A/N: I know that I really shouldn't do this, but I couldn't help it! I have another multi chapter story already in progress, but I just couldn't resist until I got this idea out of my head. This won't be a full story though, perhaps only four to five chapters. Hopefully you will like this story as much as you like Blessing in Disguise. Be sure to check out that story and the story's tumblr blog!

Please enjoy this chapter!

Glass Roses

Chapter One


A piercing scream sliced through the air like a sharp knife, chilling my body down to the core. Without a doubt, I wanted to yell at the person to stop their screaming. But for some reason, I couldn't get any words to form or any to leave my parting lips. None of the words I wanted to say were flowing through my lips, before I realized that my parting lips were doing something besides speaking.

I was the one with the piercing scream.

I looked around me, as I realized that I had good reason to be screaming. In front of my car, right in front, was an SUV whose bumper enveloped mine. I couldn't make out the driver in the seat, but I could make a limp figure in the passenger seat. My stomach churned, thinking that of what that person's predicament would end up to be.

I looked down at my hands, which were incredibly bloody. Whose blood is that? I smelled the rusty odour my car stunk of. I knew it was inevitable that I would feel very nauseous in the next few minutes and that my car seats would be filled with vomit and blood. But somehow I didn't vomit, thankfully; but it didn't help my case.

My head was pounding as if a thousand bricks were dropped on it. My chest hurt when I breathed in.

I laid my head on to the seat, but I felt my chest tighten by what I assumed was from the impact of the air bag. I desperately wanted to get out of here, but all I could make out through the windows were crowds of people hovering the crash site.

I sighed, but again a sharp jolt of pain hit my leg. My eyes widened when I realized my right leg was engulfed by the smashed material in front of me.

I hadn't realized that at that moment that I was still screaming- at the top of my lungs.

When I faintly heard sirens, that was when it hit me.

I was the one with a crushed leg.

I was the one with the piercing scream.

I was the one in a very serious car accident.

Oh my God.

I felt myself getting drowsy, and I knew that I should try to keep my eyes open. And not be engulfed by unconsciousness.

I couldn't do anything about it though, as I felt myself closing my eyes. All I wanted to do was sleep.

And sleep, I shall.

I tried so hard to open my eyes but I couldn't. I couldn't even figure out why.

I tried to pick up from whatever my ears could pick up, ears being my only way to figure out what was going on.

A surprising velvet voice was speaking through the icy, tense atmosphere, I could feel it. I was immensely surprised by the eloquence of the voice – it sounded like an angel.

That was when it hit me. Was I dead?

I tried to open my eyes or say something so hard, but nothing would work. How could I be dead? I was just driving home when I felt –

The blinding white light.

The screeching metal.

The rusty smell of blood.

Piercing screams – my right leg...

Oh my God. I was dead! But I couldn't be! What would this do to Jane?

I wanted to let out a piercing scream right there that would rival the one I had in my car. I wanted to get out of this darkness – anywhere but here.

I heard the voice again, and I knew that maybe he would save me. Be my saviour.

"How is she doing?" I heard him ask.

What do you think? I am in pain!

"She is faring a lot better than she was when she was brought in. I think the recovery process should be fine," I heard a high voice reply.

"That's a relief. She wasn't doing that great when she came out of surgery," his voice replied.

It felt comforting to hear the relief in his voice. It was strangely so reassuring that the angel felt happy to see me alright.

Wait, did that mean that I wasn't dead? I honestly didn't know the answer to the question, so I let it rest when I heard in on the rest of the conversation.

"Well, don't hesitate to notify me if there are any concerns. Even at night. She's...someone I know and it would be nice to know that she will be fine." The velvet voice faded away as he spoke those words.

I wanted to beg him not to go and leave me alone, but I knew that I had to fight my own battle.

And that meant that now I had to try to wake up.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a bleak white wall in front of me. Beside me, I saw random tubes flowing in and out around me. That was when it hit me.

I was in a hospital.

And I was alive. I breathed out a sigh of relief, which must have been heard by someone when I saw a nurse with platinum blonde hair come rushing towards me.

"Are you alright, Ms. Bennet?" her high voice shrieked.

So this was the annoying woman with the angel. That meant that the angel must be here.

I nodded, scared that my voice would be hoarse from all my screaming.

She gave me a genuine smile, as she offered her hands for reassurance. "I'm Nurse Jackie, but you can just call me Jackie. Can you speak, my dear?"

I take back the annoying comment. This woman was far from annoying, but endearing and very kind. I opened my mouth and let out a coarse, "Yes."

My voice didn't catch me off guard, because I knew just how sore my voice would be. My throat was on fire, and my leg hurt so much

And I really wanted to know where my sister was. I called out, "Jane?"

"Hold on moment, honey, I'm going to call Dr. Darcy." She left the room so abruptly that I felt hurt by the brisk movement.

I looked down at my right leg and but contrary to what I thought, there was no cast. Sighing, I looked over the bedside table. There were many bouquets of flowers and teddy bears.

I laid back onto the mattress, revelling on the name Dr. Darcy. He must have been the angel I heard, when I was in the darkness. He had to be. But wait…Darcy? Was he -

I heard someone clear their throat, and after I turned my head, I could almost feel my jaw drop down to the floor. Never in a million years did I expect to see him again.

His tousled brown hair accentuated his striking brown eyes, though they looked rather tired. He was very tall and fit, I could see, by how his shirt was tight around his chest. His coat was over his navy blue button up shirt and black slacks. Around his neck was a stethoscope and in his hands a clipboard.

"Hello, Elizabeth. I am Dr. Darcy," I nodded, finally recognizing the eloquent owner of the velvet voice. I was slightly surprised by his formal address as though he did not know me. He checked his charts, before asking the nurse to leave.

She happily complied, leaving me alone with the angel.

He faced me and gave me a heart-tugging smile, beaming his perfect white teeth. "I am so relieved that you are awake, Elizabeth. You never gave up on that operating table, that's for sure."

"Darcy?" I managed to croak out with my sore voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Darcy…" I trailed off, speaking a bit louder nonetheless.

His gazed changed instantly as he replied, "You remember me, Elizabeth?"

I could feel the blush creeping up on my cheeks as I felt scrutinized underneath his intense gaze. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. Out of all the doctors out there, why did it have to be him who tended to me? I frowned slightly, whispering a hoarse, "Yes."

Always exploring and unleashing,

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