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A/N: Yeah! An update! I had a problem where it seems as if my beta ran away from me again. I had this chapter done for over a week, but I hadn't heard from her. Many thanks to SweetishBubble and itlnbrt for looking this over for me since I was getting desperate. I really like to have someone check over things before I post because I make the stupidest little mistakes.
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A mix of old fashioned and modern day where castles, horse drawn carriages, television and cell phones coexist. Prince Emmett saves Rose from an uncertain future in a neighboring kingdom and doesn't want to give her up. Rose feels comfortable and secure with Emmett, but as a poor peasant is she meant to be with him forever?
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Chapter 45: KILLED ON IMPACT
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
Instructions were being yelled. I sensed there were more people quickly shuffling around me. Immobile and confused as hell, I felt myself being lifted up on a backboard. I tried to turn my neck, but couldn't because of the brace that felt as if it was suffocating me.
"Emmett!" I screamed. "Where's my brother?"
A stranger's face came into my view. "Calm down kid, you're not helping yourself."
They ignored my inquiries and attempted to ask me questions. How did I feel? Did anything hurt? What year was it?
"My head," I informed them, not really caring much about myself. Somewhere during my ordeal I must have cried. It felt as if tears had slid down my checks and my nose felt weird. I sniffed and, oh, that was stupid because it suddenly hurt. A lot. "My nose."
Those strangers were EMT's and they lifted the backboard I was on and loaded me into the back of an ambulance. In a vain attempt to get off the stretcher to look for Emmett I tried to twist my body. No go. In my weakened and impaired state the EMTs were easily able to stop my actions.
"He's going to hurt himself."
I felt a pain in my arm. "Ouch! What are you doing to me?"
"What's your name, kid? We're going to take you to the hospital."
The other EMT flashed a light into my eyes. "What's your name?"
"Edward Cullen," I answered. "Where's my brother? What did you do to me?"
"We gave you a little something to calm you down." The EMT said. "Just relax. When you wake up you'll be at the hospital."
Suddenly I felt groggy. It hit me so fast, like a ton of bricks. I was so out of it. My eyes wanted to close and I could feel my body relaxing. I tried to fight the feeling, but it was useless. Those damn EMTs had drugged me.
And before my eyelids involuntarily closed, I drifted off into an induced unconsciousness and the last words I heard were "...killed on impact."
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What the hell? Shut up. I had a headache.
Wait, where was I? I was lying down like last time. Somewhere. But where?
There was something warm on my right hand, weighing it down. It moved a little bit, shifted away and then came back.
There was movement to my left hand side. The beeping stopped. There was a rush of noise and then it went quiet again. I could hear muffled voices in the distance.
I tried to open my eyes a little bit and everything was hazy, blurry. I attempted to blink and everything became a bit clearer, but the light was blindingly bright. Overwhelmed, my eyes slammed shut.
Then it all came back to me. The accident. What happened to Emmett? Moaning, I turned my head to the right.
Was I in a hospital? Maybe that was the beeping noise. Unless heaven suddenly had beepers. Or hell, though I didn't think I was that bad of a person to go there. I was basically a stereotypical teenage boy – I was horny too often for my own good, sometimes swore excessively, but other than that, I hadn't been too bad. Right?
I tried opening my eyes again. Oh, that was better. Everything was becoming clearer, but still too bright. My mouth felt like cotton. I attempted to move my fingers, but I wasn't sure if anything happened. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
That had been a first.
And to think, Charlie hadn't been here to witness it. He'd pop a bottle of champagne in celebration.
I tried opening my eyes again and saw lots of white. I wasn't surrounded by flames, so I wasn't in hell. At least I hoped that was the case. The weight had been lifted from my hand and I heard a shuffling noise next to me. Slowly opening my eyes again, I turned my head and blinked. Esme was sitting by my bedside, aimlessly flipping through the pages of a magazine, not stopping on one page long enough to even read anything.
"Mom?" My voice cracked.
Esme's head snapped in my direction. "Edward?" She bolted from the chair and stood next to my bedside. Her hand reached out toward me, wiping hair off my forehead.
She smiled faintly. "It's Esme, how do you feel?"
"Mom," I paused because my throat felt as dry as a desert. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened."
