Yeah, I don't really know what's going on here either. Stephenie Meyer owns all names and people and things, I own the rest. There's a special place in heaven for Capricorn75 for walking me through some whiny emails and also to killerlashes, who is basically the Hermione to my Harry.
This WILL BE and Edward/Leah story. I just need you to know that if you decide to take this journey. :)
Thanks for reading!
He didn't know his life was missing anything…until he met her.
Out of sight doesn't necessarily mean out of mind.
Blind Ambition – Chapter One
Edward tapped his fingers anxiously on the arm of his wheelchair, blowing out a sigh. He was tired of sitting, tired of the awkward conversations explaining how he ended up in it. Most of all, he was tired of feeling helpless. Edward wanted his life back…and maybe some of his dignity, too.
"Here, I brought you some disgusting coffee from the waiting area." His best friend and current chauffeur, Jasper, tapped him on the forearm and carefully handed him a paper cup.
Edward smelled the coffee and then sipped it tentatively, hearing Jasper's laughter at the face he made.
"It's like sludge," Edward managed to choke out. "How could you do that to a guy? Seriously, you're such a-"
"Oh, someone should have warned you about the coffee," a voice said from behind him, cutting off whatever insult he had. Edward turned toward it, hearing her movement as the scent of vanilla floated toward him. It was a nice, feminine scent that gave him part of a mental image of what the doctor looked like. The other part he made up on his own: tall, leggy, and blonde...just for fun.
"It's pretty powerful," he said while trying to hand the cup back to Jasper.
"I did tell him it was disgusting, you know," Jasper threw out.
"Our head nurse isn't the best at making coffee, but she insists on doing it every day. No one has the heart to tell her how awful it is," the doctor said as she stepped into the room fully and closed the door. Her voice was soft but commanding, like she had no trouble putting people in their places.
"Maybe someone should," Jasper muttered from beside Edward. Edward rolled his eyes behind his designer sunglasses and shook his head at his friend.
The doctor laughed, and Edward heard her move toward him. "I'm Dr. Clearwater," she said, holding out her hand. She watched as the blond man touched her patient's arm and how he automatically lifted his hand to shake hers.
"Edward Cullen. This poor bastard is my brother-in-law and caregiver for the day, Jasper."
"Nice to meet you both. I've gone over your file, Edward, and have started working on a plan for your recovery. Can you tell me a little about your car accident?"
Jasper laughed a cough and Edward turned his head toward his friend.
"It was more of a…vehicular assault," Edward replied with a small smile.
Dr. Clearwater glanced between Edward and his friend, confused.
"He was crossing the street and got hit by a teenager who ran a red light," Jasper explained.
"You could say I didn't see her coming." Edward grinned and tapped on his wayfarers with one finger.
"You're such an asshole," his friend muttered, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.
"Am I missing something?" Dr. Clearwater asked, trying not to smile.
"I'm legally blind, doctor. My friend here thinks I walked into traffic on purpose, but I'm not that desperate to die," Edward said with a slight shrug.
"Oh. I must've missed that in your charts..." she muttered to herself.
"It's okay. I say legally because I can still see shadows and shapes, but eventually I'll be completely blind and-" he cut off when Jasper's hand gently squeezed his shoulder. Most people weren't comfortable talking about their defects, but sometimes Edward simply had a problem shutting up. "Sorry, I get carried away," he said sheepishly with a nod toward his friend.
Jasper sighed and stood, taking the hint and clapping Edward on the shoulder before exiting the room.
"What I'm really interested in is getting out of this chair," Edward told the doctor once he heard the door close. "I'm getting married in six months and I plan on walking down the aisle, not rolling."
Dr. Clearwater smiled. "Well, you've come to the right place. Can you get you up on the table? That way I can see what I'm working with."
Edward gave a quiet chuckle and slowly lifted himself from his chair. It was painful, but he pushed through. Dr. Clearwater took his elbow and led him to the exam table, guiding him to sit. She rested her hand on his knee, just as there was a knock on the door. It swung open, and they both turned as a slim brunette rushed into the room.
"There you are, sweetie!" She bustled into the room and rushed to Edward, kissing his cheek and pulling the sunglasses off his face, revealing a pair of bright green eyes. He blinked quickly and grabbed her hand, and then she turned quickly to the doctor.
"I'm Bella, Edward's fiancée. We've heard great things about your practice," she said as she turned to Dr. Clearwater.
"Leah Clearwater. I have high hopes for Edward's recovery…as soon I can get my hands on him."
Bella's eyes widened, but she stepped away. Leah stepped forward and began asking Edward questions, running her hands over his legs, bending his knees, while he sat stoically, breathing deeply and trying hard not to wince.
"You are a doctor…right?" Bella asked while she watched Leah manhandle her fiancé.
"I have a doctorate in physical therapy," Leah answered, not looking away from Edward. "Which is why you chose me, I assume."
Bella made a noncommittal noise, which caused Edward to smile. She was cute when she was jealous.
"I'd like to set up a schedule today, so we can begin as soon as possible. Are you able to do that?" Leah asked, and Edward nodded.
"I own my own business, so I'm pretty flexible. It's just the matter of finding a ride…"
"We have services that can bring you to and from therapy, if needed," Leah explained.
"I'm sure we'll work something out, baby," Bella told him, rubbing his shoulder gently.
"Okay!" Leah said brightly. "Let me get some things together and I'll meet the two of you in my office. Down the hall, second door on the left." She left the room quickly and Bella helped Edward slip from the table and back into his chair.
"She's pretty," Bella observed as they made their way down the hall.
"I wouldn't know," Edward teased, and she shoved his shoulder.
"Jerk," she muttered.
He shrugged. "Just being honest."
"Yeah, you just better watch it, playboy."
"I'll do my best, sweetheart," Edward replied with a laugh, fully intending to be on his best behavior. He'd meant what he told Dr. Clearwater: he was going to walk down the aisle, and she was going to be the one to make it happen for him, that he knew for sure.