Chapter 2
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A/N Currently doing a bit of a edit, apologies if you thought it was a chapter update!
Chapter 2
Beep. Beep. Beep.
God that noise is annoying.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Bella?"
That noise is much less annoying. Who is that? The voice sounds like honey.
"Bella?" The voice asks again, closer this time. "Can you hear me? Are you awake?"
I know that voice, I think to myself. I know I know it. If only I could open my eyes I know I could place it immediately.
"Dr. Cullen, she'll wake up when she's ready." Another voice says, it's deep and reassuring but not as comforting as the honey voiced man.
Dr Cullen? That doesn't sound familiar.
"I know Dr. Denali, I'm just anxious to make sure she's okay."
"She will be."
Now I'm really confused.
There's silence after the door closes and I almost jump out of my skin when I feel something soft tickle my hand. There's suddenly a warm weight resting on my side and I think it's my mystery man's head, whose name I've temporarily forgotten. And I can feel his hair. in my hand I vaguely remember it being an unusual colour. Somewhere between and red and a brown or maybe bronze? And I can definitely remember the complete state of disarray it was in when he saved me though.
When I come to again my eyes flutter open on their own accord. Thankfully the blinds are drawn so the room is cast in shadows, and as I look around I notice that it's white and sparsely decorated, definitely a hospital room. The weight on my side from early is still there and there's a glorious mess of bronze, coppery hair on top of it. I can feel it resting in my hand. It's so unbelievably soft and beautiful.
His name is on the tip of my tongue but I can't remember it and I really don't want to wake him up to find out. So Instead I lay back and run my fingers through the soft tresses, adding to the mess it already is. The continuous movement is lulling me back to sleep but before I fall into oblivion the man whose head is resting on my bed suddenly groans and he runs a large hand through his bronze locks.
"You're awake!" He exclaims, suddenly sitting up when he realises my eyes are open. "How do you feel, Bella?"
I take a moment to think about how I'm feeling. I'm no longer freezing cold which is a bonus but I feel achy all over.
"Bella?" He prompts.
Oh right, I haven't responded to his question. Clearing my throat I respond, "better than earlier. You brought me here?"
"Yes, you were in a bad way. Someone was attacking you in that alley. I got you away from him and brought you here."
Tears cloud my vision as I'm suddenly transported back to my pitiful little box in that cold dirty alley. I'm so embarrassed he saw me that way. This beautiful, sweet man. It's like I've tainted him with my inner and outer grime. Tears start to fall down my face and I reach out to roughly swipe them away. I hiss when I make contact with my left eye. I'd forgotten it was still swollen.
"Careful." The man's hand reaches out and draws mine away from my face, gently cradling both of mine in his. They're warm and safe and so unbelievably soft. "How did you get that bruise, Bella?"
The memories are too painful to speak and the tears increase ten fold dribbling down my cheeks. Leaving hot trails in their wake.
"Shh. I didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart. Please don't cry."
Sobs continue to wrack my body and I lean into his embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around his firm chest. I don't know how long we sit together but it must be a while because my body starts to stiffen up and eventually I manage to get control over my crying.
"Edward." I say softly, remembering his name as soon as I look into his beautiful green eyes. Up until this point I haven't had a chance to really look at them. At him. They're so incredibly expressive and I can see myself losing all concept of time by staring into them. "Thank you."
He doesn't say anything in response, just holds me tighter.
"I'll tell you my story, just hold me for a few more minutes?"
"Whatever you need, Bella." He tells me softly, kissing my temple and drawing me further into his lap. He readjusts us so that we're sitting on the bed properly and I allow myself to settle fully on him. I exhale a long breath, releasing weeks of tension and stress in a single blow. There's something about this man that just makes everything better. If I'm not careful I'm going to find myself addicted to him and the way he makes everything seem okay.
And I'm not sure anymore if that's such a bad thing.