I apologized over and over but it would never be enough. I killed her first born.
I was crying hysterically, tears streaming down my face, over my lips and down my neck. Esme suddenly spoke to no one in particular, "My son is awake, but he's very agitated."
"Someone will be right there," a feminine voice said. She must have pressed a button somewhere on my bed to call a nurse.
"I'm so sorry, Mom, I'm so sorry." I kept on repeating that phrase over and over. Like it would somehow make everything better. Like it would make anything better. Like it would bring Emmett back. "I know you'll never forgive me, but I'm so sorry."
As Esme was trying to force me back down on the bed a nurse rushed in and went to my left side. Within seconds I felt weak and my mind was in a fog.
That damn nurse had drugged me.
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There was no beeping this time. I had a dull headache again or was it still? I wasn't sure it had ever gone away. My eyelids were heavy as I groaned and tried to open them. I felt the bed shift on both sides, as if people had sat down.
Yes, that was my name, but I wasn't quite ready to answer to it.
"Edward?" Carlisle's voice called out to me again. "Try to wake up son."
"He's really out of it this time," Esme said. "Maybe he was given too much."
"Edward, I need you to wake up and stay calm." Carlisle's voice was eerily serene for what had happened. "Come on, try to wake up."
My eyelids fluttered open, but quickly slammed shut. They did that same action a few more times before I was able to keep them open.
"I'm so sorry." My voice cracked. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing, Edward," Carlisle said sternly. "Emmett's going to be okay. His left arm is broken and like you, he suffered a concussion, some scrapes, and a few facial burns from the airbag going off in your faces."
Emmett wasn't dead. Tears sprang to my eyes. "Are you sure?" My voice was so gravely that I didn't recognize it.
"Yes, I'm very sure that he's alive. I've seen him with my own two eyes. He wrote a note for you." Carlisle reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out a folded up piece of paper, and handed it to me.
He helped me unfold it. Upon viewing the note the words were foggy and I couldn't concentrate. "That's his hand writing, but I can't see it well enough yet. Can you read it to me?"
"Sure," he nodded. Carlisle took the note back and looked down at it. "Dear Moron, You have now graduated to Shithead." Carlisle laughed. "You and your brother are so nice to each other."
I grinned. "It's all said with love, Dad."
"Yeah, I'm sure it is." He chuckled and then continued. "I'm okay. My arm left arm is broken and the doctor said it should heal normally in six weeks. You are so lucky that it's my left one that's broken and not my right. I'm right handed so if I had broken it you'd be wiping my ass until it's healed. Seriously, I'm okay. Stop getting hysterical when you wake up. It's not manly, Shithead. I'm good. Dad said that when you wake up and calm down we can visit each other. He's going to hijack a wheelchair and spring me. Don't tell Mom."
Carlisle stopped and looked at Esme. "Sorry, honey."
Esme rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't get us kicked out of the hospital."
"There's no reason they can't visit each other if the visitor is in a wheelchair." Carlisle noted and returned to Emmett's letter. "Anyway, that's all. Mom said you were worried about me so I wanted to let you know that I'm a few doors down from you in this damn hospital. Oh, hey, when you finally are able to get up and go to the bathroom make sure you close the back of your damn hospital gown. Don't scare a nurse and make her scream like I did. Love ya bro, see you soon. Doofus."
Esme put a hand over her mouth and stifled laughter. "Did he really flash a nurse?"
"He not only flashed a nurse, but he flashed me as well."
"And you weren't blinded by the light of his pale white butt?" I asked seriously.
"Good to see you're feeling better." Carlisle laughed and I felt Esme's hand on my arm, rubbing it reassuringly.
"I still feel out of it somewhat." I went to wipe at my face with my left hand, but Carlisle reached out and stopped me.
"Your nose is broken," he explained. "You need to be careful for the next two to three weeks while it heals."
"What else is wrong with me?" I had been so worried about Emmett, thinking I had killed him, I didn't know if anything was wrong with me.
"Your nose is the worst of it and you have dark bruises under your eyes from that. The air bag went off in front of you so you have some burns on your face and chest." Carlisle was in full doctor mode, but thankfully explaining everything in words I could understand. I wasn't sure I could handle medical jargon quite yet. "You'll be fine. Your body needs time to heal. The two of you are very lucky."
