I want your honest opinions, like I did with the breaking dawn theories please!!
I shot down the highway at almost one-hundred-miles per hour, to the hospital where Carlisle worked.
I could still taste Bella Swan's scent in the back of my mouth. So sweet, like lavender...or fresia...?
I ground my teeth together, and clamped my hands down hard on the steering wheel, at the same time trying to keep it in one piece.
I needed a distraction. I popped in a Debussy CD, one of my favorites. It did little to calm me, but I was distracted as I tried to find each pattern of música in the songs. I would trade cars with Carlisle, if I decided to leave, at least.
I pulled into a vacant parking el espacio and jumped out of the car, taking slow, deep breaths through my mouth, trying to wash it out.
Once inside, the hospital's odor did the trick, and I was able to think much más clearly.
"Dr. Cullen, please," I requested to Mrs. Hobbins, the hospital's secretary. I drummed my fingers on the counter while she moved at an unbearably slow human pace to check his schedule on the computer.