Him and I (Carlisle Cullen)

Chapter four~

I can see the truck coming towards me. A yowl comes from the back seat and the truck driver's eyes widen as the truck hits my Mini. I'm thrown forwards. The airbags explode and my back's cracking and bending. Somebody's screaming, breathing when I breath, but even when I realise it's me I can't stop. The torture of cracks and breaks goes on and on, I don't even know where I am anymore.

My shoulders are being shaken lightly, twinges of pain shooting down my back. Voices attack the part of my brain that's not stuck in the dream, but one clearer than the rest.

"Ria, wake up or we'll have to sedate you." It says, its calm facade breaking slightly.

I come back to reality with a jerk.

Doctor Cullen looms over me, another doctor brandishing a syringe on the other side of my bedside. I take deep gulps of air, my heartbeat fast but slowing with every breath I take.

"What hurts?" Doctor Cullen asks, taking note of the wince twisting my features.

"Back and thighs." I tell him as the burning there increases.

"It's probably because you were moving so much in your sleep. It's nothing major." He assures me. "Doctor Smith here is trained as a physician and in psychiatry, you'll be having sessions with him as well. We're going to sedate you until morning because it could be potentially damaging to your recovery if you continue moving in your sleep like that."

Doctor Smith injects the sedative into my drip. I don't perceive him to be a man of many words, but I guess we'll be getting to know each other better in the near future.

"Rodger, you can take your leave if you like, I'll stay with her until she falls asleep." Dr Cullen says to Dr Smith. The sedative takes a while to set in, so I'm glad he's staying and I won't be alone with only the bare walls for company.

"It helps to talk about it you know." Dr Cullen tells me quietly once Dr Smith has left.

"There's nothing to talk about." I decline, I don't think I can stand any more memories tonight. I know I was curt with him, but my brain's fogged and I'm terrified of the future.

"I'm sorry." I mumble. "I'm just afraid of what will happen when I fall asleep."

"I know." He says. "I've seen too many people go through what you're going through, and the memories will always be there, but when you're recovered and your life is stitched up again you won't be afraid anymore."

I sigh, and I know he's right. He's still standing up straight, so I pat the edge of the bed weakly.

"You might as well sit down, you deserve to be comfortable." I say.

"Thanks." He smiles. "Can you feel the anesthesia working yet?"

Now that he mentions it, I can feel the drug flowing through my veins, dulling my thoughts and relaxing my muscles.

"I live in Forks now," I tell him sadly, definitely not thinking straight. "And I've only ever seen it once."

A tear slides down my cheek. My life has changed and I know it, but it still never fails to shock me. My eyelids are drooping now, the room starting to blur. My head lolls sideways onto my messy brown hair.

"But you will." Doctor Cullen says, his voice lulling and very soft. "It's in your future. Like I am."

I know I'll forget his last words by morning.