I went to go see Charlie the dia after his ‘accident’. Carlisle had told the other doctors that Charlie had tripped while cooking and hit his head off the corner of the cozinha table. Charlie didn’t disagree with that. I was surprised. I thought that he would turn me in, tell the police that I had tried to murder him. But he didn’t. When he saw he smiled widely. This shocked me. I know I wouldn’t be smiling at the person who had tried to kill me.
“Kayla,” he welcomed me, his voice full of warmth. His head was wrapped in a white bandage. “How are you?”
I sat down on the chair seguinte to his bed. I watched him, carefully. Maybe the knock to his head had somehow warped his brain.
“Me?” I said. “I’m not the one with an inch thick of bandages round my head. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” he said, still smiling. “Absolutely brilliant.”
I was beginning to worry about Charlie. Had they drugged him up so much that he was actually high? Was my father stoned?
“Maybe I should get a doctor.” I stood up and looked down the corridor searching for any nurse or doctor. But the corridor was empty.
“I’m fine,” Charlie assured me. “Really.”
I sat back down and watched him carefully.
“So, Kayla, where have you been staying?”
“With Edward.”
“That’s great,” Charlie beamed at me. His eyes were all crinkly and shining with happiness. I was sure he was stoned.
“Maybe I should get someone Charlie,” I said, standing up again. “Really, you’re not right.”
“I’m fine,” he said, loudly. “Sit down.”
“I just said I stayed with Edward. You said that was great. You don’t like Edward. You want us to be on separate continents. You are not fine.”
“I’m just a little happy,” Charlie waved his hand dismissively.
“A little happy? I could say I have sixteen tattoos, eleven piercings and I’m pregnant and you would wish me good luck on my job interview! You are mais than a little happy. You’re stoned!”
“I am not.”
“Charlie. How much drugs did they give you?”
“None actually,” Charlie said. “I have no drip, see?”
He didn’t have a drip but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have been injected with the drugs. But maybe was actually just happy. Maybe I had knocked some sense into him. Or he was brain damaged. Did he even remember that Edward was a vampire?
“Charlie,” I said. “Do you know that Edward’s a vampire?”
Charlie’s eyes were, confused. Then he nodded.
“Do you know he’s a vampire?” he asked in a stage whisper.
I rolled my eyes. He was trying to be funny.
“I’m confused,” I sat down again. “Since when were you happy with Edward?”
“Since yesterday,” he said, his smile gone.
“What do you mean?” I asked, tentatively.
“You were going to leave me,” he said. “You were going back to England because I was being a right asshole. I realised it’s time to let you make your own mistakes.”
“This isn’t a mistake,” I said, fiercely. “We amor each other.”
“Of course you do,” he agreed. “For now. I just have to wait until you two get bored with each other. It’s only a matter of time.”
I glared at him but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t going to get bored with Edward and I was sure Edward wouldn’t get bored with me. But on the bright side - at least he was letting us see each other.
“Oh, Dr Cullen,” Charlie was smiling again.
I looked at the door of his room and saw Carlisle and Edward there. I smiled at both of them and Edward was close to laughing. I think I knew why. Charlie was grinning from ear to ear at the two Cullens. I was beginning to get scared.
“Have you drugged him?” I asked Carlisle, watching Charlie grinning.
“Just a little,” Carlisle smiled. “Just to take the pain away.”
“Not enough to do any damage?”
“No.”
“Damn,” I said. If Charlie was like this drugged up I want to keep it that way.
“Are you ready to go?” Edward asked me.
“Yeah,” I stood up. “Bye, Charlie.”
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Charlie asked, jutting out his cheek.
I quickly kissed his cheek and ran to Edward.
“Help me,” I whispered to him.
Edward only smiled and took my hand. Carlisle walked over to Charlie and began to ask him some general questions.
I waved quickly at Charlie before I pulled Edward out of the room. We were only two paces away from Charlie’s room before we heard Carlisle’s worried voice.
“Charlie? Charlie? Can you hear me? Charlie?”
Edward and I turned to each other at the same time. He registered my worried eyes and tried to go back to the room but I wouldn’t move. I didn’t want to go in. I didn’t want to see what was happening. I didn’t want to but Edward dragged me in. Charlie’s entire body was shaking and his eyes were rolled back into his head. Carlisle was trying to hold him still but Charlie was shaking too violently.
“Kayla,” Edward was holding my hand tightly. He knew I wanted to run to Charlie and he was trying to hold me back.
“Charlie?” I said, loudly.
Edward put his other hand on my arm. He knew what I was going to do. Two nurses ran into the room and started working on Charlie. One turned him onto his side and held him there. Another had a tray of needles and drugs in her hand. She held it out to Carlisle.
“Charlie!” I screamed.
I tried to run to Charlie but Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back.
Carlisle was now injecting Charlie with whatever drug was in the needle. I slapped at Edward’s hand but I might as well have hit a mural for all it did. Charlie’s shaking began to slow and finally stopped. His eyes shuddered shut and he went limp.
“I need him booked in for a CAT scan ASAP.” Carlisle put the needle back in the tray.
One of the nurses nodded and left the room.
“He will need an IV drip,” Carlisle said to the other nurse.
She nodded but before she left she stopped in front of me.
“Are you ok?” she asked me.
Edward relaxed his grip and positioned me behind him.
“She’s fine,” he smiled sweetly at the nurse. “Just a bit shocked.”
She nodded wisely and left.
Edward was wrong. I wasn’t a bit shocked. I was a lot shocked. I had just witnessed Charlie have a fit and now Charlie was unconscious. He had to have a CAT scan. He could have something wrong with his brain. It was my fault.
“Kayla,” Edward murmured.
Carlisle walked over to us.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Carlisle assured me. “It isn’t uncommon for patients with head injuries to fit.”
“Right after they receive the head injury,” I said.
“Yes but it isn’t uncommon even a dia after,” Carlisle said.
I nodded. I had to trust Carlisle. He had been a doctor for years and years. He was right. He had to be.
“He is,” Edward whispered softly in my ear.
“Don’t worry, Kayla,” Carlisle spoke sincerely. “I will take care of him personally and I promise you he will recover.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” Edward took my hand. “Let’s go. Charlie needs to rest.”
“Yes,” Carlisle agreed. “You should go and calm down. Get your head around this.”
I nodded again and let Edward steer me out of Charlie’s room.