Chapter Eleven

Yes, this is short but you have to remember that I'm writing this from memory. But I'm getting back into the swing of things and I managed to write all of what I previously had from memory whilst I was on holiday and then some. I just have to type it up, yay.

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight, I am not Stephanie Meyer. But Alessandria, Lance, Sylvester and all others unrecognisable are mine so HANDS OFF!

Rosalie POV

Hospital waiting rooms should be more for waiting in my opinion. As a vampire, the stiffness of the ugly, orange, plastic chairs didn't particularly bother me. But they would bother humans who were waiting for longer than two minutes, which was most people as the hospital didn't run on time. Esme was looking around morosely at the bland blue walls and shiny linoleum floor and I could see her working wonders with the gross decor. I had read through ever single magazine on the pale, cheap looking round table in the middle of the room. Emmett was seated next to me, clutching my hand and staring firmly at the opposite wall. Alice was in Sylvester's lap with her eyes going in and out of focus as she desperately tried to see Sandy's future but it was undetermined. Bella was trying to calm Edward down as he listened to the thoughts of the rest of us and probably other people in the hospital and Jacob was trying to soothe Nessie who hadn't dealt with the traumatic scene well. She was, after all, technically only ten years old. I hadn't dealt with it well either. If it hadn't been for Jasper's gift, I would have torn the car apart to get my best friend out of that car. Jasper himself was pacing steadily and had been since he'd been told he wasn't allowed to accompany Sandy into surgery, two hours previously. His blonde hair was tangled from where he would run his fingers through it, without fail, every thirty seven seconds. The worry from the rest of us probably wasn't helping. Carlisle chose that moment to walk in and every single one of us that weren't standing shot to our feet. He had insisted on taking Sandy's case and the hospital hadn't argued as she clearly needed the best care possible. His expression was grave and Edward's face immediately morphed to match it. Jasper looked pained and anxious at the same time which made my head hurt from panic.

"The bones on the right side of Sandy's body, the side of impact, are mostly broken. Thankfully, her spine remains unharmed. Her right hip has an intertrochanteric fracture and her right knee is dislocated, both of which will need physical therapy. Some fragments from her broken ribs punctured her right lung but we righted the situation and there was some minor internal bleeding but she was stabilised. Her right wrist is sprained and she'll be badly bruised but she'll live," Carlisle informed us with a small smile. I was immensely relieved and I thought Jasper was going to fall into the nearest chair from happiness.

"She'll be ok!" I cried and leapt into Emmett's arms. He spun me around happily and the others breathed (although it was only necessary for Jake and Nessie to do so).

"Is she awake?" Jasper asked rapidly as Emmett set me down. Carlisle shook his head.

"She'll be unconscious for a while. And it's important that we don't overwhelm her. Remember, she was angry with us before she left," Carlisle pointed out and I sighed in aggravation. He was right.

"So you had a fight with Miss Mitchell?" a voice asked and we all turned around. A young police officer who looked around twelve years old (he obviously wasn't) with messy ginger hair, blue eyes and an expression that showed he was extremely proud of himself.

"Officer, what is this regarding?" Esme asked kindly. The poor boy probably didn't even realise that he was being slightly patronised.

"I've been asked to determine the reason for the collision. If Miss Mitchell was angry or upset, it's quite possible that she wasn't in her right mind and got hit through her own actions," he said and I barely restrained a growl. He clearly believed what he was saying was sane. But we couldn't exactly say 'our sister had a vision of a truck hitting our friend because it ran a red light, it's not her fault'. He would think we were crazy. Jasper was fuming.

"It wasn't her fault," said a feminine voice. We all turned once again to see a woman with frizzy brown hair, large black rimmed glasses and rumpled clothes staring defiantly and a little mockingly at the police officer. She had three other people with her – two males and another woman.

"Can you tell me what you mean by that?" the policeman asked and I rolled my eyes. He had the intelligence of a stick. And he was investigating Sandy's near death accident? Wonderful.

"I was in the car behind her. The light was green when she pulled out, she even waited slightly before moving. The direction the truck came from had a red light," the woman answered. The officer frowned.

"So she waited? The truck could have thought that there was no one coming and believed it safe to go." Jasper was being restrained by Edward and Jacob.

"A red light is a red light! He ran it; therefore he is in the wrong. Sandy is one of the safest drivers you will ever know of, never going above the speed limit! If you don't believe that, go back to your precinct and get your supervisors down her to talk to us because I refuse to listen to the weak musings of a pathetic, entry level officer with no compassion or knowledge about the subject he is speaking of and refuses to take witness accounts! See here, young man. You will leave Alessandria Mitchell alone before I call someone that will make you wish you'd never been born! Do you understand me?" Esme screeched. Everyone gaped at her rather openly. Esme never yelled at anyone, ever. The policeman looked petrified. "I said: do you understand me?" she demanded, poking his chest with her finger and using her best angry mother tone. He nodded weakly, blushed then scarpered out of the room, apologising frequently. Esme nodded firmly and everyone grinned.

"I don't think you need to call anyone Mrs Cullen. I think he's regretting his birth already," Lace said as he entered the waiting room with a large bunch of flowers and a Marc Jacobs box.

"Thank you," Esme replied and sat down, returning to the picture of calm.

"How is she?" Lance asked as he sat down next to my mother for all intents and purposes. Esme first insisted on introductions before continuing on to explaining Sandy's alive yet painful condition. Lance looked slightly sick at the end of the conversation yet relieved. His eyes drifted to Jasper who was pacing once again nearby and he grimaced in sympathy before looking at Carlisle. "Can I see her?" he asked anxiously and Carlisle nodded instantly, surprising me slightly.

"She may be able to hear her, so you might want to try talking to her . . . tell her about something she'll want to hear . . ." we all heard Carlisle say calmly as he led Lance to Sandy's unrevealed room. Silence ensued.

"Grandma Esme, never do that again. I almost ran away crying too," Nessie said softly and we all laughed, successfully breaking the suffocating tension. Jacob wrapped an arm securely around her shoulders, looking down at her with pure, unconcealed affection in his eyes. Despite the fact that he smelled like a wet dog and his mere presence had a knack for annoying me, he wasn't so bad. Ten years with someone is enough to change an opinion, which had happened between me and Jacob, although minimally. Jasper sat down finally and stared hard at the floor like it had personally offended him. The only person it had offended was Esme, who had once again taken to looking around analytically. I was certain she'd be appealing to the hospital for a makeover. I sighed unnecessarily, realising that it was going to be a long night.

There you have it. I will update . . . um, tomorrow then I'll be running on a two day schedule. Review please so I know that my idiocy hasn't lost me my readers! Love Bianca :) x