Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Chapter 25 is out!!!
We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!
11. Sterile and White
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Don't scream, don't scream, whatever you do, don't scream. I told myself this over and over again, swallowing the bitter tasting screams that threatened to erupt from my throat.
Where Paul had stood two seconds before now stood a large dark wolf with silver edged fur.
The wolf wasn't standing there calmly though, it was snarling and growling. Its sharp teeth were gleaming in the moonlight. The fur on the back of its neck was raised, a sign, I knew, meaning stay away.
I stood stock still, my palms out flat in front of me. "Paul?" I asked. The wolf looked at me through human eyes, but it still continued to growl. I took a step forward, slowly, even though he was still growling. I was always the kid who put there face near strange dogs, so walking towards a growling wolf, that could kill me in a single swipe, was no big thing to me.
The wolf snapped at me, I stopped shocked. "Paul…" I started, feeling scared and ridiculous. "I believe you, you can change back now." He didn't change though, the wolf stood there, barring its gleaming razor-sharp teeth at me. The wolf lunged forward slightly and I put my arms over my head as I ducked down. Another wolf hit Paul from the side as he leaped. I stared in shock as the other wolf, I couldn't tell what color he was, began to fight Paul. The other wolf quickly chased the dark silver wolf away, towards the woods at the end of the beach.
I stared, after them, shocked by what had just happened. I didn't understand. I thought Paul loved me, why would he attack me. I heard other voices converging on me as I just stared dumbly after the wolves.
I didn't move; I was a statue, molded out of the sand. I felt hands touch my shoulder and short soft gasps. I saw Sam running down the beach, tearing his shirt off as he sprinted, and then, he too, was replaced by a giant fur covered creature. The beach seemed to be littered with shreds of clothing and jeans. The rest of the boys charged off into the woods, following Sam’s lead. Emily, Mashaal and Leah stood by me, converging around like protective mother hens.
"I think we should get her to the hospital."
I hadn't felt it but there was a definite bite mark on my arm. Bloody puncture marks allowed a sickening red river to drip down my arm, and paint the sand a brutal scarlet. I just kept my eyes trained on the woods where the wolves had disappeared, as they gently lead me back up the beach. A trail of red drops following us.
"Do you think that she's in shock?"
"I don't know. I've never seen her like this."
"Billy, I'm going to take the truck. When the boys get back send them to the Forks Hospital."
The voices were just a background to me, I couldn't identify who was saying what, the only thing that raged within my mind was that Paul was a werewolf, but that didn't bother me, the fact that he had…bitten me was.
I was shifted on to the cool fabric of the car's interior. I felt cloth being wrapped around my arm, trying to stop the stream of blood from the wound. Hands fluttered over my forehead as the truck skidded and turned wildly along the dark roads. I blocked out the voices, and just closed my eyes. Paul had bitten me, he had hurt me. The words were like a demonic mantra repeating itself in my head till I was terrified of him, terrified to see him or think of him.
I didn't notice that we were at forks Hospital until the fluorescent white light of the hospitals flood lights had illuminated the inside of the car. I saw worried faces around me, but they all seemed to blend into one large motherly face.
I started to cry, realizing for the first time exactly what had gone wrong in my life. A month ago I had been a carefree teen who had been loved and trusted by her parents. Now I was a pregnant runaway who’s…boyfriend or whatever you would label him, turned into a giant wolf that had attacked me, or at least attempted to.
I was half carried, half walking through the constant mist of Washington into the white hospital waiting room. The sterile smells of cleaners burned in my nostrils and made me feel even more light-headed.
I don't know what really happened, but somewhere between being walking through the sliding doors and the receptionist's desk, I blacked out.
I woke up to the continuous monotone beeps of machinery. The room was dark, the blinds hanging over the window ensured that not the least bit of sunshine would wiggle its way into the room. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, as they scanned over the plan room. There wasn’t much to see, there was several shamrocks taped to the window, and a small chair in the corner. There was a heart monitor clip on my finger and the band-aid on my left arm told me that I used to have an IV. I wondered how long I had been out for.
