Melody POV
I could hear my family members voices around me as I started to become conscious again. Renesmee gripped my ice cold hand in her burning hot hands, giving me immediate comfort.
Then I realized how much pain I was in.
"Ow." I grumbled, my voice hoarse from the tube Grandpa had had stuck down my throat.
"Melody?!" Renesmee cried. Grampa poked and prodded me, took some tubes and wires out of me, and brought the bed upright.
"Melody, open your eyes." He told me.
As soon as I opened them I was swarmed.
Renesmee was right beside me, still gripping my hand. Mom and Dad pushed to wrap themselves around Renesmee and I. Grandma and Grandpa both laid a hand on me in worry. Everyone's thoughts buzzed with worry and concern. It was all so overwhelming I think I started hyperventilating.
"Stand back everyone, give her some air." Dad picked up on my thoughts.
"You. Stay." I croaked, gripping onto Renesmees hand tighter.
"I won't leave." She smiled sadly at me. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Tears sprang to her eyes.
"No! It's not your fault! It's Jacobs. He better hope he never lets me get ahold of him." I grumbled, shocked but somehow still not surprised my sweet sister would blame herself.
"You don't have to think about him anymore. I ended our relationship." She sniffed.
"What?" I gasped.
"Do you honestly think I would stay with my controlling and overprotective boyfriend after he tried to kill my twin sister?!" She exclaimed, making me aware of a migraine I had brewing intensely behind my eyelids.
"I just thought...you know since you're his imprint..."
"I always have had a choice." She smirked defiantly.
I went to hug her, but pain radiated through my throat and chest, causing me to scream.
"It's okay, it's okay." Grandpa shushed my screams of torture and injected something into my IV. Cold medication spread through my veins, quickly numbing my body.
"Your injuries are very severe. You had cuts filled with wood, glass, and dirt from when Jacob threw you, several broken ribs from the two story drop, a severe concussion, your leg was barely still attached, and the tendons in your neck were shredded." Grandpa explained.
"So, were you able to fix me?"
"Yes, miraculously. Your cuts healed themselves after I cleaned them, I tapped your ribs, you slept your concussion off, your leg took a lot of work, and thanks to help from your dad, we were able to repair most of your neck."
"Should I be aware of any lasting effects?" I asked.
"Well, you may have migraines for awhile from your concussion and you may have to build back up strength in your leg..."
"Tell me about my neck. I know there's something wrong with it. You keep thinking 'don't tell her yet.' and that's concerning me." I demanded.
"Fine." He sighed. "Melody, your neck will feel very tight, your tendons are stretched. But they should relax after awhile. Melody, sweetheart, you have some very extensive scarring." He smiled sadly and handed me a mirror.
I was shocked at my reflection.
I had a still fleshy scar from literally every tooth Jacob has. His wide werewolf jaw wrapped around my shoulder, plunging his incisors deep into my neck, shoulder, and back.
"Oh my god." I breathed.
"It will be okay Melody." Renesmee rubbed my arm and smiled at me.
"Hey, at least I look like a badass." I smirked, trying to make myself feel better from this gaping hole in my heart.
"Melody." Grandpa chided my language, causing laughter from my family members.
"So, when can I get back to work?" I asked.
"Oh, you're on bedrest for a week after the type of damage you took!" Grandpa laughed.
"A week! I don't have a week!" I cried out.
"Well...maybe I would be willing to let you up tomorrow. If you'll drink the blood I'm having to pump you full of. The transfusions aren't doing much good for you, your body wants to drink it directly." Grandpa smirked.
Either I can wait and be let go in a week, a week's worth of training and planning wasted in the meantime, or I can chug a few gallons of disgusting blood and be let go tomorrow morning. I could spend tomorrow training myself to walk again and healing up the rest of my injuries and get back into intensive training by the next day.
"I'll drink the blood." I sighed. "I can't waste anymore time."
"Thank God." Grandpa muttered as he and Grandma left to go get the blood from the freezer in the garage.
"Its really good Melody, you may be surprised to find out that you actually enjoy it!" Renesmee laughed.
"You know, if we didn't look so much alike, sometimes I would swear we're so different there's no way we're possibly related." I giggled.
"So what? Blood makes you a little woozy! You get that from your mother! You're still part vampire and you still need the nutrition it will give you. This is going to help you Melody." Dad smiled at me.
"Please just drink it Melody, please, for my sake? You have no idea of the pain it causes me to see you so hurt like this when I know after a couple pints of blood you'll feel so much better!" Mom cried and she successfully made me feel guilty.
"I already said I would! I can't be held up in a hospital bed anymore then I already have. How long was I out?" I asked, suddenly realizing I had no idea what date it was.
"Since Friday, so...eight days." Dad sighed.
"Eight days!" I exclaimed.
"Please calm down Melody." Mom sighed, worried I would hurt myself.
"Calm down? The monster hasn't been in training for eight days! She was making such great progress and now that's all wasted?" I sighed.
"Actually, Aro called. He instructed her to go back to Volterra immediately. She left on Wednesday." Dad sighed deeply.
"Do you think he knows I want to dethrone him?" I asked panicked.
"No, she's able to influence his gift with her own. She shows him what she wants him to know." Mom said.
"But the Monster has been known to double cross me before! What if he convinces her to tell him!" I cried.
"Mother was very much in control of herself when she left, thanks to you. Cried when she hugged me and kissed Carlisles cheek and everything, just like she used too." Dad responded.
"How did she make such progress in only a few days?" I asked.
"Well, your grandfather kept her in therapy a majority of the time, to really solidify her mental state." Mom responded.
Carlisle and Esme came in then, both looking a little on edge about something, and Grandpa quickly hooked up an IV bag full of warm blood.
The smell of iron hit me and I dry heaved.
"I know this will be difficult for you, just hold your breath and take deep gulps, you'll be done before you know it." Grandpa gave me a warm, kind smile, as he offered me the tube for the IV.
"What do I do?" I asked, gesturing to the closed tube.
"Bite into it." He shrugged.
Obviously.
I bit into the cold tubing and hot blood flooded my mouth.
It was tangy and hot and...strangely addicting.
I sucked down large gulps at a time, letting it fill my every sense. How have I gone this long without blood? How did I ever think this was disgusting? I could feel my heart beating stronger in my chest, my blood flowing faster in my veins, my body temperature rising. It was exhilarating.
"Way to go Cullen!" Renesmee cheered.