"Aurora" - Björk

I tumbled down / On my knees / Fill the mouth / With Snow / The way it melts / I wish to melt into you


The ambulance technician people wouldn't listen to my pleas for them to pull over. "I'm fine!" I whined. "I was outside the whole time!" Nevertheless, they just kept taking me to the hospital, and ultimately to Paul. I thrashed on the gurney, eventually having to be held down by the guy in the back with me. Mr. Deans was there, asking me questions over and over about what it was like inside the school when it was on fire.

"I wasn't in the fire you asshole!" I yelled.

Mr. Deans ignored my frustration. "Just try to stay calm until we get to the hospital."

"I don't wanna go! I have the right to deny treatment!"

"How old are you?" the technician asked.

"Seventeen?" I answered, unsure as to why he was asking me this.

"Then it's your parents who deny the treatment for you." With that he continued to hold me down and take me to my death at La Push General Hospital. The entire drive only took ten minutes, but the time seemed to stretch out into forever as my anticipation grew. I felt the ambulance lurch to a stop outside the emergency room entrance of the hospital.

The back door to the ambulance swung open and the technician with me began to push the gurney out of the back. A doctor was outside of the truck, grabbing the other end of the gurney, extending its wheels so that they could roll me inside. Fuck that!

As soon as the entire gurney was outside and being rolled to the entrance of the prison, I sat upright and swung my legs over the side. I pushed off the gurney, landing wrong on the ground. My left foot hit the edge of the curb, and since my other leg was still in the air, it absorbed all the impact. It curved over the curb, creating a sickening popping noise as I fell onto the street. The doctor watched in awe and the technician just sighed, obviously fed up with my antics.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed out, grabbing at my throbbing ankle. It was already starting to swell and turning a little red.

The doctor reached down and picked me up to put me back on the gurney. I was actually shocked at the strength of this dude. I always figured doctors were the nerds in high school, having no athletic abilities at all.

"Tell me what happened," the doctor told the technician as I was wheeled inside and down a white hallway.

"She was trapped in a school fire, possible concussion as she keeps babbling nonsense."

"It's not nonsense you asshole!" I shrieked. I tried to tell him that I wasn't in the fire, that I didn't need to go to hospital. And what happens? I do something to my ankle, thus making it necessary for me to go to the hospital! What a cruel irony!

I was wheeled into a room where I was all by myself. Two more nurses joined the doctor as the technician left. Mr. Deans said he was going to go back to school as he was done escorting me to the hospital. The doctor shoved an oxygen mask on my face, covering up my mouth and nose.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

"It's to counter the smoke you inhaled," the doctor said as he started to take off my flip-flips.

I yanked my legs closer to my body, immediately regretting it as shards of pain stabbed my ankle, making me whimper. "What are you doing?"

"We have to inspect you to make sure you're not hurt anywhere." The doctor pulled my legs, making them straighten out.

"I'm fine!" I yelled, wanting to avoid having him see me naked at all costs. I'll admit it: I'm self conscious when I'm naked, especially in front of other people. By now, my flip-flops were on the floor and the doctor reached for my basket ball shorts to pull them down.

"Doctor!" one of the nurses shrieked. "Her ankle!"

The doctor stopped and we both looked in tandem at my left ankle, seeing it was a deep purple, looking rather nasty. It was swollen a little bit, but it wasn't like gigantic or anything.

"Get her to the x-ray room," the doctor said as the nurses grabbed the gurney and rolled me into a another room with a large machine that had some sort of plate thing attached to it that was parallel to the floor. They put my ankle under said plate and covered the rest of my body with a heavy plastic blanket thing before leaving the room.

"Don't just leave me here!" I whined.

The machine started to hum and then it went quiet. What the hell? The nurses rushed back into the room and rolled me back into the previous room where the doctor was waiting, most likely wanting to get me naked.

The taller nurse handed the doctor a black plastic paper, which had a picture of some bones on it. The doctor studied it, looking it over carefully. "Yep," he finally said. "You've broken you're ankle. See?" He held the x-ray close to my face and pointed at a small crack on one of my bones. I couldn't believe such a little crack could cause me so much pain. By now my ankle was screaming with agony.

I reached up and snatched the doctor's shirt, pulling him closer to me. "Give me drugs!" I hissed through my teeth.

"S-sedate her," the doctor nervously ordered the nurses, a little scared of my threatening attitude. The shorter nurse took a needle and quickly slipped it into my arm.

The room got fuzzy until I closed my eyes and was out.

PPOV

I made it to the hospital and ran inside, ignoring the yells from other patients to slow down. They don't know that the love of my life may be dying right now! I shook that thought from my head. No! She's fine. She has to be.

I ran up to the receptionist's desk, slamming my hands on it as I came to an abrupt stop. The receptionist jumped and looked at me startled. My hair was all messy and wild from nervously running my hand through it repeatedly and I was still in those tiny clothes I stole from Danni's step-dad. I must've looked crazy, especially with the desperate teeth grinding I was doing and my hands shaking with apprehension.

"I need to know where Daniela Chapman is!" I roared impatiently.

The receptionist nodded, keeping an eye on me as she typed on her computer. After a few agonizing seconds, she said "The doctors are still working on her. You can go wait in the emergency room and they'll tell you when you can see her."

I didn't bother thanking her, instead I ran directly to the emergency room, just following the signs on the walls. When I reached there, I saw that there were only about five other people there, none of them looking injured, so they must be waiting for someone else. I walked over to the receptionist in this room and asked her to inform me when I could see my Danni. She just nodded before turning back to her paperwork.

