Here is my new story. I also have one titled Falling For Butterflies. They arent' linked in any way, but just in case you were looking for some more reading material, there you go. :) Enjoy.
Stephenie Meyer owns all characters. :)
I stretch in bed and reach over to my left and that's when I feel the warmth of another body. All the previous night's activities come back to me. Another night, another chick. My mom and dad hate that I treat women like a pair of shoes. Just get one off (pun intended) and then I put another one right back on. Hey, don't judge, that was mom's analogy actually. Ah, my parents… where to begin. I have the greatest parents ever and I know everyone, well almost everyone, says that they have the best parents, but trust me it's really me that has the best.
My dad is a famous Neurosurgeon at Seattle Mercy. Yeah, Carlisle's a genius and he's the most compassionate person I've ever met, well next to my mom anyway. My mom Esme supports me in everything I do, even when I'm doing nothing, which is the current status I've selected. I told my parents the other night that I was taking a break from Medical School and was just going to live for a while. My dad was a little upset at first, but in the end I think he realized that it's my life, so my call. Yeah, like I said the best parents ever.
I look to the nightstand and see that it's time for me to get out of here before… shit, didn't even catch this one's name. Well, before whoever wakes up, definitely don't need a repeat of that Jessica Stanley chick. She was seriously messed up. I had meant for that to be an easy fuck, but nope no such luck. Karma can be a bitch like that. That girl turned stalkerish in a hurry, always calling and just 'dropping by' my dorm. Girl was crazy! I pull on my clothes and don't even look back as I head out the door.
On my way home (by home I mean my parents' house) I stop and get a coffee at a nearby coffee shop. I catch words from all the different conversations going on and hear someone bitching about how an employee hasn't shown up for work all week and they haven't been able to get in touch with them. I hear another going on in a dramatic way asking if anyone heard about that 'horrible' car accident that happened last weekend.
"Heard it was a head on collision. Head on into a semi. They say that one of the passengers actually survived it."
"There's no way! How could anyone survive hitting a semi head on at 60mph?"
"That's what I heard. That it was a man and woman in the front of the car that got killed, but their daughter who was lying down in the back survived."
"Did you hear how the girl was?"
"Nah, just that she survived it."
I finally got my coffee and headed towards my parents' house. When I got there I noticed my dad's car was once again not home. I haven't really seen too much of him this week. He's been at the hospital a lot more than usual. I've been meaning to ask my mom about that. I walk through the door and hear my mom humming from the kitchen.
"Hey mom." I say as I hop up onto the counter.
"Hey sweetie. You look rough." She said with a smile and I leaned down so she could kiss my cheek. Yeah, I'm a momma's boy…. What's it to ya?
"Yeah it was another fun-filled night. Where's dad?" I ask as I grab a piece of bacon off the plate as she passes me.
"He's at the hospital."
"He's been spending a lot of time there this week. What's going on? Everybody needing a new brain?" I laughed.
My mother gave me a smile, but no laugh. Uh, oh this is serious. "There's a new patient. He's grown attached to her."
"Do I need to have a talk with dad?"
She laughed then. "Oh no sweetie! It's not like that! I didn't mean attached like that. Her case is difficult, and…" My mom stopped and had a very distraught look come on her face.
I hopped off the counter and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Mom, what is it?"
"She has no family." My dad said as he walked into the kitchen, causing both me and my mom to jump.
"Honey, I thought you were going to be there most of the day." My mom said as she walked over to him.
"I was planning on it, but there's only so much I can take of sitting there and realizing that there's no one to contact for her."
"She has no family at all? How is that possible?" I asked baffled.
"Her parents are both deceased; they didn't have any siblings and both their parents had already passed away. She is an only child so there's no one we can contact. I just hate thinking that she's lying there in a hospital bed barely fighting for her life and there's no one there to encourage her to keep fighting. She's giving up, it's obvious."
"What do you mean honey?" My mom asked as she guided him to one of the kitchen chairs.
"Her vitals have dropped. I mean everything. Her blood pressure is so low, and her pulse just keeps decreasing. Her blood count is even worse than when she was brought in. I've looked for internal injuries, but can't find any. I've even had general surgeons in there trying to find the cause, but they're also coming up with nothing." My dad let his head fall into his hands.
"Dad, sorry, but I'm having a little trouble understanding how you're involved here. I mean is there brain damage or something? All the things you've said so far, sounds like mostly general surgeon's stuff. What happened to her anyway?"
"Sorry son, I forgot you weren't here when I got the call about her. She was in a car accident last weekend. Her parents were in the car with her. A semi driver fell asleep at the wheel and crossed the yellow line hitting them head on. Her mom was killed instantly." He sighed and tried to stop his tears before he went on. "Her dad was thrown through the windshield and he was still alive when they took him to the hospital. He even opened his eyes once at the scene." My dad took another shaky breath. "The paramedics that were on scene said that he kept trying to look around, like he was looking for someone. They assumed that he was searching for his wife and when they told him that she was on her way to the hospital he got upset. He kept repeating something over and over again. Finally one of the paramedics was able to catch what he was saying. He kept saying 'Bella, car'. The paramedic yelled for someone to check the car again, that there was possibly another victim. When a firefighter checked the car he didn't see her, but he noticed that the rear window of the car was completely broken. So he started searching around the scene and found her about 20 feet up from the accident lying in a ditch."
"Oh my god." I said as I could picture the whole scene in my head.
"They say that her father immediately calmed down as soon as they said that they had found her. They took him to the hospital and he died in surgery. There was just too much internal damage. His daughter, well, she's alive, but that's as good as it gets. She's in a coma. There is so much swelling around her brain that we didn't even have to induce the coma. Her back is broke and the surgeons say that could possibly be fixed, depending on how it heals while she's in the coma. They can't operate until the swelling around her brain goes down. She has multiple and I mean multiple internal injuries. I'm worried there could be brain damage when she finally does wake up."
"It's such a sad thing." My mom said shaking her head.
"How old is she dad?" I asked curious. It didn't sound like we were talking about a little girl.
"According to the driver license we found, she's 22. She's so young. It's so sad. I just wish that she wasn't there all alone."
"Maybe we could find someone who would be willing to sit with her for a certain amount of time every day. You know, keep her company and encourage her to fight." My mom said with a heartwarming smile. "I could sit with her on the days that I'm off."
My dad smiled at her. "Thanks honey, that's not a bad idea. I was planning to sit with her on some of my days off too." My dad pulled her into a one armed hug.
I cleared my throat. "Uh, I could sit with her on my days off too, well, whenever I get a job to have a day off." I gave a little laugh.
My dad's eyes lit up and I could see the light bulb actually form over his head. "Actually son, what if I made that your job?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well what if I pay you to sit with her every day. I'll pay you $40 an hour to sit with her for however long you can every day. It doesn't have to be all day, just whenever you can, but it does have to be every day. This way even though you're taking a break from medicine, you're still close to it." He raised his hand to me across the table. "Do we have a deal?" He asked with one of the famous crooked Cullen grins.
I sat there and thought about what he said. It's an easy way to make some cash. Visiting hours at the hospital are from 8am to 8pm so if I stayed the whole day with her then I would make $480 just for one day. This idea doesn't sound too bad. I looked up at my dad and smiled taking his hand to shake. "Alright, you have a deal."
Okay there's chapter 1... what do you think? Should I keep going?