Emily's P.O.V.
Beep…beep…beep…
My face scrunched up when I heard the noise. What was that? A heart rate monitor? But I didn't… Oh, wait. The gates opened and flashed memories of what had happened flooded back into my consciousness. Jasper. Forest. Rosalie. Blood.
My legs, both in casts, were propped up on pillows at the foot of the bed, and there was gauze taped to the left side of my face. Various wires and tubes were attached to my chest and arms, pumping me full of liquids. The weight of my body limited me as I attempted to rise from the bed on which I was laying.
"Don't try to move," said a voice, "Your body is very weak."
I strained my neck to view Carlisle in the corner looking at a folder of papers. Even in my delirious and human state, I saw that Carlisle was as dashing as ever. After my weak eyes adjusted to the lights in the room and the sunlight streaming in through the window, I could see that I had been resting in the in-home hospital room of the Cullen household.
"You've been unconscious for 4 days," said Carlisle, answering my unspoken question. He walked to my bedside with a small smile on his face. "We didn't know when you were going to wake up, little one. Your flesh wounds are on their way to healing, but I'm afraid you're going to be in a wheelchair with two broken legs for about two months. Try not to speak because your vocal chords are probably very sore."
"Oh," I whispered. Even the one small word was difficult to voice. My body felt heavy, sore with Rosalie's torment, "Carlisle?" I whispered.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Where is Jasper?" Carlisle could see the worry written on my face.
"He's fine, Emily. He's adjusting," he assured. He moved his way towards the counter in the corner, placed the file on top of others, and proceeded to the doorway.
"What do you mean…adjusting?" I inquired. I had no idea what Carlisle was talking about. If Jasper's physical and mental being is all right, what else is there?
"He's downstairs, readjusting to…humanity. It's quite frustrating, yet has been somewhat of a relief for him. For now, he has a break from the bloodlust."
"Oh," I had forgotten that as long as I am human, Jasper remains so as well.
My eyes wander about the room and settle on the window leading to the forest beyond. It was dark, surely no earlier than midnight.
"It's very late, Emily. Nearly two in the morning. You need to rest so you can recover," Carlisle advised.
"Hm..," I mumbled as I let sleep consume me. My aching body just wanted a break.
Oh my gosh! Guys, it's been too long. My New Year's resolution is to get back into writing after almost a year with absolutely no progress on almost all of my stories. So here's another chapter!
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