AN:Hi there! So, this is the second chapter, and I promise that everything will make sense as the story goes on! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Sunny x

two

The first sense that came back to me was my hearing. The sounds were not something that I was used to, they seemed so far away. My eyes were still shut, as if they were glued together, and my breathing was steady. The next thing I could feel was dull aches, and pains. I was confused. If I was in pain, shouldn't it hurt more? I managed to move my fingers a bit, but I still struggled with the eyes. Counting down from three, I knew I had to open them, to face whatever was happening to me. As they ripped open, it felt like I had sand in them, and I winced at the whiteness of the room I was in. My forehead creased. That was not my ceiling. The one in my room was much grimier, and it had cracked paint. This place smelled so sterile, and I panicked, my heart beating hard in my chest. I sat up to look at where the hell I was.

A hospital. How had I gotten there? I racked my brain for memories, and I saw small flashes of what had happened the night before. Had it been the night before? Or have I been here longer? Looking down at my arms, I could see the clear bruises, my breathing became faster, and the machine that I was attached to started beating quicker in response. With blind panic, I pulled out whatever syringes and other things were stuffed into my arms and body, I didn't want them in me. I just knew at that moment that I had to go. Leave. I scrambled to get up, but I didn't get far before a panicked nurse ran in, looking at me ever so disapprovingly.

"Young man!" She scolded me, and I stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Get back in that bed right now, what do you think you're doing?" She rushed to me, forcing me back onto these sterile sheets.

"How did I get here?" I asked, and for the first time, remembered the green eyes that I had seen as I lost consciousness. It must've been that man right? He must've called an ambulance, right? Or did he take me here some other way? Maybe it wasn't even him, but I really wanted to know this. Like my life depended on it, I wanted to know who I owed. I have always been a boy who didn't like owing people anything because I really didn't have anything to give back in return. And this stranger who had saved me, well, I wanted to ask him what I owe him.

"A young man brought you here, said you got into a nasty fight." She was smiling warmly at me now, that she was sure that I wasn't going anywhere.

"Did he say what his name was?" I asked her, as I winced when she stuck the needles back into my arms, the numb pain becoming more painful and throbbing.

"Edward Cullen, he's new in town. You were lucky too, bleeding all over the place!" She exclaimed, as if somehow that was something that would make me feel better, knowing that there was a lot of blood. I frowned. I didn't know an Edward Cullen.

"Is he still here now?" My voice was quiet, almost timid. And my eyes widened a little as the nurse nodded.

"Mhm, the poor chap wouldn't leave until you woke up. I'll call him in in a moment, then it's back to sleep for you." I panicked, my chest swealling.

"No! Wait! What about my mum? Have you called her? I need to go home!" I was almost in tears, as I remembered that Sarah and Eric were both still at home, what if she just left them there? What if she was passed out in a corner somewhere and they had to see it? Oh God, I had to leave right then! "How long have I been here?" I demanded from the nurse, sitting up again, trying to get up, but her fingers forced me down.

"Young man, stop this nonsense right now! You were here three days." No! No! That can't be right. "We tried calling your home, but no one answered." She looked at me apologetically, and I felt tears of rage spring to my eyes. Fucking James. Ugh. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, as I glared at the woman.

"I need to go home." I almost whined, trying to show the desperation through my eyes but she wouldn't budge. She walked out then, and I was left with my own thoughts, knowing that trying to escape for now would be pretty much pointless. I fiddled with my thumbs, completely in my own little world that I missed the door opening.

Someone cleared their throat, and I whipped my head around to see a man who was probably Edward. He was older than me, I could see that much, he was of a much bigger build too. There was stubble on his jaw, and his hair was a complete mess. The one thing that I recognised was his hair, and I had to bite my lip a little, because there stood pretty much a perfect man, a man who I owed. Fuck him. I didn't need to be saved!

"The hospital staff told me your name was Jasper." His voice was a little distant, calm and quiet as he looked at me. I looked back and said nothing at all, wondering why he was still here. He took me to the hospital, he should have left a long time ago.

"Why are you here?" I asked right out, a frown on my face, but I still kept looking at him. Challenging him to answer me, this stranger who saved me. I'm sure I would have lived, he had taken mercy on me, I wish he hadn't. Edward looked uncomfortable at my question, letting out a long huff before moving to sit on a char by the wall in the room.

"They tried calling your parents, but they wouldn't pick up. I stayed so you wouldn't have to wake up alone." The way he said it, his voice sounded hurt, but I was sure that it hadn't been because of my question, but because of something deeper. Maybe something had happened to him, but I didn't want to dwell on him. I should have been thankful, but his words just pointed out my flaws, and I hated him for it. His perfection seemed to overpower my scruffiness. Yes, he was older, but I had always been able to appreciate any sort of man. Not that that was ever my priority, it was just a habit.

"You can go now, I'm fine." My voice was cold, my eyes icy, and I could see that he flinched back a little. I knew he was probably expecting gratitude, a million thank yous. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He nodded, biting down on his own lip as he looked at me, running a hand through his tousled copper locks. He was a beautiful specimen of a man; even a blind person would be able to see that.

"Get well soon Jasper." And just like that, he was out the door, and I was left staring at an empty space. Good. I'm glad that he's gone. I still didn't who he was, what he was doing in Forks, and I really honestly didn't care. I just hoped that I would never be able to see that man again, no matter how much I owed him. Just as quickly as Edward had gone, the nurse was back in.

"We finally managed to reach your mother, and she said it was fine for you to go home. But she was a little too busy to pick you up." She looked apologetic again, but I didn't care. I'd run home if I had to. I was out of the bed so quick that you wouldn't think that I had been bloodied up really badly. I didn't even want to look at myself in the mirror right now, so I pulled on the clothes that I had had before, as I couldn't very well go home in the hospital gown. I was even filthier than I usually am, and I sighed.

Signing out took less time than I thought, and my heart kept pounding because I kept expecting to see Edward. I didn't though, which I was glad for, so getting everything together, I was allowed to leave. It took me a long while to get home. I was in pain for most of it, and the walk from the hospital seemed much longer than it usually is. My fucking mother. I was sure that she was as drunk as a skunk that she didn't even care that her son had been in a hospital for three days. The only thing that mattered right now was Sarah and Eric.

As I got closer to my home, I quickened my pace. I barged in the unlocked door to find it silent. They weren't there. None of them. I panicked, my heart beat beating a million miles per hour, at a loss.

"Eric! Sarah!" I shouted almost desperately, but there was no answer.