Okay! So I'm back from England!! AHHH! It was sooo much fun! But I missed writing SO much! And I have a TON of new ideas, so that means a ton of stories!! AHHH! Okay, okay, I'll be quiet now, and I hope that you like the next chapter! Sorry that I was gone so long! AHHHH!! Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy!!
"Out of my way!" I commanded as we burst through the hospital doors, the backs of them nearly smashing through the other wall.
The receptionist, Cathy, I believe, was startled. The papers that she was writing on went everywhere, and her glasses fell to the very tip of her nose. A light scarlet color came to her face as she collected herself, pushing the glasses back up to the bridge of her nose, and shoving the papers back into a nice, neat pile.
I groaned in frustration at her thoughts.
If I had known that Carlisle's son was coming here, I wouldn't have acted so startled! He's gorgeous! Almost like a Greek god!
I attempted to block out her thoughts as Carlisle came bustling back around the corner, struggling to get his medical coat on.
"Let's go." He said, almost out of breath, "Bella's in room 46, down hallway two, Edward, if you want to take a head start." Carlisle nodded.
I felt sorry for him, his thoughts were jumbled, confused, and a terrible mess.
I hope Bella's all right. Edward seemed very upset, but he always is when it comes to Bella even getting a mere paper cut at that. I hope that the other doctors actually came in and gave her a little medical…oh god.
Carlisle's thoughts and stepping abruptly stopped, and so did I.
"Edward. Don't look." I could feel Esme's soft touch on my arm, her gasp forcing my eyes to dart through the glass window of her room.
She lay there, her eyes completely closed, her body limp, on the medical bed. Her brown hair laid down her back and over the side, as well as her arm. She looked deathly pale, even paler then she normally was. That beautiful porcelain skin she wore was now like a fresh blanket of snow. Her leg was sticking out from under the cover of the blanket that seemed carelessly thrown over her, and it was caked with dried blood. The scent surrounded my nostrils as well as the scent of dog, and I felt that I couldn't move.
But then adrenaline kicked into me, and I shoved through the door, startling the three werewolves that stood in the back corner of the room, all huddled up together. The only one that didn't stand in the corner, next to Quil, Embry, and Jacob was Seth, who stood in a casual posture in the other corner of the room.
"Bella." I breathed, my voice startling me. I bent down next to her bed, taking her hand in mine. It seemed slightly warmer then it normally did, but she didn't have a fever. I let out a small sigh of relief, and then reached for the blanket that was draped over her.
"You don't want to do that." Alice's soft voice interrupted me, stopping me in my tracks. I turned and stared at her, no expression on my face. Her normal, perky voice was gone, and I continued to stare, my hand was still on the sheet, ready to rip it off. She nodded her head at me. "You don't."
I turned back around and stared at Bella's limp body. It was as if she was dead.
"I have to." I whispered, hoping that Alice heard me as I removed the cover from her. Someone had changed her clothes, dressing her in a white hospital gown. It was only then that I realized that my black sweatpants and blue button down shirt were strewn over the chair. Little spots of blood were on the shirt, and it was hard to tell if there was any blood on the pants, for they were black.
Her legs seemed as if someone had tried to rip them off…with their teeth. I growled as images of Jacob, Quil, and Embry dragging Bella on the ground, her voice screaming out in pain flashed through my head. One of her legs was definitely broken, just by the way that it was just laying there, completely motionless, and turned in a peculiar position.
Bella whimpered out in pain, and it was only then that I realized that I was gripping her hand way too hard for her own comfort.
"Sorry, love." I muttered, stroking her knuckles with my thumb. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I ran over a gap in her hand. Was it broken again?
"She broke her hand, again." Jacob said, finally speaking. I turned and glared at my enemy.
"How?" I asked, but I didn't want to know.
Images of Jacob carelessly dropping her on the bed flashed through my head.
"You didn't even do it gently! Edward would have set me down gently! You just don't care, Jacob Black! I hope that when Edward gets here, he'll break. Your. Neck." Bella gritted her teeth together, and Jacob laughed.
"How could you laugh at that?" Bella asked, and then she punched him in the face.
I had to resist the urge to smile; Bella had wanted me to break his neck for her.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Jake said, bowing his head as if he was sorry. He snapped his head back up and glared at me, "Besides, it's none of your business, leech."
"Very descriptive memory you have there, Jacob." I said, completely ignoring his statements. I gave him a smile as I watched his face go murderous.
"Calm down, Jacob." Seth commanded, and I turned and nodded my head curtly at him. He smiled back. "Sorry you have to see her like this, Edward."
