Waves crashed into sand that had been warmed by the setting sun. Hews of orange and red reflected off the surface of the deep blue water, making it shimmer like false gold. Wind carried the sound of laughter from the cliff that rose above the beach where boys were laughing and pushing each other into the cool abyss that the ocean offered.
Their bodies collided with the water, disrupting the calamity around them and creating a wave of their own. Until they swam toward the shore, no one noticed the dark haired beauty that lie in the shallows and the sand. Her sleeping body faced the sky, absorbing the fleeting heat of the sun.
She wore a pure white dress, that shone through easily and clung to her curvy mocha skin. Her chest barely rose and fell, and her heartbeat was slow. "There's a girl over here!" One of the three russett skinned boys called, running through the waves toward the unconscious being.
He fell on his knees beside her, frantically checking for a pulse, pressing his ear flush to her left breast. "Is she dead?" Another boy called, jogging down the beach to where other two boys were huddled. "No, but she's barely breathing. She needs to get to the hospital."
"I'll drive." The third boy volunteered. The first boy picked her up from the sandy beach, rushing her to a truck. Her body was limp but her mind was racing with dreams, or perhaps they were memories.
She desperately wanted to cry out in pain as they took her farther from the water. She hadn't completed what she needed to in order to be in this state; she wasn't ready to part with the salty water. Not yet. Too soon. Her natural instincts whimpered in her mind.
"She's freezing, we need to hurry." The boy who held her, called to someone else. "We're almost there, Jared call the hospital and tell them we're coming." A moment passed while Jared spoke into the phone, nervously looking at the girl they'd rescued.
The girl moved her lips as she spoke, "water." Her voice was angelic and smooth around the edges, shocking everyone in the truck. "Too soon..." She mumbled out before falling back into her unconscious state. No sound could penetrate through her deep sleep, not this time.
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The hospital was hectic as they were expecting the drowning victim to come in. Doctor Carlisle Cullen, the on-call doctor, was ready for her when the truck pulled up near the ER entrance. He wore a white lab coat and a blue button down shirt that contrasted nicely against his ivory skin and golden eyes. A shirtless boy from the reservation rushed out with the dark haired girl lying lifelessly in his arms.
"Get her to a bed and I'll begin the examination." Carlisle directed one of his fellow doctors, not paying much mind to the patient as he went back through the doors and began preparing for the girl.
It wasn't until she was lying on the bed and he began hooking her to the machines, that he fully took in the beauty of the woman before him. Her hair fell in long black waves and every detail of her was angelic and mesmerizing. From her parted lips that were full, to the curve of her waist and hips.
Carlisle cleared his throat before taking his stethoscope and checking for heart rhythms, even though he could already hear the pulse. "Patients name?" He questioned while placing the tool to her chest, which was now rising and falling at a regular pace.
"Jane doe, the kids found her in the water." One of the nurses responded. Carlisle nodded, looking down at the girl. "Well she didn't drown, there's no fluid in the lungs and her heart rate is normal. Run some blood work and tests, oh and get her checked into a room for monitoring, page me with any updates."
Carlisle took one last longing look at the mystery girl before leaving. Something was pulling him toward her, but he couldn't be sure what it was until he could speak with her and gaze into her eyes. Until she woke up, his connection to her would remain a mystery.
