Chapter 7: Eleven Months
~~~The hospital: Bella's point of view~~~
It had been five days since the accident and I still hadn't seen Edward. The doctors and my parents wouldn't allow me to get out of my bed and go see him. I had asked a nurse and she said he was in the ICU. That meant he was all the way on the other side of the hospital and there was no way I'd be able to sneak out without getting caught.
I was at the end of my rope. I would see Edward today, now. I pressed the little call button on the remote by my bed. A few minutes later, a nurse came in.
"How are you feeling, hun?" She asked in a kind tone.
"Fine, I was just wondering if you could get my mother. I need to speak with her." My voice wasn't as raspy as it had been and the pills the doctor gave me for the pain was really working.
"Sure thing." She smiled and left the room. Renée appeared a little while later.
"What's the matter, honey?" She asked in a worried tone. She'd been a nervous wreck ever since I woke up. I knew it would do no use to tell her to calm down.
"Nothing." I tried to make my voice sound as strong and forceful as possible. "I want to see Edward, now." I demanded.
Renée gave me and apologetic look. "He's in pretty bad shape and I don't want you to see that."
I threw my head back on to the pillow. "I'm seventeen years old, Mother. I think I can choose if I want to see him or not. And I do." It came out a little sharper than I intended.
She thought over this for a moment, biting her lip all the while. That was a trait that had been passed onto me. She sighed, giving in. "Okay, let me go get a nurse." She left the room. I was smiling because I knew I'd get to see my Edward. But, the smile faded when I realized I didn't know how bad he'd been hurt.
The nurse and my mother helped me into a wheelchair. I was still in a little pain and winced every now and then. As my mother pushed me toward Edward's hospital room a bunch of different scenarios started playing in my head. What if his head is all bashed in? What if he's still bleeding? What if…. The list was endless.
My heart suffered a severe crack when I finally reached Edward's room. He was lying in his bed, flat on his back. There were lots of tubes and wires hooked up to him everywhere. I could see that his left leg and arm were in casts and there was a significant amount of stitches right below his hair line on the left of his face. I began to cry.
"M-Mom…" I mumbled. "Can I be alone with him for a minute?" Renée nodded and left the room. I rolled myself to his bed side and cautiously reached over and held his hand. My Edward, my baby, was lying here in terrible shape. I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry for getting angry. I wanted him to kiss me, to hold me. But, most of all, I wanted to tell him that I love him.
~~~An unconscious Edward's point of view~~~
I felt as if I were in some far away land. I could hear someone crying, but I didn't know the who or why of it. I was in sort of a dizzy state but it didn't make me nauseous like normal dizziness did. I tried to recall anything that had happened. I remembered them life lighting me to the hospital and then there's a big blank.
I kept swimming in the unconsciousness, or what I thought was unconsciousness. Maybe I was wrong. I was confused. All I saw was white mixed with varying shades of blue and green. I didn't know where these colors came from; I just knew they were foreign. They made me tired and I slipped back into a deep slumber.
~~~Bella's point of view~~~
I sat there for what seemed like years. I didn't dare look up at the clock because that would mean taking my eyes away from my Edward.
"You're supposed to be the strong one. I can't do anything without you." I kissed the back of his hand lightly. "I love you," I whispered against his skin. The tears rolled down my cheeks and onto his pale skin. At the moment, he wasn't the fun loving boyfriend I had fallen in love with. Instead, he was a fragile, pale guy lying in a bed fighting for his life, and damned if I would ever let him lose.
I slowly drifted off to sleep at Edward's bedside. When I woke, I was back in my bed. Carlisle was at the foot of my bed looking at a chart. He was a doctor at the local hospital in Forks, Washington. Since he wasn't allowed to be Edward's doctor, he became mine instead.
"Good morning, Bella." He had a worried tone in his voice. "How are you feeling today?" He forced a smile and looked up at me.
"Ok. How's Edward doing?" I asked anxiously.
"Well…he woke up last night after you fell asleep." He seemed happy and bothered by this.
I for one was ecstatic. "What? He's awake?" I smiled the biggest smile I had ever produced. "Can I see him? How is he? How long will he be in the hospital?" The questions started pouring out of my mouth like word vomit. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. Everything else was pushed to the back of my mind. All I wanted to see was Edward and his gorgeous green eyes.
"Bella, there's something you should know before you go see him." Carlisle looked down at his hands and took a deep breath. "He has memory loss."
I bit my lip. Did I want to know how much he had forgotten? I had to ask. "What can he remember?" I tried to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. My pulse was racing.
"He said the last thing he remembers is walking into Mr. Banner's classroom…eleven months ago." Carlisle's voice broke.
Yes, it's another cliffy, I know. There's a surprise when it comes to what, or who, Edward remembers from eleven months ago. Please review!!
~Kelli(jellyjo2014)~