I waited anxiously for the Nurse to enter after I pushed the small intercom button. A kind female doctor entered instead. She walked over and read the machine read-outs.
"You're looking much better, Miss. It's good to see that you're awake."
"How long have I been out?"
"Well, your body went into shock shortly after you arrived last night, and mixed with the blood loss you suffered, you've been out for a little over 8 hours."
I tried doing the math in my head. The doctor was bemused by my confused expression. "It's a little after 8 in the morning."
I shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "What about the baby?"
"Don't worry, we took an ultra sound and they are doing fine. The shock did not harm them at all."
"Wait, did you say they?" my eyes opened wider, "As in more then one."
"Yes, I do believe that you are having twins."
I just sat there, my mouth wide open. I was having twins. The doctor continued speaking to me, she reminded me of a Grandmother with her white hair and benign mannerisms.
"Since you are making a rather fast recovery given your situation, I think that you might be allowed some visitors." I nodded my head and sat up against the crisp, crinkling pillow cases. The fluorescent lights hummed slightly, but otherwise the room was silent as the doctor’s footsteps retreated down the hall from my room.
I wasn't surprised when moments later; Mashaal's tiny body throttled itself into the room and almost immediately ran and hugged me.
She started to talk quickly as the rest of the group filed in after her. "Oh my god, are you okay? Don't ever do that to me again. You just blacked out, I thought something was horribly wrong, and they wouldn't let me see you. I had to wait in the lobby the entire night and the nurse would just tell us that you weren't in critical condition, but nothing else."
"Mashaal, come down, I'm fine. Really."
I held up my bandage arm as proof. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure. You really scared me though."
Embry walked up behind Mashaal and gave her a hug. I knew that last night must have been really hard on my best friend.
The rest of the group from yesterday was now in the room. Making it seem impossibly small. Emily hugged me, though the rest of the boys stood awkwardly around. I searched the faces of the boys, all of whom seemed to be fully dressed for once. I guess hospitals really did have rules. I didn't see Paul among them.
I knew Emily must have noticed my anxiousness. "Sam's just talking to him in the hall, making sure he is…" she searched for the right word, "Calm."
Sam entered then, followed by a rather disconsolate and crest-fallen Paul. The guilt was visible in his stance. "I think we should leave them alone to talk." His voice made sure that everyone understood that this was an order not a suggestion.
The boys filed out amongst utterances of get betters, and see you soon’s. Emily walked over to Sam, and let herself be led out with his arm around her waist. Mashaal gave me one last hug before leaving. I didn't miss the murderous look she gave Paul before leaving either. Embry gave me a good luck smile whilst he closed the artificial wood door with an audible click; leaving the room empty except for Paul and I.
There was awkwardness between Paul and myself; something that hadn't been there before. I didn't look directly at him; instead I stared at my fingers as they wove into one another on top of my lap. I heard his footsteps as he moved to the bedside. His voice was broken; it seemed to encompass the pain he felt.
"Abby, I don't know how to make this right or how to make this up to you."
He seemed to babble. I stared up into his tear- glazed eyes. My own voice was somewhat unfeeling in comparison to his. "You could just say I'm sorry."
"Abby, I am so much more then sorry….."
- The start
- Fun and games
- His perfect heat
- In trouble
- Tears and caffeine
- All together Now!!!
- His car is so hot!
- Foot prints in the sand
- Firsts and Legends
- Bonfire stories
- Sterile and White
- Fears and Hospitals
- Old coffee
- Close encounters
- Solving problems
- Pizza with a Side of Christ
- Pizza, Yelling, & Nicknames
- It was all too good to last
- Morning Memories
- Stories dont always end with Happily ever after
- Irony hurts
- Make Peace with an empty town
- Comin' Clean
- White Lace
- Wedding Accomplisments
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