Nessie's POV
It was all wrong. Momma was sleeping. She was really, really tired. But I couldn't sleep. It was too much light, and there were too many people outside of the room.
When Momma started to snore… I lifted up the blanket and snuck out of the bed. At first I looked out the window. It was dark outside, and just a little bit scary. Momma said we didn't have to stay in just one room anymore.
Looking behind me, I opened the door quietly, looking around before walking.
"Renesmee?" I heard my name a few minutes later and stopped, turning around. There was a man with blond hair looking at me. He was wearing a white coat and it said Cullen above the pocket. I had met this man once. He was Mr. Edward, the helper's, dad. He was nice.
"Nessie." I said. I liked it better than my full name.
"Nessie." He repeated with a smile. "Is something wrong?" He asked a second later and I got scared. Maybe I shouldn't have left the room.
"Momma said… she said… she said we didn't have to stay in one room anymore. I just wanted to see." I started to cry, not sure what to do. Dr. Cullen crouched down, a look of concern on his face.
"It's alright Nessie. Your Momma was right, you can leave the room. I just want to make sure you're alright." He said calmly, and then he smiled at me. "Did you tell your Momma that you were leaving though? So she doesn't get scared that you're gone?" He asked and I shook my head. I didn't think about that.
"It must be scary trying to get used to all of this." He said and I nodded, looking around. I didn't know very much, and it was so different.
"Do you want me to show you around and answer any questions that you might have?" He asked me and I nodded, reaching out for his hand. He was a helper. Momma said he was a good person.
"Alright. Let's just make sure that Momma knows where we are, and then we can go for a walk." He said, taking my hand and standing up. Slowly he led me back to where Momma was sleeping and stopped in the entrance to the room. I didn't want to wake Momma up but if I wanted to go for a walk I needed to.
"Momma?" I whispered as I climbed back up on the bed beside her.
"Mm hmm?" She answered, but her eyes stayed closed.
"I'm going for a walk with Dr. Cullen the helper. I'll be back soon." I told her. She didn't answer and I looked back to the door where Dr. Cullen was standing. But now Mrs. Esme was beside him.
"It's alright Nessie. I'll stay here with your Momma, and that way she isn't scared when she wakes up." She told me. I smiled at her. I didn't know what to say.
Instead I climbed off the bed and reached out to Dr. Cullen the helper, taking his hand again. I looked back at Momma but she was still sleeping.
As we walked I asked lots of questions. I didn't know what anything was. But some things I had read about in books with Momma. Dr. Cullen was surprised when I told him I could read and do math… but then I told him that was all that we were allowed to do. Read books. Read them again and again.
"Dr. Cullen did you know my Momma before too? Before Mr. James took her away?" I asked after we had walked in a big circle. I think I remembered the stories about him. Now we were standing at a door to a small room and Dr. Cullen was using a key to get in. When he opened the door he reached inside and when he came back out, he had a juice box in his hand. I took it. I was still very thirsty.
"Yes. I knew your Momma very well. Do you remember Edward?" He asked and I nodded. "Edward was your Momma's best friend, and Edward is my son." He explained and I nodded. It was all still confusing. So many people knew Momma. But she was still alone with me for so long.
"You used to fix her boo boos?" I asked and he nodded with a little laugh. "Yes, I sure did." He answered me, continuing to lead me back towards Momma.
"Momma's sad." I said all of a sudden. I don't know why I told him that.
"Why do you think Momma's sad?" He asked cautiously, stopping just outside the door.
"Because Momma has a Momma… but her Momma didn't come for her. She doesn't know where her Momma is." I told him. Momma hadn't told me that. But I knew Momma better than anybody else. She used to talk about her Momma and tell me stories.
Dr. Cullen didn't say anything.
"Thank you for showing me things." I told him before I let go of his hand. And then I went back in the room and climbed back in the bed next to Momma. I wasn't tired. But I closed my eyes anyways.