Protector

Lies, Happiness & Hope

Chapter 5

Jasper POV

I stared wide-eyed at the young doctor. I had no idea what to say to him. How could I make up a cover story when he had already convinced himself otherwise? I suppose it must have been obvious. How many children visit the hospital multiple times in a month? Obviously the other doctors that treated us were too busy to even consider checking our files. Usually they would bandage everything up, give us some pain medication and we would be on our way,

"Well Jasper?" Dr. Cullen asked in a concerned voice,

"Nothing, like I said, we were in an accident." I was pleased with my answer. I could just refuse to tell him the specifics of the accident due to embarrassment. I wasn't obligated to tell him,

"Oh," He raised his eyebrow at me,

"Yes. Rosalie and I were sadly not gifted with grace and are extremely clumsy." I said trying to make my voice sound upbeat in an attempt to lighten the mood again. It seemed to work,

"Well okay Jasper," I could tell he wasn't completely convinced, "I will have a nurse bandage the scratches and I will prescribe both you and you're sister with pain medication." He began writing on a clipboard he had taken from the end of the bed I was lying on,

"Thank you Doctor Cullen." I smiled at him,

"Please, call me Carlisle," I nodded, "And Jasper, if you would like to talk to me, anytime, please call me." He handed me a business card he pulled out from his white lab coat,

"Of course Carlisle," It felt very strange to call him that. It felt even stranger that he was Alice's dad,

"Anytime Jasper, my mobile, house and hospital extension numbers are there." I nodded as he left the cubicle. A few minutes later a small nurse came in, cleaned my wounds and bandaged them. I winced at the stinging of the antiseptic. When she was finished I went to Rosalie's cubicle. The nurse had told me that she refused for anyone to touch her until I was with her. I entered her cubicle and her small, sad face lit up at the sight of me,

"Jazzy!" she exclaimed,

"Hey Rosie Posie, what's up?" I chuckled. Clearly Rosalie was in some sort of shock if we were using our old childhood nicknames. When something bad happened she would act like a little kid again,

"They wanted to fix my hand, but I wanted you to hold my other one." She said in a squeaky voice,

"Okay Rosie." I smiled warmly,

"Jazzy, will it hurt?" She asked innocently,

"A little, but you have to be brave." I said. She nodded sharply at me and a nurse entered the cubicle. Rosalie bit her lip as the nurse walked over to her,

"Okay Miss Hale, I am just going to put this splint on you're wrist and clean up you're wounds and then you can go." She smiled delicately; Rosalie simply looked at her with a blank face. The nurse turned to look at me and I nodded and smiled weakly at her. She began wiping Rosalie's wounds and to my shock Rose cried. She never cried In front of anyway apart from me. I was utterly horrified. The nurse continued her work; she was clearly used to this reaction. After the scratches were bandaged up, she gently placed the splint on Rosalie's hand. Once the nurse finished she handed me a prescription and left the cubicle. I turned to Rosalie,

"Well Rosie Posie, are we ready to go home?" I asked her quietly,

"Can we go and get ice cream from the store?" Rosalie questioned me. I laughed,

"Sure we can." I helped her carefully off of the bed and picked up her bag for her. We walked hand in hand out of the hospital, as we were leaving I noticed Carlisle at the reception. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I help Rose into the car and I sped off to the store to buy her some ice cream.