Woot! Early update, cause I love you guys! :3
Alright, so what I did was delete Chapter 22- turns out that's all I needed to do. So updates will be coming again with this, just not real fast.
And I know it's short, but if I didn't end it there, it would've dragged on.
Jasper POV
Awareness came back to me in flickers.
Lights, voices. Then silence. Then more lights and voices, then everything went dark again.
Slowly but surely, I began making my way back to the surface, back to the waking world. It was difficult, slow progress, but I made it.
My eyes opened.
And immediately closed against the light. Ow!
Oh, that hurt.
"Jasper? Carlisle, he opened his eyes."
"Jasper, can you hear me?" Carlisle's voice came. "Are you with me this time?"
I managed a nod.
"Jasper, can you say something?"
I tried. But I couldn't remember how. Shit.
"He can't remember how, Carlisle. He can understand you, he just can't talk yet." Thank God for Edward, right?
Unfortunately, now that I was awake, other pains were making themselves known. Sharp, stabbing pains that tore and ate at me.
And with the pains, memory came back as well.
The ghost. The cold, misty hand.
I forced my eyes open again- if nothing else, I had to make sure it wasn't there. To my relief, it wasn't. Other faces swam in and out of my vision. Carlisle, Edward, Alice, Peter…
Black spots stabbed at my eyes. I made them stay open, though, ignoring the pain. I was good at that.
But it really did hurt…
Just the same.
Alice POV
I wrapped a supporting arm around Jasper's shoulders, helping him sit up so he could drink his blood and his medicine.
He exhaled slowly, staring at the cup. I patted his back comfortingly.
"It's alright, Jazz. You'll get there."
He still hadn't remembered how to talk. It pained him and frustrated him to no ends, despite the fact he hadn't really communicated with us in the first place when he could talk.
But never mind that.
Slowly, with shaking hands, he lifted the cup and drank it, nearly dropping it. But at least he managed it, I thought with relief. Lately he hadn't been really been able to.
"Alright, let's get you lying down again," I whispered, seeing his forehead crease and expression turn upset as he struggled to form words. "Don't get upset, honey, you'll be able to talk eventually." I laid him back down.
His expression was arranged in a scowl, and he didn't look at me this time.
"Let him be," Edward said, hanging out outside the room, no doubt looking for the demon-ghost thing again. "He wants to be left alone, Ali-cat."
Jasper turned his head away.
I sighed and stood up, patting his shoulder once. "Like I said, you'll get there, Jazz. I'll be back later."
I slipped out of the room, leaving him to himself.
Thoughts?
And again, feedback on A Shadowed Path would be nice.