Esme came at me with a tissue, gently wiping at my tear streaked face and taking extra care around my nose. "You do kind of look like hell though, dear," she said and Carlisle smiled at her comment. "Just be prepared for when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time."
"I'm confused about something," I admitted. "The last thing I remember from the car is that Emmett wasn't there. How did he survive?"
"Someone was looking out for him." Esme whispered the words quietly.
Carlisle nodded. "He was thrown from the car and landed on a ledge below."
He didn't have to tell me that it had been a close call. Although I still felt woozy and scatter brained from being knocked out, I could see it on both of their faces. There was no doubt that the ledge had saved Emmett's life. I had never been so thankful for a jutted out piece of land.
There was a knock at the door and Carlisle instructed the person to enter. A middle-aged woman in a white coat entered and smiled at me. "I heard you had woken and I wanted to come and formally meet you."
She walked over and stood next to Carlisle. "Edward, my name is Dr. Christine Leckadams. Do you have any questions for me?"
I frowned. "I don't think so. My dad just told me about my injuries."
"You'll need to take it easy for a few days," she explained. "No activities that require too much concentration for long periods of time. Don't watch television, read, or use your computer and phone or anything for an extended period of time. If you get a headache you can take Tylenol. Don't take aspirin or products that contain aspirin. When you get back home you'll need to have a follow up CT scan just to make sure you've fully healed from the concussion and that there's no complications." She took out a light, looked into my eyes and asked me a few questions like the EMT's had concerning my name, what year it was, and who was the current President. "I know your father knows all this, but I need to tell you, too." Dr. Leckadams winked at me. "I'm going to prescribe an ointment for your burns. It'll help them heal and prevent scarring."
She made notes on a clipboard and talked to my parents. I was told to report anything odd to my parents because of the concussion.
"What's in the IV? I'm not going to be knocked out again, am I?" I asked curiously.
"It's a standard saline drip to keep you hydrated," the doctor informed me with a smile. "That won't knock you out. The valium did that. It can come out soon."
"Can I have something to drink?" I asked. "My mouth is so dry."
"You can have some water and if there are no problems then the IV can come out." The doctor wrote down some more notes and left.
"I'll go get you some ice water. Be right back," Esme announced as she reached for a tall Styrofoam container on my bedside table.
I was so thirsty it felt like I could drink the entire container. "Thanks, Mom."
She left and Carlisle was looking at me oddly. "What?"
He just shook his head and smiled. "Nothing," he muttered.
"Maybe you should go and hang out with Emmett for a while," I suggested "I don't want him to be alone."
"Tony is with him."
Confusion set in. "Wait, how long was I out? What day is it?"
Carlisle shifted on my bed. "It's the same day, but it's night time now."
I was still confused. While Tony didn't live in Forks, he didn't live any closer to California than we did. "How did Tony get down here so fast?"
"He was actually in San Francisco at a medical conference, so when I called him he hauled it on over as you would say. So, how are you really feeling?"
I shrugged. "Tired, achy, and my mouth is so dry I think I could drink the entire contents of a swimming pool."
"That's not unusual, so you're normal."
"First time in my life I can be classified as normal."
Carlisle grinned. "First time for everything."
There was a banging against the door and a small commotion outside. The door started to open and then closed again. "I'm driving and steering, I can't open the door too! Work with me here!" Esme said from outside.
The door suddenly kicked open and Emmett, sitting in a wheelchair, rushed in with Esme behind him. He held out his good arm to stop the door from slamming shut on them. "Ta da!" he announced.
"And she was worried about you sneaking him out?" I asked Carlisle before turning to Esme. "Hypocrite!"
"I couldn't help it." Esme maneuvered the chair over to my bed. Emmett held the Styrofoam container between his knees. "The wheelchair was sitting right there outside of his room. It was like a sign. I'm slightly surprised there wasn't a bright light shining down on it from the heavens."
Emmett placed the container on a table and then wheeled it in front of me. "If that thing was any closer I would have frozen my gonads off for you."
"I appreciate your sacrifice." Esme poured me a cup of ice water and handed it over to me. Before my lips met the cup Carlisle stopped me.
