Jacob Black's Playmate; Edward Cullen's Singer

Chapter 3- Hospital Visit

Chapter 3 - Hospital Visit

The simplest thing to do after waking up is going back to sleep. The night was restless, because my room was the only one that is not insulated. No matter how many times I repeat it my mom gives a deaf ear. I slept in my house coat and stirring out of bed I slid on my boots and went into the bathroom.

I zipped up by the door, turning my back on an empty house and rushed to my car. I turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. My instincts told me to immediately drive to school but I turned the heat on and started to doze off.

I eventually arrived at school. Mike greeted me at the start of English and we sat next to each other, murmuring while the teacher talked over us. I was energy deficient and right now Mike was the only person to prevent me from sleeping. Eric helped too, but he was stopped with a warning from the teacher.

It didn't get better. Coach Clapp ordered four volleyball games to be played simultaneously and I had to avoid getting hit. We later had to run laps. And I walked beside Mike with jelly for legs. Thinking about it now, if I spend the rest of the day like this I'm eventually going to doze in someone's class. But what made it worse, Edward Cullen was not there.

Along with sleeping in the cold I had distracted myself with plans to confront him and actually- if possible- make him warm up to me. But I assume I won't be dealing with his odd behavior today, and I will be sitting alone.

Great.

His four siblings seated didn't spare a glance at anyone again. And I did not look over my shoulder at their table any more than I had to. Mike had just said something about the beach when I laid my head down on my scarf. I drifted into the dark.

The bell was my alarm clock.

Mike still had resumed his conversation to the beach. It was more or less one sided as Eric had decided to walk with Cho to Biology II and Angela had already went ahead, leaving him with me in a zombie-like state. It was after we arrived in class that I heard him ask if I was on shift tonight. Then I suddenly realized that it was no time to sleep when I had to work. I nodded, aimlessly thinking. He smiled jovially and that was indication that he'd be working too. I should've known when he asked me.

Mike's father owns a sporting goods store. It's located right outside of town. I get a decent pay because people come in and out, mostly backpackers.

When the school day ended I prepared myself for the long ride. Jessica had stopped me when I neared my car, talking about essential things according to Jessica Stanley. Meanwhile I put my key in the ignition and listened. The lot cleared when we separated and I began driving out of Forks.

I tried to avoid the back roads because they were never cleared during the snowy seasons. When the light turned green I revved to the intersection. Suddenly, a silver Volvo met me right at the point. And it had no intention of slowing down until they saw me.

"Oh, what the-'' I couldn't signal whether I should break or accelerate but my foot hit the brakes, forcing my body forward. My head hit the horn as the force threw my body into the seat. I looked out the passenger window at the driver, glaring at them, before I drove off.

Arriving at work I quickly stepped out of the car. Stumbling through the door I was greeted by Mr. Newton. The smile on his round face fell the minute he saw me.

"Alyson, my best employee, what happened?" He asked in a rush, going to the store's phone. I raised my brow, feeling a warm sensation around my head.

"I got into a slight car altercation. It was minor, not a big deal." When I shook my head it was like my brain was loose, loose enough to wrack against my skull, and I stumbled. "Ow."

In an instant, Mr. Newton grabbed my shoulders and led me outside to his car. He slid in after me and buckled up, telling me to do the same, and not to rest.

"But I'm kind of tired." I complained. "I've been tired all day."

He sent me a stern look. "No." his eyes shifted to my head before stepping on the accelerator.

It was like we only drove for minutes. Mr. Newton rushed out and opened my door, even helping me into the hospital. "Why are we here?" He didn't answer. Only when we were led back from the MRI did he begin to speak again.

"Have you seen your head?" A nurse led us to the beds. There was a discarded tray top from a prior patient. The left side of my forehead was open, and even though it was kind of gross I was amazed at how wide it was and why I didn't feel it until now.

"Oh."

"Oh is right." Said a velvet voice. I stared at the doctor, slick blond hair, pale, and dark circles under his eyes like the rest.

"Dr. Cullen." Mr. Newton said. His worried eyes glanced over to me and Dr. Cullen reassured us that everything was going to be fine. I didn't really need reassurance.

"Now, Ms. Sims, how did this happen?" He asked, looking at different angles of my face. He turned his back on me to put up my X-rays. "There was a Silver Volvo and...I just wanted to go to work." He seemed to stop in his actions but continued putting the X-rays up after a second.

"Your X-rays look good. Let's check your vitals." He produced a small flashlight and beamed it in my eyes. "Edward did say you hit your head pretty hard but everything seems fine." He murmured, but I caught on. I was mystified and puzzled.

"Edward said that?"

"Yes." He confirmed, glancing over to the door. I followed his gaze and my mouth fell open. Silently, somehow, Edward Cullen had trailed in. "What is he doing here?" I should have thought before I spoke, I hope he would excuse it for my trauma.

"He came a few minutes ago. A little before you did. I guess you two had the same thought in mind." Dr. Cullen smiled. "Let's wrap this up."

I sat without moving while Mr. Newton went to call Mike. I sat, patiently, staring at the Cullen by the entrance. Though, he still looked away, and his eyes were still black. As Dr. Cullen's cool touch left my head he announced, "You're ready to go, Ms. Sims." He smiled gently. I wonder how Dr. Cullen could be so kind but his son so antagonistically rude. He seemed to frown for a split second and his eyes drifted toward Edward.

"Thank you." He nodded one last time before walking out. I peered around and looked at Edward, speaking before he moved.

"You were the one in the silver Volvo." He stopped, stiff. His fists clenched and I could see the tendons rise in his arms.

His voice was attractive and rushed, "I'm sorry." Then he stormed out.

Updated: April.30.2015