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I just like messing with Stephenie Meyer's characters in my own plots!

Waking Up & Listening In

Alice slowly began to pull herself out of a black fog. She could tell some time had passed since she was last aware of the world. She was no longer in two strong arms and against that thumping chest. There were two heart monitors beeping in synchronized rhythm. The drip on an IV sounded just a smidge off from the heart beats. Her mother was sniffling in a chair to Alice's right.

The door to the room opened and closed. Three sets of feet entered the room. One set was Rosalie's high heels. Alice knew the sound of her cousin's heels almost as much as she knew the sound of her own feet. The other set was large and shuffling along the floor like they were exhausted to the point of falling off. She knew that Rosalie's husband, Emmett, was in the room. The third set's owner spoke before Alice could discern who it was.

"Esme, you need to stop worrying over her. You have no idea how much all of your over-worrying effects her stress and recovery." Dr. Gerandy said trying to snap Alice's mother out of the pity party she was throwing herself.

"Are you sure she is fine?" Alice heard her mom ask, pleading for the doctor to be right.

The doctor answered, "Her vitals are fine. This has nothing to do with her kidney. My guess is not eating this morning with hearing the extent of her father's injuries sent her inside her head for a little while and will be back soon." Then, I felt him pat my leg. "Esme, do you really think it is a good idea having them waking up in the same room?"

Emmett, Rosalie, and my mom chuckled lightly. "Don't you remember that he was in her hospital rooms more than I was? He even kicked me out a few times, so they could have their time together. She is a daddy's girl and has been since day one. He is completely wrapped around her little finger. They wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

"If you are sure," he said skeptically.

I heard several sets of feet moving around and the door open. I felt Rosalie grab my hand and one of her tears hit it.

"She is going to be fine." My mom said softly, probably more for herself than Rosalie.

"I heard what Dr. Gerandy said. It is just scary seeing her in a hospital bed again." Rosalie said sniffling.

"Rosalie, let's go home. We both have been up for far too long." Alice heard Emmett say. "We will come back after we take a nap, when they are awake."

"Can you bring me back a coffee when you come?" She heard her mom ask after yawning loudly.

"Do you want it iced or hot, Aunt Esme?" Rosalie asked, probably remembering how picky she was about her own drinks.

"Surprise me." Esme answered not really caring either way, just grateful that caffeine would be coming her way soon. "Emmett, can you tell me who those two guys are? I mean, the two firefighters staring directly at my daughter?"

"They are a couple of the Forks' firefighters, Edward Masen and Jasper Whitlock. Edward, the reddish haired one, is probably worried that he didn't get Carlisle out fast enough. He probably can't bring himself to look at him. Jasper, the blonde, is probably trying to analyze everything in his mind and has no idea what he is looking at. He went to the fire site for an hour or so and just got back. Carlisle likes him better than the other investigators, even his own. Jasper is waiting for Carlisle to wake up to discuss the fire and what he saw."

"Oh, okay. Please beg of them not to make fun of me if I drool in my sleep on your way out." Alice's mom said in a casual way before climbing up into the bed with her daughter.

Alice laid there curled up in the uncomfortable hospital bed with her mom for what seemed like hours in silence, but it was probably actually only a few minutes. The beeps and the swooshing sounds came more into focus again. Her mother's even breathing of sleep added nicely to the rhythm in the room. When the door opened again, her eyes flew open and zeroed in on it.

"I thought you were awake. I am sure you heard what the doctor said." Jasper said quietly, making her melt with his smooth, southern accent. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mu…" She started, but had to stop and clear her throat. "I feel much better. Thank you, by the way."

Jasper stepped all the way into the room, shutting the door behind him. He looked at the prone woman quizzically before handing her a glass of cool water with a straw. "What exactly are you thanking me for, Ms. Cullen?"

"I know it was you that caught me when I fainted. I heard your voice whispering in my ear before I was completely out." She explained.

A third voice joined our conversation. "Whitlock, were you hitting on my baby girl, my only child while I was in surgery?"

"Daddy!" Alice gasped as she shot up out of the bed waking her mother by accidently throwing her on the floor. She fumbled her steps before Jasper lent her his arm to help her get to her father.

"You know me, the southern gentleman." Jasper said smirking. "I did sweep her off her feet."

Author's Note~

Yeah! Alice and Jasper interact for the first time with Alice being conscience. I am not a fan of hospitals, so the next post will not be set there. Let me know what you think, like, love, or hate!

~KaliCali77