Pinned but Fluttering

Chapter 23

Thank you for waiting so patiently for me this past week. It was truly the "week from the loony bin" as I was soooo crazy-busy. I hope you enjoy the chapter; thanks ever so much for reading.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I'm just joyfully torturing her characters, especially the ones who deserve said torture....

Chapter 23

A swirl of cold air rushed over me, rousing me slightly from the painless place I had so happily floated toward, and I groaned faintly over the loss of that painless, peaceful place.

I wanted to remain in that bright and lovely place...so much.

There was no pain there.

But a cold hand cupped my cheek. This touch seemed familiar, somehow....

The icy hand on my face brought me further into reality and away from the peaceful place. Damn....

"Sir, just hang on, and we'll help her," a calm, authoritative voice spoke near me, a voice with a strange hint of strong distaste. I felt Sam shifting beneath me, and more cold air spilled over me, making me shiver.

I thought that shivering would hurt, but it didn't.

That was one good thing tonight, at least.

"Here, take her. We have to go," Sam said tightly.

Then Sam tensed even more, and I felt Emily holding his arm beneath my knees, almost as if she were restraining him. "Sam, we're doing this for Bella," she whispered.

Then Sam became absolutely rigid as the calm voice changed drastically. "Oh my god! This is Bella? There's blood everywhere!" the unknown male voice declared.

Wait. I knew that voice.

I just couldn't remember where....

Something was wrong...very wrong....

"As if you can't tell who she is, leech!" Sam growled in a very low voice. "You know her scent; I know you do!

"Apparently your stench masks human scent," snapped the voice.

But that voice was supposed to be calm and peaceful, not anxious and ruffled, the way it was now. In fact, the voice was worse than anxious; it was panicked.

"Bella, sweetheart, what happened? Bella? Bella?"

I was shaken gently by the shoulder as the voice called my name, and cold hands patted my cheeks gently. Then I felt something hard and cold against my upper chest.

It didn't hurt. I think it should have, but it didn't.

"No response to stimuli and no sternal response to pain," the voice reported as if someone were writing all this information down. Perhaps they were.

"Here, help me transfer her to the gurney." I had never heard his voice so steely and cold.

It wasn't like him.

Wait...except once. On the phone, I think....

He must be talking to Sam again for his voice to be so...unlike himself.

That's right; I remembered now. He didn't like the Quileutes.

He had warned me....

I should have listened to him.

To both of them.

I felt floaty once more, then I felt Sam stiffen around me, holding me closer to his warm chest, not moving.