The Art Of Imprinting

Chapter 13

The next time I woke up, Paul was laying down on my right side, avoiding my IV. I let out a cough, realizing that my throat was very dry. "Lillian, are you alright? Is there anything that I can get you?" I looked around the room. 

Paul was the only one here. "Water?" I heard my scratchy voice whisper. He immediately got up, and went to get the cup on the left side of my bed. Why would it be on the left?

I tried to stretch out my right hand to grab it from the left, but then quickly figured that my right arm had been tied down to the bed. They might have done this when I passed out. 

He slowly put the cup to my lips and I immediately gulped it all down. "More?" He asked. I shook my head no. Without my consent, tears gathered in my eyes. Paul. 

He sat by my bed, glaring at the wall. "Lillian, I want you to know that I will do anything for you. No matter what the situation is, things will get better and you will be happy. Your still young and you have the rest of your life to live." 

He stood up and started to pace the room. "I don't like this any better than you do. I can't even protect you!" He punched the wall, leaving a dent. I squeaked. 

"Paul, what's going to happened to me, to us? We're best friends! We were ment to be together forever!" I blushed as I blurted that out to him. He let out a chuckle and grinned. 

"Nothing is going to happen to us, Lilly. Edward is going to be in Italy with you. The other Leaches are going away from Forks as well. We will be best friends forever, nothing can break the bond we have."

I smiled up at him. "Why can't I stay here? What's wrong with me?" At this point I was sobbing. "I don't want to leave!" 

He looked heartbroken. "I-" Someone came through the door. He was tall, had short, black hair and was wearing a doctors coat. "How are you feeling, Ms..." I glared at him. "Smith." It was my mothers last name. Not the family that is abandoning me for some other child. 

"Alright, Ms. Smith. How are you feeling today? I notice that you have athma and have panic attacks often?" I nodded at him, saying nothing else.

"Any pain?" He asked, looking through the papers on his clipboard. I cleared my throat, "Well, obviously I'm in pain. Have you not seen my arm? The question is, why does my back hurt?"

Paul was at my right side and untied my hand. "Thank you, Paul."

"Alright, first off, lets start with some introductions. I am Doctor Baxter. I'm your new doctor." He paused. "Alright, about your arm. This says that you fell from a two story house, straight on your back with your arm under you, is this correct?" I squinted my eyes at him and looked at Paul.

His eyes were worried. "I...I don't remember but It sounds right. I remember falling, yes" I squinted my eyes, making it seem like I was thinking really hard.

"Ok, When you fell ontop of your arm, it broke in several places. We had to do some massive surgery but within the next 6-9 months, your arm should be healed. After that, It would take months of physical therapy is you would like to use your arm again."

He took in a big breath, so I braced myself. "The very bad news is that when you landed on you back, something pinched the nerves so bad and put so much pressure on it that it's going to be very hard to start walking again. We have performed many surgeries dealing with your back and we have done all that we can do." 

"It's only a matter of time before it heals, and we can tell how much physical therapy sessions it's going to take to get you going again." He gave a smile at me and Paul growled, quietly." I hit him, making him stop.

"How long untill it heals? It does hurt, pretty bad." I asked him.

"Well, I heard that you will be moving to Italy. Volterra Italy to be exact. Well, your going to have to stay here for two more weeks and then by the time that is over, your back should be healed enough to where you could start physical therapy."

"How long will I get to stay here, in Forks?" I asked, hopeful.

"You should be here for the remainder two weeks and then when you are able to be discharged, I have information here that says your going straight to Italy to live with your Aunt. We are trying to get into touch with the hospital staff in Italy to see about getting you a Physical Therapist."

I nodded, done talking with him. I was frustrated. I haven't realized that I was stil crying until Paul wiped my face with his hands. "It's gonna be alright." I looked into his eyes and knew he was trying to be the stronger one here, for me. 

I nodded, leaning into his touch. Dr. Baxter walked over to my IV, looking at it. 

"I'll get a nurse to come in here and give you some more painkillers." Without another word, he walked out. 

"Paul, promise me you'll keep in touch?" 

"Anything for you, Lillypad." 

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The next couple of chapters should get interesting ;D

Notice where I sent young Lillian? 

Muwahaha >:D

ENJOYY!