Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 7, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-07/)

Word Prompt: Quickly think of five words associated with a hospital. Write something around these words without referencing a hospital in any way.

Word Prompt: Celestial

Live Challenge: Write an open letter to someone you haven't spoken to or contacted in at least a year. Let them know you were simply thinking of them, hoping their life was well. Share it if you'd like, but definitely send it.

Creative Original or Derivative:Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): K

Genre: Hope/Angst

God I hated these places.

These buildings contained people in pain, anxious people, upset people, troubled people. The only cheerful people were the sickly pleasant workforce.

I hated these white-washed walls. Couldn't anyone come up with an atmosphere that was less dreary? The only colour on these walls was by the children's play area.

The only thing I was thankful for was that everything now-days was clean and sterile. Long ago, when I was unfortunate enough to end up dying in the grips of influenza, I was in a disgusting, dirty place. No one knew how many people were still alive, let alone how many people had been admitted. Many people didn't die from the influenza, but the infections and diseases the awful place contained within its walls.

Thank god I saved Bella from James' attack. Thanks god I got there in time. I don't want to dwell on what would have happened if my Bella was no longer on this earth.

Right now, my life was lying on a steel bed, smelling wrong and hooked up into countless machines. She also had a broken leg, four broken ribs, a cracked skull, a crescent shaped scar from James biting her, bruises and a lot of blood loss. I couldn't believe I had done this to her. Not much could compare to the pain she must be in.

It had just turned into her fourth day in the hospital. They were keeping her sedated so that she couldn't feel any pain, and it would allow her injuries to heal quicker. Carlisle was able to help out in the surgery, even though he wasn't a doctor here, so I knew she was getting the best medical care possible. Even with my two medical degrees, I didn't have a fraction of the experience Carlisle had.

I heard Bella's mother arrive downstairs in the waiting room, pausing for approval before continuing her way up here go her daughters ward. I organized some pillows on the sofa-bed and lay down, pretending to be asleep as she came in.

"Hey, Bella. I brought some flowers for you. Your favourites, daisies."

I peeked quickly, so that Renee couldn't see I was awake. She was carrying a glass vase full of assorted pink, yellow and orange Gerbera Daisies. I distinctly remembered Bella telling me – rather begrudgingly – that her favourite flowers were wildflowers, from our meadow. I wondered if Daisies were Bella's favourite flowers in Phoenix, or if it was a notion of Renee's.

Renee pulled up a chair and sat at the head-end of the hospital bed, "well, I might as well tell you the good news, Phil's been signed on for the Suns!"

Renee was visibly bouncing, proud of her husband's epic achievement, "Isn't it great! We'll sort everything out later, when you've been released. Gosh! When you're awake. Well, if you can hear me, then now you know. That's all that's happened since last time I saw you, I think."

Renee rambled on about the hotel room we had got for her, how beautiful the furnishings were, and how gorgeous the food was.

"The lobby! The woodwork that went into that place was amazing. Must have cost a fortune. Ooh! The men down there. You'd like them," I stifled a growl, "they're very nice and down-to-earth, and have a good respectable job, and I must admit they're cute! And, now honey, I know I have Phil, but gosh!" Renee's rambling was getting her worked up, she looked flushed and her heartbeat was rapidly increasing. I had a feeling this woman would rival a human Alice.

She leaned in closer to Bella, and in a calmer tone continued on, "I know what you're going to say, "Edward's all I want". I could hear it in your voice before all this mess happened. You're going to have to tell me all about him. He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ..."

She trailed off, lost in her thoughts as she imagined her magazine pile back in Florida. An image of Carlisle and Alice also came up in her head. Such an amazing family, she thought, they all look like the most incredibly-perfect people. Some folk have all the luck. Good looks, money...

I very nearly snorted, a rare involuntary response of mine. Renee didn't know a bit about the nightmare our family actually was.

That's when I heard the most celestial sound in the world.

"Edward," a small, soft voice croaked.

Bella.

celestial = heavenly, divine, godly

I don't know if a doctor from another hospital, let alone another state, could work in another hospital for one surgery like Carlisle did for Bella. Let's just assume so .

Could you please review and tell me your thoughts on these random ramblings? Please :)