"Take it slow and sip so you don't throw up."
The intake of water went fine, but after a while the water needed to exit and that's when things went wrong. Horribly wrong.
I ended up flashing my father, mother, and brother. In unison all three of them yelled, "I'm blind!" and for extra measure Emmett shouted out, "The whiteness!" Esme surprised me by stating, "It's so bright, I gotta wear shades!" which made Carlisle and Emmett crack up. Okay, I had to admit that I laughed too.
Never in my life had I wanted a pair of boxer briefs more. Underwear is not to be taken for granted. I was so glad that Alice was not present for my edition of show and tell.
When I finally made my way into the bathroom and saw my reflection I realized that Esme had been right. Damn, I looked like hell. I barely resembled myself. In fact, I'd probably scare small children.
The IV was taken out and even though the needle wasn't in my arm anymore, it felt as if it was. Without the IV it was easier to move around and go to the bathroom. I had feared ripping the damn thing out of my arm since my first disastrous trip where I flashed my family.
I wanted to call Bella, but it was late and I didn't want to wake her and piss off Charlie. Feeling tired once again, I fell asleep. The next two days were boring as Emmett and I tried to keep occupied, but since we couldn't stare at anything for long periods of time we didn't have many options. Tony got us a deck of playing cards from the hospital gift shop and we played a few hands of poker.
"Pst," I nudged Emmett. "Don't you wish we had your deck of playing cards instead?" I asked in reference to the scantily clad set he had bought in Seattle.
He smiled widely at my comment. "That'd be sweet."
As if Tony knew what we were talking about, he squealed, "Oooh, naked girls, huh?" which made us laugh and our parents question us. It was the first time Tony had not been serious since I had seen him. He seemed anxious and jumpy.
The next day Frank and Irene brought Alice to visit us. Her arms latched around my neck in a tight hug and I had to unfurl her fingers so I could breathe. "I'm okay, sis, unless you're trying to kill me."
She finally let go and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm just glad your okay." Afraid she was going to make herself have a panic attack, I made her sit down and breathe.
Irene had gotten us some underwear, sweat pants, and sweat shirts and Dr. Leckadams told us we could leave our room as long as someone was with us. The hospital had a squared off mini park-like area with trees and flowers, so we went outside and sat on the bench, glad to get some fresh air.
I was finally able to talk with Bella and reassure her that I was ok. She sounded relieved and I knew she was concerned about me. "I'm going to hug the stuffing out of you when I see you," she said. "You scared me."
"Just watch my nose and you can squeeze anything else you'd like."
I had been sitting outside with Carlisle when he had given me my iPhone, which hadn't succumbed to any serious damage due to it being in my back pocket at the time of the accident. Turning it on, an odd feeling settled over me, but why?
"Edward, are you okay?" he asked from my side. "You look like you're going to throw up."
"I think the accident made me forget something." I knew it did, and it was important for me to remember. But why? "Looking at my phone made me realize that."
"Temporary memory loss isn't unusual." Carlisle paused. "Why don't you look through your phone and see if something jogs your memory."
I clicked through the apps and nothing happened. No recognition of any kind. I had started to get a headache and was about to give up, when I clicked on the last grouping of apps I had labeled "AT&T." It was full of those apps that were supplied on the phone that you couldn't delete and usually never used. Like the default calculator and voice memos.
I clicked on it and then brought up the recordings. There was one from the day that I had met with Camilla.
"Carlisle," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I figured it out. I remembered what I had forgotten."
"What is it, son?"
I pressed the recording on the phone and it started playing. "I recorded my conversation with Camilla. She admitted to kidnapping me."
It was odd to hear my own voice on the recording. Camilla spoke and I remembered how much hatred she spouted. "We should get this to the police. She could finally be charged with what she did."
Carlisle swallowed hard. "No, she can't be."
"Why?" Was he covering for his own mother? "Are you afraid of her?"
He shook his head. "No, I was never afraid of her. I loathed her."
"What is it then?"
"Edward, your grandmother is dead."
AN: Ding, dong, the witch is dead! How does that make you feel? Review, review, review please, thanks! You should know by now that I need validation! :)
And for those of you who swore to kill me, you can take it back now. Emmett is alive!