IX
I awoke to an angel, but it was there was a sound of anguished weeping?
"Angel's are to…angelic to weep," I said with a furrowed brow, in my half dazed sleepiness. Why did I die? I wonder if my IV fell out, I thought brushing my wrist, but the gauze was still there.
"Why did I die angel? What happened? I mean I was all set to…" I trailed off, opening my eyes fully to the hospital room and the light shinning in. The noise was still there, but I knew it wasn't an angel; it was a Greek god Adonis.
"Edward!" I screamed shocked beyond belief.
"My love please I can explain, angel please forgiv-" he started but I growled the most ferocious growl I could conjure.
"Forgive you. Is that what you were going to ask, if I could forgive you for ruining my life not once, but TWICE! I am not forgiving you, the first one I might have let pass in my stupidity and head over-heels-in-love-ness, but this one is unforgivable. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I've felt that shame Edward, I almost DIED! Where were you then 'my savior'," I said, showing him Izzy for the first time.
"Bella, please I can make this right if you give me a chance," he said with a lopsided smile, that used to make me melt.
"You aren't the one, so don't waste my time with this groveling, it is very unbecoming of you," I said with my best smirk, but it was faltering. He didn't notice my weakness, even if it didn't last very long, all he noticed was my blatant disregard for anything involving him. He made the move to leave and as a underhand statement, "Dirty dogs don't belong to me anyway," he said, but the emotion was missing, there was no fever, no rage in his words, emotionless, cold and strong, like stone. I didn't mind the comment, it was true, no dirty dogs belonged to him. I of course was neither dirty no a dog, I was a wolf a brave and very powerful, part of the La Push pack and I was going to get better. I was going to get my running done and my fighting, I was going to be with my Pack, my family, my brothers and sisters. I was the Pale Wolf and proud of it.
"Doctor," I called to Carlisle, he walked into the room, looking a little forlorn, "I am ready for rehab now."
With those simple words they carted me off to the center inside of the hospital and I met every one of my doctors and physical therapists. I knew this was what I needed to do and they told me I would make a full recovery in 6-8 weeks. I was so excited to join my Pack I smiled big and bright.