Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight character, they all belong to Meyer; Lucky Ducky.

Author's Note: Yes, I abandoned you guys for a week, I feel horrible. I've had a lot going on and I haven't been able to write. I am really trying to get this chapter written and this story out of my head because trust me, it is starting to frustrate me having all of these ideas being in my head. I think my head is going to explode. But, just like me, you guys are going to have to patient because this is a slow progressing story. I do mean slow, very slow. But, hopefully I am totally going to abandon the stupid Monday and Friday thing and write whenever I can and same thing when I can update. Now, after very long A/N, chapter time, k? I hope guys enjoy it!

Chapter Three

"So, are you going to tell me why you acted like that to John last night?" My mom asked me as we stood next to each other, cleaning and drying the dishes from a very quiet and awkward dinner the previous night.

"All I said was I didn't remember him, mom." I mumbled placing the glass plate into the black plastic drying rack.

"Yes, in a very rude way." She reached into the sink, unplugging its dirty water before placing a hand on her hip, turning slightly towards me. "All he was doing was seeing if we liked the house, Aanjay, I didn't know that was a crime now." She defended him before placing a dish towel over shoulder she had been previously using, and turning away from me.

I grabbed onto a glass cup in the sink tightly and turned on the faucet, shutting my eyes so I wouldn't start screaming at her. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I never acted like this before. Sure, Mom and I had our share of fights but I never wanted to intentionally scream at her or hurt her feelings. I just felt like she was acting like Dad had been dead for almost two years instead of almost two weeks.

Before I knew it I felt a sharp pain rush through my hand as the noise of glass breaking came to my ears. "Holy shit!" I yelled grabbing my hand, releasing whatever glass that would let go.

"Aanjay!" My mother yelled at me in both fury and worry.

"You didn't hear that." I mumbled, chuckling.

"Yes, I did!" She yelled. "As plain as day I did." She grabbed the dish towel off of her shoulder and wrapped it around my hand securely. "I'm going to take you to the clinic by John's house I suppose, better then going all the way back into town." She mumbled arguing with herself, which she did a lot.

She grabbed my good hand and dragged me out of the house, keeping an eye on me as I made my way around the car. I sat down in the seat, resting my head on the glass, my body turned slightly toward the door, my usual sitting stance in cars. The car was rumbling before my butt even touched the seat, and we were already driving before the seatbelt was securely clasped inside the other end.

The drive out to the clinic on La Push was very tense and seemed like it was taking forever, but in reality it had only taken ten minutes. I looked over at my mom who was already getting out of the car before I reachied and over recklessly yanked my seatbelt off forgetting about my wounded hand for a moment. I groaned and bit down on my lip, tasting a mixture of things that I couldn't describe, but I knew it made my stomach turn.

I opened the door, pushing against it with my shoulder. I stood up, cradling my throbbing hand against my stomach. Mom was right by my side, holding my shoulder, making sure she didn't touch my hand as she helped me into the clinic.

"Why don't you go sit down over there, I'm going to run over and get John."

"What, you can't get your own daughter looked at by a doctor without Mr. Wilderness?" I couldn't help myself, my filter stopped working sometime between Minnesota and Montana.

"Please, don't start right now, Aanjay." She whispered before turning around and leaving me in a room full of people that I didn't know, in a town full of people that didn't even know I existed.

I winced as a piece of glass danced in my palm. I wonder how she would feel if I bled to death in this little salmon colored waiting room. Yes, it was something mean to think, but I couldn't help but feel it. She left me here to go get big, tall, tree-man who she hasn't seen since I was a kid.

I hated being melodramatic, I needed to stop.

"There she is." Mom's voice assaulted my ears like a hawk's cry. I snapped my eyes open. Did she really think I had passed out? "Oh my god, Aanjay, don't do that again!" She scolded as her and Tree-Man came over to me.

"Yes, Mom, I shall never rest my eyes ever again; bad me, bad!" I slapped my thigh twice with my good hand earning a glare from her and a chuckle from a John. Great, I was amusing Tree-Man, what I dreamed about last night. Not.

John took my hand in between, unwrapping the dish towel and shaking his head. "You did a good number." He chuckled again. I raised an eyebrow at Mom and she shook her head. "Well, I can get Doc to see you right away so you don't have to wait to bleed to death." Damn, no scaring Mom anymore!

"Thanks, John." I fought the hardest I ever fought not to call him Tree-Man.

He helped me up from the chair, his hand wrapped protectively around my upper arm and his arm placed lower back, guiding me to where we were meant to go. The more time I spent with him, the more I didn't like him. I could tell Mom knew, but she didn't say anything as she entered the even smaller room behind us.

"He'll be in here in a second." Tree-Man smiled at the both of us pushing me slightly back on the bed, not leaving the room. I stared at him, hopefully making him uncomfortable. My hopes came crashing down when he smiled over at me. I rolled my eyes turning away my attention from him. The door opened a few minutes later, earning everyone's attention, and in came a doctor. He was an older man with a dark tan a bald spot on the back of his head. He wore glasses that he wore on the end of his nose instead at the bridge where his dark brown eyes could always look through them. He confused me for some odd reason, and I had only known him for a second. "Doc, how are you?" Tree-Man asked.

"I'm good," he answered Johne's question, "better then you are." His attention was diverted to me then. I shrugged, cracking a smile.

"Yeah, I broke a glass." I admitted sheepishly, my whole face turning a light crimson.

"Well, we all do things, don't we?" He laughed a deep laugh.

"Yeah," I agreed looking at Mom giving her a double meaning and hoping she caught it. She smiled at me; I hope that meant she understood.

"Let's start with the basics, your name?" He asked sitting down in a swiveling chair.

"Aanjay Anne Ravin," I hated this part.

"Birth date,"

"November 16, 1992,"

"That would make you 16, correct?"

"Yes."

"I think that should be enough basics, Mom can fill this out while we are dealing with." He handed Mom a pen and paper. "You know what you're allergic, too?"

"Yeah, nothing yet," I laughed.

"You've got it easy." The doctor escorted them out of the room and started to get supplies around; it wasn't until I saw the needle that I started to get queasy.

"So, um, I'm getting stitches?" My voice was shaky.

"It looks so, but I'm not positive yet." His voice was smoothing as he sat back down in his chair, facing me.

He unwrapped my hand and delicately started to pluck the shards of glass out of my hand. I was going to be here a while. I sighed with a whine as my hand got rawer causing the pain to reach an all new high. I looked down at my hand that was clutching the bed beneath me; it was white from as hard as I was holding on. I felt as if I was going to pass out from the pain.

And no, I was not being melodramatic.

End Note: So that was that! I have decided that Twilight characters will show up in the next chapter so all anxiety can be put to an end! But, yeah, I pretty much said everything in the A/N so if you didn't read it, go read it, and then review, please? Because I think after my absense, reviews will make me feel a little better abou this story.
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