Sam and Eric finally made their way to the emergency room and say Leah, Emily, Jake, Seth, and Embry in the waiting room.
"They won't let us fucking go back! Like we're not family?" Leah said, pissed off. "It's all my fault. I should have known Paul would have found out and reacted like that." she said.
Jake grabbed Leah's hand, holding tight. "There's no way you could have, though. It's not your fault. It's his." Jake said.
Sam stared at their link hands for a few seconds before moving over to Emily, pulling her into his arms.
"You okay, Em?" Sam whispered.
"I'm worried about Layla." Emily whispered. "All this blood is hers. It looked terrible. Her face, everything."
Eric walked up to the nurse's desk, demanding to see his daughter. The nurse tried calming him down, but Eric wasn't having it.
"You take us back to her room or each of us will take a floor and go room to room." Eric said.
The nurse sighed and paged the doctor on call. "Mr. Lahote is demanding to see his daughter." she said into the phone. A few moments later she hung up. "Your daughter is currently being sedated."
"What?" Eric asked.
"Why?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside Eric.
"She kicked the attending." the nurse said.
Eric smiled softly. 'That's my girl.' he thought. "If you let us in there, we can calm her down." he said.
The nurse shrugged and motioned for them to follow her back through the emergency room. They came to the last room and the nurse cracked the door open. A metal bedpan was launched against the door.
"Miss Lahote, get back in bed!" the nurse called out.
"Or what? Huh? Gonna bring back Dr. Finger Fucker?" Layla yelled back.
Embry narrowed his eyes and pushed by the nurse, going into the room, ducking from the water pitcher that Layla threw.
"Embry!" Layla whispered, still standing on the bed, holding her IV pole in one hand. "Get in!"
"You need to sit down. They're just trying to help you." Embry said, trying to keep his voice even.
"Fuck that." Layla said.
Eric, Sam, and Leah pushed past the nurse, followed by Seth, Emily, and Jake. Layla looked at each of them, wondering why everyone just showed up.
"How about you put the IV pole down, yeah?" Jake said, slowly walking towards Layla.
"How about I shove this up your ass?" Layla replied, gripping the pole tighter.
Jake stopped in his tracks and started laughing. "She'll be fine." he said.
The doctor poked his head into the room. "Did you all calm her down?" he asked.
"Dr. Finger Fucker!" Layla cried out, throwing her IV pole at the door. The doctor quickly shut it, just as the pole hit the door. He opened it a few seconds later, followed by several nurses.
"Apparently the sedation we gave her a little while ago wasn't strong enough." the doctor muttered.
"Oh, please. I've smoked weed stronger than that." Layla said. "Don't come any closer!" she yelled.
The doctor and nurses kept walking towards Layla, three on each side of the bed. One of the nurses held a syringe in her hand.
"No! Seth! Embry!" Layla called out.
Within seconds, Embry jumped over the hospital bed, grabbing the doctor by the neck, pushing him against the wall. Seth moved to knock the syringe from the nurses hand, watching it scatter against the floor.
"Embry!" Sam growled. "Let him go. Now." he ordered.
Embry visibly shook for control for several seconds before finally letting the doctor go. Layla crouched on the bed, ready to bolt. She held out her arms. "Embry?" she whined.
Embry moved to go pick her up.
"No." Sam ordered. "Let the doctor and nurses do what they have to."
Embry turned back to Sam, narrowing his eyes. Fuck!
Layla whimpered, looking to Seth. "Sethy?" she whined, holding out her arms.
"Don't move, Seth." Sam ordered.
"Go away!" Layla yelled at Sam.
Layla swayed on the hospital bed, looking over. She saw a nurse pull the syringe from the IV, now empty. Her eyes fluttered and she fell sideways. Jake moved quickly and caught her, gently putting her back on the bed. Her eyes were half mast as she looked up at Jake.
"Heeeey Jakey." Layla said, smiling. "Oh my Gooodddd, Leeaahhh. Is Jakey good?" Layla asked.
Leah burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah. So now that you're all happy...are you really pregnant?!" she asked.
"Pfft, no. I've got a 7 year IUD, you silly goose. I just wanted you and Jakey to mind your own beeswax." she said. Layla giggled, turning her head. "Daddy! Hi Daddy." she said, smiling at Eric.
"Hi, princess. You feeling okay?" Eric asked.
Layla leaned to the side and motioned for him to come closer. He walked over to the side of the hospital bed.
"You know who's a MILF?" Layla whispered.
"I'm not sure what a MILF is." Eric said.
"Sue. Sue Sue." Layla whispered, smiling softly. "It stands for Mother I'd Like to Fu-"
"Layla!" Leah called out.
"You could so tap that." Layla said. "She's a much better mother than my mother. She thought Seth and I had sex, and she was cool with it." she whispered.
Seth grinned, feeling everyone turn towards him. "What?" he asked.
Embry glared at Seth. Layla gasped, pulling up the blankets and looking. "Ahh!" she yelled.
"Layla? Baby, what's wrong?" Eric asked.
Layla looked over at him, putting her hand up to her mouth. "Is this a party? Because I don't have any pants on."
Jake and Seth started cracking up. Sam and Emily came up to the bed.
"We're going to head home now that we know you're okay. Someone's got to keep an eye on things." Sam said.
