I really don't like putting A.N's unless it is really necessary but this one is, all I have to say (so people will stop getting mad at me) BELLA MAY NOT BE HUMAN! Confusing right! Well it all comes together just keep reading and hold on!
Chapter 2
Awake
Love can sometimes be magic.
But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
-Javan
I was floating. That's about all I dared to know. Yet I also felt detached. Detached from the world, and my body. Like I was emerged in salt water just letting the current flow around me, sweeping me up in its massive arms and cradling me, until it carried me away so slowly that only a whisper of wind tickled my toes. Almost like when Edward would sing to me hold me close to his body and whisper in my ear that I was his forever. I felt him now. I felt the playful, compassionate words lingering at the edges of my ears. I could smell the thick aroma that hung around him like a leather jacket never to be taken off. His smooth marble like skin barley touching my arm as he caressed it slowly.
"Bella, oh Bella, I know you can hear me! Bella" Renée's voice frantically screamed but to me it just sounded like she was far away. I tried to open my eyes but they felt like they were sown shut. I tried to scream but my lips felt the same way.
"Bella" Edwards voice rang loud in my ears. Then I was falling, or being pulled. That's it I was being pulled, by some invisible force. My heart beat was throbbing in my ears. Then it all stopped.
I gasped for air by the sudden surprise. My mouth actually opened. Then I opened my eyes. It was déjà vu all over again. I was still in the hospital room. Still strapped down, and still human.
"Bella!" my mom's face was in front of mine. "Oh Bella" Tears that had been building up in her eyes now spilled over the edges like waterfalls. She pulled me into a hug. A long one to.
"Making up for all the hugs I lost." She whispered in my ear. I hugged her back. My body was on auto pilot while my brain was on overdrive.
My first question was how. Well that pretty much summed up everything concerning questions. How did this happen? How is it possible? I can't dream or think that visually right? No there is no way. I can't be human! I just can't be! He was there; he was with me in my room. He was always there and the meadow…
The meadow, it had to still be there. It just had to. Unless like everything else; it was fake to, gone. No everything can't be gone Edward can't be gone! Nessie can't be gone! NO!
I didn't notice how hard I was biting my lip until I tasted the blood in my mouth. The rusty salty tasting fluid in my mouth made me want to barf. I felt sick; my head was dizzy and my palms started to sweat.
The only thing that looked reasonable for me to spit in was the hospital dress on me. I tried to grab a wad of dress and pull it up to my mouth but my arms didn't budge. "Mmmmmm" I half mumbled my lip was visibly bleeding now.
"Oh honey" mom said "Here take this" she put a napkin near my mouth, which I used to wipe my tongue on.
Blood… something I had such a desire for, something that made my throat burn when I thought of it, something that I didn't have to train myself, to not go after. How did something I use to have such a powerful pull for, suddenly have the opposite effect on me? It's because I'm human. The thought made me shudder and my mom noticed.
"Oh honey, are you cold?" she pulled the limp light blue blanket higher up on me.
"Don't worry Bella; Dr. Facinelli will be in shortly." As if that was his cue, a tall well looking man walked in. He had a nice gentle looking face, brown hair, and a little bit of five o'clock shadow.
Even after the man walked in I still was expecting Carlisle to walk in behind him. I was still expecting to… I don't know what I was expecting. Not this. If it's true and I've really been in a coma for the last four years… the scar.
I abruptly tried to pull my arm up, but it didn't budge, then I remembered that it was strapped down.
"Mom" when I said that I felt filled, and new? Like I actually hadn't said that word in a long time.
"Yea baby?"
"Could you pull up my sleeves? Umm…I'm hot," no actually I was pretty good.
"Sure, uh Charlie you want to get that sleeve?" Without hesitating they both un-tucked the selves from the harnesses and rolled up the sleeves. I looked down, almost positive I was going to see the scar. It wasn't there. Gone. Like everything else I knew.
I had forgotten about the doctor standing in the room, well until he spoke, "Mr. And Mrs. Swan;"
"Um Mrs. Dwyer" Mom interrupted. Aww, she really got married to Phil and I wasn't there.
