Reaching for my phone, I turned it on and noticed I had
twenty new messages. All from dear old dad. I listened to the first message and
it was my father ranting and raving about how I was lazy ass fuck who didn’t
care for him. I was a spoiled brat that would rather spend the night
gallivanting then helping him. I cried as I listened to him scream at me on the
phone, through his messages.
I deleted the rest of the messages, not wanting to listen to
the vitriol my dad was spewing. However, I steeled myself against his actual
rants as I dialed his number. It barely rang when Charlie screamed into the
phone. “You ungrateful bitch! Where are you?” he bellowed.
“Nice, Dad,” I spat. “You are always worried about your
bullshit. Never thinking that I could possibly be hurt.”
“Let me guess. You had a clumsy moment and you broke a nail?”
he asked tauntingly.
“No, Dad. I did fall but I did more than break a nail. I
have a concussion and I’m at the hospital,” I lied. “I’m being held for
observation since I lost consciousness. If you need help, talk to Sam Uley who
lives below us.”
“You’re being observed at the fucking hospital? God,
Isabella. You are such a fucking klutz. How long did you lose consciousness? A
minute? Fuck that shit. Come home. Right now,” he growled.
Edward came back upstairs and was holding a plate with a
sandwich and a glass of water. He saw my tears and beckoned for the phone. “Hold
on, Dad,” I said. “My doctor wants to speak with you.” I stared at Edward. “I
told him that I was admitted to the hospital for observation.”
Edward nodded and held the phone to his ear. “Mr. Swan? This
is Dr. Cullen. I was the physician on duty when your daughter was brought in,
unconscious and unresponsive. It’s hospital policy for a patient to be kept for
observation since the probability of said patient falling into a coma due to an
intracranial bleed or cerebral hematoma.
Yes, she can leave but it would be against medical advice and since she’s a
staff member of this hospital, she would not be allowed to return to work until
she was cleared by her regular physician,” Edward said, pinching his nose. “LOOK,
Mr. Swan. She’s admitted and is not leaving. Obviously, you are too selfish to
realize the real danger that your daughter is in. If you cannot care for
yourself, I can give you a few names of in-home health care nurses that are
covered by Medicaid. Fine, call my superiors. Good luck with that, sir.” He
clicked off the phone and tossed it on the bed. “Your dad’s an asshole.”
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