"You've got 2. And Emily's got 2. That's 4." Layla nodded. "That's one for every direction!"
Sam and Emily said their goodbyes and headed out. Jake sat at the foot of the hospital bed, pulling Leah to sit between his legs. Eric sat in the plastic seat that the hospital provided. Layla started running her fingers through her hair.
"Embry...can I tell you a secret?" Layla whispered loudly. "This...this isn't a recording. It's live."
Embry chuckled. "You don't look like a recording." he said.
"Gaaaahhhh." Layla said. "Leah, you know who actually is great at sex? Embry." she said, nodding. "But don't tell him. It's a secret."
"Don't worry. I won't say a word." Leah said, grinning.
Layla frowned then pulled at her hospital gown, looking down the neck hole. She stared down for the longest time.
"Is something wrong?" Jake asked.
"It's cold." Layla muttered.
"And you needed to look down your hospital gown to know that?" Jake asked.
"Isn't that how you do it?" Layla asked, completely serious.
"Obviously that's how I do it." Jake said.
Layla shivered, tugging at the blankets. Embry crawled into the hospital bed, pulling Layla close to him. Layla sighed softly at the heat he gave off. Seth crawled into the bed behind Layla, spooning.
"This is what I call room service." Layla said.
The doctor knocked on the door and Eric motioned him in. It was Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
"Jake, good to see you again." Carlisle said. "Dr. Anderson traded patients with me, saying something about this young lady being a bit uncooperative."
"DOCTOR FINGER FUCKER CAN GET BENT!" Layla called out. "Carliiiisle...hi. You know, Edward doesn't look a thing like you. I think you should do the DNA."
"Doctor Finger Fucker? Should I ask?" Carlisle asked.
"He kept trying to stick his fingers all up in me. I kicked him." Layla said. "So rude. He didn't even ask!" she muttered.
"He was probably trying to do an internal check. But I agree with you. Very rude not to ask your permission." Carlisle agreed.
Layla settled back down between Embry and Seth, her eyes drifting shut.
"Mr. Lahote, can I talk to you?" Carlisle whispered.
Eric walked outside of the room to talk to Dr. Cullen while Jake, Leah, Seth, and Embry stayed in the room. Within seconds, Layla was fast asleep, the sedative finally kicking in. She had a death grip on Embry's long hair.
"Mr. Lahote, Layla needs to have surgery. Leah gave me a pretty bland turn of events as she didn't know exactly what went down. Layla has several ribs out of place and there's quite a bit of glass embedded in her skin that we need to remove. She also has a slight concussion." Carlisle said. "Right now, our biggest worry is infection, the ribs causing a punctured lung, and the concussion covering up anything our scans may have missed."
"She's going to be okay, right?" Eric asked.
"If we can keep her that calm, then yes." Carlisle said, chuckling. "I've never seen Dr. Anderson hand off a patient. Layla's got fire, I'll give her that. And great aim, apparently."
"She's a Lahote." Eric said proudly.
"Once the O.R. opens up, we'll take her back and get all the glass out of her and set her ribs." Carlisle said.
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen. I appreciate everything." Eric said.
"Seth, we've got to head home before mom has a cow." Leah said, stretching from leaning against Jake for so long.
"Do I really have to?" Seth asked, looking over at Leah.
"Do you want mom to come down here and make a scene?" Leah asked.
Seth groaned and slid out of the hospital bed. Embry pulled Layla closer, wrapping his arm around her. Seth watched, jealous it wasn't him she clung on to.
"Tell her we'll be back by tomorrow if she isn't home by then." Leah said, looking over at Embry.
"I'm going to drive them home. Call me if you need anything." Jake said.
"Thanks for coming down here and staying with her." Eric said, pulling each of them into a hug.
Jake, Leah, and Seth left the hospital, heading back to the reservation. Embry gently ran his hand up and down Layla's back, both to comfort and to see if he could feel any injuries. Carlisle knocked on the door and walked in quietly. Embry pulled her closer. Logically, he knew she wasn't in any danger from the vampire, but the wolf in him couldn't help his distrust.
"An operating room has opened up. We're going to fix her up and get the glass out of her before any infection sets up." Carlisle said.
Two O.R. technicians came into the room, wheeling a smaller bed to transport Layla on, scooting it beside to bed that Layla and Embry were in.
"We need to take her now, Embry. You wanna let go?" Carlisle asked.
Reluctantly, Embry moved his arms off of Layla, making her whimper in her sleep, trying to scoot closer to him. The techs pulled the sheet Layla was on towards them, ready to lift her into the other bed.
"No!" Layla cried out, still mostly out of it. She grabbed on to anything she could reach. "Embry!"
Embry's protective instincts kicked him, making him grab onto Layla and pull her back to him, glaring and growling at Carlisle and the techs.
"Come on, son. Let her go so she can get all better." Eric said, his hand on Embry's shoulder.
"I'll take care of her. I promise." Carlisle said.
Embry picked Layla up and placed her gently on the smaller bed. Layla whined softly, reaching for him. He took a few steps back, hating how it made him feel to see her reaching for him, whimpering. 'Fuck, why does it hurt?' he asked himself. 'It's not like she's my...oh...shit...no. I can't. I won't hurt her.'
I think we all need what Layla has . Embry included, am I right?
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