can be hazardous to your health.

Fantastic, more head damage.

Finally it was over. Yes, I had a minor concussion. No, it wasn't a big deal, it was healing.

But, I was still the most confused person alive in the world today.

I needed Seth.

But I didn't want him.

I liked the way it felt when he touched me.

But I disliked how I felt that way.

I wanted a boyfriend.

But I wish Fate could have let me find one myself.

I fell asleep at Billy's that night, in one of the twin's rooms. However, Jacob did seem to enjoy following orders, especially medical orders.

The light switched on for the third time that night to make sure I hadn't died.

"I AM SHEA GABRIELLE TYGER. I HAD A CONCUSSION TODAY. I AM OTHERWISE ALIVE. SHUT OFF THE LIGHTS!" I told him, my eyes still closed.

"Double checking." Jacob sighed.

I really wish my life didn't involve so many blackouts.

*Ω*

A/N

Everything, from pneumonia to concussion, has happened to be honest. And my mom did come in and turn on the lights and I did reply "my name. I had a concussion. I am alive. SHUT OFF THE LIGHTS!" I did tell my friend's younger buddy in our skool's buddy system that if he ever needed to blame someone to "Blame Gianluca" and whaddya know, when his teacher asked "Who put all these sparkles on the floor?" he answers "Gianluca did it!" and Gianluca turned to me and said "Did you teach him that?" and I smiled and said. "Quite possibly."

So, yes, I base a lot of this off real life.