Earthshine (Twilight Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two: The Truth

Suddenly the footsteps stopped - they had found me. They started again, running towards me with more hurry, and I heard one of the men cursing loudly. I recognised his voice, but I was in too much pain to think.

My eyes began to droop and my gasping became worse. I felt like I was going to die – but it was too painful to be death. Wouldn't the world start to fade if I was dying? Cold hands gripped my shoulders, along with a pair of warm hands. I heard one of the men shouting, “Emergency! Emergency! We’ve found her, seriously wounded, get a gurney up to ward 6!” It was Dr. Phillip. He started to swear again. Who was the second man? I was kept on my side, even though the pain was worsening. I tried to move, but my body would only move in small jerks. I tried to raise a hand to my chest, but someone was holding onto both my arms. All I could do was gasp for air.

His face came into my view. His eyebrows were pulled together in a look of worry. His golden eyes had turned rock hard, and his face looked like it might smash into a billion pieces if he kept frowning. He looked at me, and I looked at him.

“Keep breathing!” He suddenly commanded, and I forgot that I had stopped. I tried to shake my head to say that I couldn’t, but it wouldn’t move. He saw it in my eyes. My plead for his forgiveness. He said nothing. He rolled me onto my back, and I saw Dr. Phillip talking into a walkie-talkie. Dr. Cullen’s face crowded my view again, and I saw his same, painful expression. “Breathe!” He said again, and this time, the air flew into my lungs. As soon as it did, an even bigger pain started, and I watched as Dr. Cullen took off his white coat and scrunch it into a ball, and then press it into my wounds. My chest howled with pain; a pain that I thought was impossible to feel. I turned my head to the side, the only movement that it would do. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was in too much pain to even whisper. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, and I turned my head back to Dr. Cullen. His attention was focused on my chest, where he still had his coat pressed to.

He looked up at me. I could feel my eyelids becoming more and more weak, and to fight back would only mean more pain. I looked back at Dr. Cullen just before I surrendered and let them droop. The last thing I heard was Dr. Cullen shouting at me to stay awake. I had no choice. Everything went black.

My vision was blurry, but I could just make out the shape of Dr. Cullen leaning over me. The look of worry was still on his face, but his eyes had softened. A pain broke out in my chest and head, causing me to flinch, but at least I could move now. He said something, but it sounded far away. Too far away for me to hear. A sudden flush of morphine in my veins made my eyelids go heavy, and just before I fell asleep, I whispered so that my voice wouldn’t croak, “I’m sorry.”

My eyes fluttered open, eager to wake me up. I found myself in the same hospital room I had been in before, all white and clean. I waited for my hearing to kick in, and once it had, I heard the same sweet, low voice that I was hoping to hear. He was talking to someone else, yet again out of my line of sight. I started to do my own mini checks to pass the time. I moved my head, instant pain. That would be from the fall. I moved my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. Something had them pinned to the bed. Had they… strapped me to the bed? Great. I bet they think I’m insane. I moved my legs, slight pain, probably bruised from the fall. I wiggled my hips. Bad idea. An instant, piercing pain shot through my whole torso, making my eyes water.

Dr. Cullen must have seen, because he was instantly by my side, wiping my tears. He still looked worried. It made me feel so bad to see him so worried. He was beautiful, and it made me feel guilty. He turned back to the other person, saying something that I didn't hear, and then back to me.

“Hungry? I heard you got lost,” He said with a small smile. It brightened up his face when he smiled. It warmed me to see him smiling too. The other person left, probably to get me some food. There was a moment’s silence before he asked, “What were you thinking, walking around a hospital with an injury like that, to only slip over and make it worse?” His eyebrows had gone together again, looking confused. I tried to jerk my wrists free, but they wouldn’t budge. “Let me help you,” Dr Cullen sighed, leaning over me to unstrap my wrists. I flexed my fingers one at a time so that I could check if they were okay. His golden eyes didn’t leave my face. I reached over to him and he stepped forward to allow me to pluck a pen out of his coat pocket. He unclipped a sheet of blank paper from his clipboard and handed it to me.