"Sorry, Isabella seems to be going through what we call the 'wake up' process. She seems to of skipped a level of the waking up process thought, 'waking up' is a slow process of what we call 'emerging.' The first part of the waking up process is when the eyes open and they have wake/sleep cycles, the sleep cycles being the longest. As the wake cycles get longer and longer, movement begins to occur; then speech; then purposeful movement; reaching for things, making things work -- purposeful speech -- asking questions." He paused and flashed his green eyes at me. Then back to my parents.
"Isabella seems to be past the 'emerging' part, which is a good and bad thing. If her brain hasn't gone through the first stage, then there is a higher chance she will have brain problems in the future. Now were not exactly sure so we'd like to run a few test on her check her vital waves and brain waves for any possible small problems we can diagnose for the future." He paused either for dramatic effect or to let everything soak in.
"We want to start her out with a CT scan of her brain; we might want to do an MRI if it comes to that. We'll need one of your signatures to allow the CT scan."
"I'll sign it" Charlie stated not loud but there was a hint of confidence. "I just want my Bells to get better."
"After the test we can move her to the ICU and if nothing gets worse and everything looks good then I can dismiss her, but she will have to stay in the ICU a minimal of three weeks, to undergo the recovery process."
"What is the recovery rate?" Renée asked. I was thinking the same thing.
Rate of recovery? It varies, obviously. But the important yardstick is the patient's ability to communicate on a consistent basis. Everyone is warned that their loved one could stay at any level of recovery after the first year and a half, then make small gains for an undetermined amount of time -- even years later. I feel Isabella will progress fine and her recovery rate will not last long. I will recommend appropriate medical care and rehabilitation seminars even after she is dismissed. "
"Like a shrink?" Go figure mom would ask that. I mentally laughed.
"Well, we don't really call them shrinks, but yes. Or just find her someone to talk to, when she needs to and be there for her recovery."
"How long until I go into the CT scan?" I hadn't really meant to talk just think, but it came out anyways. Everyone's eyes flashed to me. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks. The doctors' lips pulled a little at the corners.
"Well I can try and schedule an emergency CT scan but even if that goes through you would still have to wait at least an hour."
"Can you try to get me in as soon as possible?" Heck I was making conversation, might as well keep the mouth at work.
"Right away, if there's no more questions."
"I have one, well two actually, one when can I get these straps off, and two can I eat? " I asked. I was surprisingly hungry. Mmmmm a nice juicy burger with lettuce, and tomatoes, and cheese, Mmmmm wow I'm fantasizing over a burger.
My mother laughed a half hearted laugh, "but Bella you never eat"
"I know but I'm hungry! I want a burger,"
"Okay okay. I'll go get you a garden burger,"
"No I want an actual burger, with actual beef," the look on my mother's face was priceless. She came really close to me pretending to be searching for something.
"Who are you and what have you done to my Bella?" I rolled my eyes. She kissed my forehead. "I'll go get you your 'All American burger'" Mom left and the doctor followed her out.
"Oh" he stopped in the door frame. "I'll have a nurse come UN hook those" he pointed to the straps all around me.
"Thank you!" then he left.
Charlie sat in the chair where Renée had been sitting and took my hand. He didn't look in my eyes when he spoke but I could, tell he was serious.
"Bella" he started "I really think when we get out of here you should stay with your mom, move back to Arizona."
"But dad I didn't even get to stay with you for a day. Yes it's been four years but I still want to stay in Forks. I can get my own house and start a job, go to a community college. Please dad." I was practically begging.
"Okay, but you should tell your mother."
And the day went on.
The nurses came in UN strapped me, and I ate my really good burger. I fell asleep about three times throughout the day. Hey I even know what the date is now. March 31 2009, and I'm stationed –as the nurses put it—at the Harbor view Medical center in Seattle Washington. Dr. Facinelli was able to schedule a CT scan but it had to wait until tomorrow morning.
Yet as all the good news comes I'm affected the most by the bad news. I couldn't hold myself to think Edward; the love of my life was really truly…gone. I still wouldn't let my mind think that. No matter what. I would find the Cullen's. I would find my love, and my child. This was all just one bug nightmare and I was waiting for the awakening.
A.N Sorry the endings not the best but i needed to get a new chapter up! Please tell me what you think.