I slumped into a chair near the back of the room, where everyone else had their backs turned to. I strained my ears, hoping to hear my Danni, but all that came was breathing and screams from other patients as they laid in pain. Were one of those screams from my Danni?

The knowledge that my imprint was somewhere in this hospital in pain, and that I couldn't do anything about it, rendered me helpless. My hands began to shake and I grinded my teeth some more, knowing my enamel would just grow back due to my wolf abilities.

What if Danni died?

That thought brought my soul down and I had to rest my face in my hands, not wanting the other people in here to see my internal struggle. If my Danni died, she'd be leaving still with her hatred of me being prominent in her core. I couldn't let that happen! Danni hates me, and she may die hating me… A lump grew in my throat and I fought to keep it from getting bigger and I squinted my eyes to stop their stinging.

I've been horrible to my imprint. Instead of showering her with love and praise like what the other guys did, I had to be all macho and dominant and try to put her beneath me, accidentally pushing her away. It's my fault Danni hates me, not Lauren's, not Brady's, not even that loser she was talking to at the bus stop. It's my fault.

But what can I do to show her I love her more than life itself and that I'll do anything to make her happy? I could tell her that I made up her community service hours so that I could get her to spend more time with me. I could try to start sleeping in my own bed at my house every night instead of crawling through her window, pissing her off. I could be a hell of a lot nicer. I could not kidnap her.

But I need her. I feel this constant urge, even now as I'm sitting in this chair in the waiting room, to hold my Danni in my arms. I always fantasize about us buying a house and starting a family together. Even when I masturbate, ever since I imprinted, it's always to the image of her, whether it's her yearbook picture or just the thought of her sitting on my bed. I love Danni, and sooner or later, she's going to love me back. All I have to do is change my tactics a little bit, perhaps be more romantic.

I already tried the dominant alpha male approach, and all that got me was a pissed off imprint. Maybe if I'm some sappy love fool, then she'll fall for me and agree to be with me forever. Maybe if when I kidnap her, I don't chain her up or anything, but I just shower her with affection. Who could ignore that?

"Paul Meraz!" the receptionist called out. "You can see Daniela now."

I lunged out of the chair and ran down the hallway, sniffing out my angel's scent until I found her, laying in a hospital bed, a white cast around her left foot and covering all the way up to her shin. She was fast asleep, the sunlight pouring in from the window making her skin glow and look so alluring I reached out to touch her to make sure she was real.

My fingers grazed her cheek, tingling at her touch and making my heart swell with the need to hold her. I was about to grab her when a thought entered my head. I didn't know what injuries she sustained from the fire and I don't want to hurt her by grabbing her. My arms shook as they longed to have Danni secure in them, but not wanting to cause harm to her.

I was so focused on my Danni that I didn't see the doctor on the other side of her bed checking the monitors.

"What-uh…How is she?" I asked, not quite sure where to start.

The doctor looked at me, sweeping his eyes over my clothes, probably thinking that I looked crazy just as the receptionist did. "She's fine," he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief and felt so happy I had to grip the side of Danni's bed to keep myself on my feet. She's going to live!

"We found no traces of smoke in her lungs at all. However, she has a slight fracture on her left ankle that should heal up in about five weeks. We have her sedated right now, but if you want since she's not in critical condition, you can take her home now."

I nodded, already lifting my unconscious angel in my arms so I could carry her out to my car.

The doctor cleared his throat, obviously trying to tell me that wasn't the way to move her, but I ignored him.

"Thanks Doc," I said as I carried my Danni, bridal-style, out of the hospital, rolling my eyes at the people who looked at us funny. Okay, so maybe stealing these clothes and carrying an unconscious girl looks weird, so sue me!

When I got to the car, I put the passenger seat laying all the way back so that my Danni could be comfortable as I took her to my house. As I drove off, I didn't dare go over five miles per hour, receiving no honks from the other cars as they were all afraid I'd give them a ticket or something. When I reached my house, like half an hour later, I carefully took my Danni out of the car and took her inside and upstairs to my bedroom.

I laid her down on my bed, taking a few of the pillows to prop her foot up. I put the blanket over her and then grabbed the blanket from downstairs that was on my couch and put that one on her as I had the air conditioner blasting inside, making it a little close to sixty inside when it was really in the nineties outside.

I closed the bedroom door and went downstairs. I locked the front door and grabbed the house phone to call Sam. He picked up after a few rings.

"Yea?" he answered, sounding a little impatient. He was probably with Emily.

"I'm not gonna be able to patrol tonight," I said.

"How come? You know we need your help to catch this leech. This one's really fast," Sam said.

"Danni got hurt today and I just picked her up from the hospital and I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone."

Sam sighed. "Fine," he huffed, "take care of her." He then hung up.

I put the phone back on the receiver and grabbed a chair from the table in the living room, carrying it upstairs with me back into my bedroom. I placed it at the foot of the bed and sat in it, gaining a full view of my Danni as she peacefully slept.

Thank God she's still alive and I can try to be a better boyfriend for her. Well, technically, I'm not her boyfriend yet, but it's only a matter of time.

I sat in the chair, watching my Danni and soon I fell asleep, dreaming of her and me together, happy. I love her so much. And I'll do everything in my power to take care of her now that she needs help. I'll always be there for her, but now she needs to know that she needs me.

I can't let her leave.