Chapter Twelve: Wake Up

Jasper's POV

I was sitting on a chair in the corner of the medium sized hospital room. Isabella was still in her coma like sleep, and the rest of my family had left hours ago. I turned my wrist, briefly glancing at my watch. 5:07. Carlisle was tending to another patient and said that he would return around six.

Until then, I was stuck waiting. Isabella's hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyelids remained closed, much to my dismay. I stared at her, sighing. I was hoping Carlisle hadn't drilled her with questions so soon. But knowing him-and his sometimes hyper-enthusiastic self-he probably did.

Isabella's form shifted on the mattress a bit and I stood, walking over, and sitting on a chair that was positioned beside it. Her eyelids opened, and in the flick of a moment, she was upright in the bed, eyes wide, a terrified expression plastered to her face.

"Isabella?" I questioned, standing and stepping to the end of the bed to see her face better. She turned away, and brought her knees to her chest, whimpering a little. Her IVs and heart monitor wires were all twisted up now, and would surely come loose if I didn't do something about it.

I pressed the nurse button. Now, I am sure you were expecting me to do something about it. But this girl has been hurt her whole life, and she is more likely to trust a nurse.... than me.