Seth was always the nice one. "I've seen her worse." I lied. Even after James attacked her, she didn't look this bad. I shuddered at the thought, and closed my eyes.
"Move, move, move. Everyone must leave." Carlisle's voice came strong and loud through the door, and I opened my eyes. He was followed by another doctor, of whom I didn't know the name of, and they were towing a large medical table full of knives, scissors, thread, needle, gauze, and antibiotics. My stomach lurched as I stared at Bella.
"Edward, you will want to be gone for this. It won't be pretty." Carlisle thought, not even looking up at me.
"This sucks. I don't want to be here! Why can't I just be at home watching the game? The Mariners are playing the Angels today, and I don't want to miss it!" I let out a low growl, low enough for vampires and werewolves to hear. Carlisle looked up at me, his eyes knitting in confusion as the other doctor continued to be checking Bella over. "If they're beating those damn Angels, I'm going to be pissed! I bet it's already the 5th inning by now! Damn! Well this girl does look pretty beat up," He picked up one of Bella's hands, the broken one, and let it drop. It landed with a ding against the metal of the bed, and she let out a strangled gasp in pain. My hands tightened into fists. "Whoops. Oh well. Maybe I'll be lucky and she'll die, and then I can go home and watch the game."
That was it, I growled, loudly, my hands clenching tighter and tighter into fists as I boar my topaz eyes into his. He turned and stared, his green eyes full of confusion.
"Edward, calm down." Emmett muttered into my ear, and it was only then that I realized that he was standing in back of me.
"Excuse me, sir." I spoke up, walking towards the doctor.
"Yes?" He asked. What does this chump want?
"I believe that she has a broken leg, a broken hand, and a couple of broken rib bones." I said, trying to keep my voice smooth and cool.
"And how do you know this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I was there." I stated, simply, and he raised that left eyebrow higher.
"And how come you're not beat up?"
"I wasn't in harms way, I was trying to protect her from the harm, but that didn't…"
"Okay, listen here," The doctor interrupted me, and Carlisle's eyes grew wide in fear. He knew that no one, not even Bella, was allowed to interrupt me. I felt completely and utterly useless to this impossible man. "I'll do the best I can, and I can decide what the girl's injuries are, got it, kid?"
"No." I snarled, my lip turning up in a fierce growl. I watched the doctor's face turn a pure white, maybe even whiter then Bella was right now, and I got close to him, preparing to strangle him. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Carlisle would be very upset, and he would lose his job, which meant leaving Forks, and leaving…Bella.
I shuddered as past memories came flowing back to me, but continued to keep a straight, angry face on.
"This woman right here is the strongest person I know. She is my life, and I love her."
"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked as I watched a bead of nervous sweat drip down his face. I stepped closer to him, and he took another step back, running into the IV.
"Which means, if she is not in utterly perfect condition by the time that I come back; then your life will cease to exist, got it?"
"Edward." Carlisle scolded, and then rest of the Cullens, including the werewolves, darted out of the room.
"So you're gonna shoot me or something?" He asked, letting out a strangled laugh. I found no humor in the subject at hand. Weighing out Bella's life, and Bella's death was not something any normal person, or vampire, should be laughing at.
"She is your life now." I said through gritted teeth before stealing a glance at her. She looked the same, perhaps a little bit paler then before, but I didn't want to take my chances. I didn't want to believe that.
Her engagement ring sparkled in the fluorescent, hospital lights, and images of our wedding flashed through my mind. I smiled a bit, but then put on my poker face, the one that always got Bella confused, and tore my eyes from her.
"She is your life now." I reminded him as I darted out of the hospital room, not wanting to take another glance back at her.
The Cullens had already left, according to Cathy, who still had dirty thoughts about me, and I nodded, turning around and staring at the empty seating of the waiting room. I took a seat and placed my head in my hands, running my cool hands through my reddish-brown hair.
How could this have happened to her? It's all my fault, if I hadn't been so selfish, if I hadn't taking control of the situation, if I had controlled Jacob better, she and I would probably be in my car, or laying on her bed, talking.
If I hadn't taken her advice and gone hunting, if I had put her in proper care, if I had just fought harder.
If I had just fought harder.
I was too weak, and I let Jacob slip through my fingers, like the hair that was slipping through mine as I squeezed my hair harder.
I hadn't fought hard enough, and Jacob had ended up winning. I was just so selfish! I had cared more about me then I had about Bella and her safety!
I groaned, agony ripping through my body, all the way from the top of my head to the very tips of my toes.
Heart wrenching images of Bella in that hospital room flashed through my head, and if I was human, if I had a beating heart, if blood actually flowed through my veins, tears would have rolled down my cheeks.