Chapter Thirteen

Frankenstein

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Rachel's POV

"Rachel! Please!" I heard a voice call from the distance.

Paul?

"Rachel! You're going to be fine! You- you have to be!" he cried out.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest area, feeling water sputter out as I coughed. My eyes blurred until Paul's desperate and worried face came to view hovering above me.

He smiled, sighing in relief as he scooped me up in a hug.

"You are never going cliff diving again!" he said sighing into my damp hair.

"Alright." I laughed lightly, my laugh coming out hoarse from all the salt water I had breathed in.

He pulled away looking at my forehead. I felt a trickle there and remembered landing on something sharp. Leave it to me to land on a rock while trying to be brave and jump on my own.

Suddenly Paul lifted me in the air, with a swift motion he grabbed our things off the floor and headed for the car.

"You know I can walk." I said lightly, resting my head on his shoulder.

"This way works too." He said tightening his hold on me.

I smiled and closed my eyes, getting really sleepy with the rhythmical sways of Paul's brisk walk.

"On no you don't!" he said wiggling his arms a little.

"Paul!" I grumbled.

"Rachel for all we know you could have a concussion, there is no way you are going to sleep right now." He said sternly.

"Please?" I grumbled laying my head in the crook of his neck.

"Rachel." He said firmly.

I was jostled as he opened the car door and gently set me in. The trickling of the blood seemed to get heavier with the movement.

"Here hold this to your head." He said softly, handing me a small hand towel.

I did as he said, wincing slightly at the sting, and leaned back. Looking out the window I sighed. Wait… where were we going?

"Paul? Where are we going?" I asked, sitting up, regretting doing so at a fast pass when my head throbbed.

"Forks Hospital." He stated, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Why?" I asked alarmed.

"Rachel, you could have a concussion and I'm pretty sure you need stiches." He said, glancing at me.

"Ugh, I'm going to look like Frankenstein." I grumbled.

"A cute Frankenstein," he chuckled.

"Sure," I laughed, rolling my eyes.

…

"The cut isn't that deep so we should be able to use steri strips. I'll make sure to pack you some in a bag incase they begin to unstick." Dr. Keen smiled, cleaning my wound and presumably stitching it up.

"Also I don't want you to go to sleep for at least the next hour." She said sternly.

Through all off this Paul seemed to be soaking up everything she said, and storing it into memory.

After she stitched me up, we were free to go. Paul had parked close to the entrance, so his car was just around the corner from the entrance.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked taking my hand.

"Yeah, thanks to you." I smiled, grateful to have him by my side.

He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder, leading us to the car.

"Seriously, Paul. I owe you my life." I said sincerely.

"Please, you give me everything, with every heart beat." He said looking into my eyes.

I rolled my eyes at his cheesiness and hip bumped him. Granted he didn't sway much at all.

"Mmmhm. Okay. Just get in the car pal." I laughed ducking under his arm and getting into the passenger side.

"If only you would take me seriously." He laughed, getting in and starting the ignition.

"I do take you seriously. Seriously cheesy that is." I giggled.

"Oh haha, very funny." He laughed, reaching out and tickling me.

I burst out laughing caving in as to cover myself from him. I blushed after hearing myself snort with laughter.

"Paul! Your going to give me an asthma attack!" I lied. As soon as I said that his hands stopped immediately. Seeing my smirk he realized I was lying.

"Not cool." He said, glaring with a small smile.

"Your just too gullible!" I snickered.

He pouted, pretending to be offended.

"Aw, I'm sowy. Did I huwt yow feewings?" I asked, trying hard not to smile.

"Yes." He said, still pouting.

I scooted over the middle seat and lightly kissed his cheek. He turned in the middle of the kiss so I was kissing his lips. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"Seatbelt." He smiled.

"Fine." I grumbled, but instead of going back to the other seat I stayed in the middle and strapped the seatbelt on, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"I should have thought of this earlier." I said, yawning. His shoulder was way more comfortable to lean on than the glass window.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I sighed at the warmth. I was starting to doze of, when I felt his hand shift slightly. I peaked an eye open and saw he was getting ready to tickle me.

"Paul! " I squealed, squirming as he tickled me ruthlessly.

"Sorry! I'm just really gullible."

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"Hey dad, before you freak I already went to the hospital and everything is fine. We went cliff diving and I hit my head on a rock. Again I'm fine!" I said, rushing the words out as I saw his horrified expression.

"Where is Paul?" he demanded.

"I asked him to wait in the car." I whispered.

"Why? Was it his fault?" he asked.

"No! I just knew how you would react. With good measure." I said crossing my arms, rumpling my shirt.

"Rachel, tell him to come inside." He commanded.

"Yes dad." I sighed, going out to the car.

"Hey, my dad wants to see you." I said shamefully, as I saw him standing by the car.

"Yeah, I heard." He said nervously.

"Really? He was that loud?" I asked alarmed.

"Um… yeah I guess." He said, absently.

I walked a couple steps in front of Paul, shielding him from my dad's wrath, and entered the house.

"Paul? What happened?" he asked, though I had already told him a few seconds earlier.

"We went cliff diving and she landed on a rock. I made sure to take her to the hospital and they said she was fine." He stated.

Dad seamed to contemplate what to say next, rubbing his forehead and sighing.

"You are never going cliff diving, ever again." he said sternly.

"Yes sir." I smiled, remembering almost the exact same words from Paul.

"Rachel, I suggest you take it easy for a while." Dad said strolling into the kitchen.

"Paul can stay for a while right?" I asked hopefully.

"Doesn't he have to work or something?" dad grumbled.

"Actually, I don't. I worked earlier this morning. " He smiled.

"Fine, I'll be right in there." He pointed to his room, leaving the door open as he went in.

"T.V.?" I asked, sitting on the couch.

"Sure." He smiled sitting next to me, and I leaned on his shoulder.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad staying here, I thought smiling as I looked at the family picture above the T.V.

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I know I know! I broke my streak of updating daily! Forgive me! Yesterday was super busy. And yes I know this chapter is super short but hey, maybe I'll update again today? ;) But hey! Who knows… don't hate me if I don't!

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