Twilight Preferences and Imagines

Preference 10: You get hurt while he's away from you

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This preference has been edited yet again! I hope you all love this revised version, and I shall have the rest of the book edited hopefully soon! Stay awesome, my lovelies, and more shall be on the way! :) :D

Edward: It was a fine Sunday morning when you awoke in your very comfy bed to the sun streaming into your eyes. You got up and walked to your bathroom only to trip, epicly faceplant on hardwood floors, and roll over your ankle. "Goddammit!", you cussed without thinking as you looked at your ankle and saw it facing you; that wasn't how one's ankle should bend. You swore bone was sticking out from where the joint was and you knew then you needed more help than you had currently.

Your father wasn't home, so you crawled on the floor back to your bedroom and grabbed your phone from the desk. You didn't look too hard as you dialed Edward's cell phone number in your contacts. He answered almost immediately, "(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

You inhaled and shakily said, "I-I broke my ankle. I need help." The pain was excruciating, and you didn't try to hold back the sobs escaping your body. Tears also flooded your vision, and you didn't wipe them away as you fully registered what'd happened mere moments ago.

Edward growled and told you, "Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you." You nodded and hung up, knowing he'd be there at literal lightning speed.

Jasper: It was a normal school day one fine Friday morning as you and your classmates enjoyed gym class outside; nothing could go wrong. That is, until you heard growling and saw Laraunt in the trees by the school (a/n: I had to put him in this one, it made sense. And sorry for the wrong spelling! :) ) stalking you like the animal he was and you were his prey. You squeaked and ran back towards the school, but he was quicker; you'd somehow forgotten about his vampire speed. As you ran for your life, you felt a scratch across your entire back; he'd made contact with what he wanted. You screamed bloody murder as your blood gushed from the deep gashes in your back. As blackness crept upon your vision, the last thing you saw was Jasper's scared eyes staring at you.

Emmett: It was a fine spring day and you were driving to the Cullen house to see Emmett. Because no one was on the road, driving was a breeze. However, black ice said "Hello!" and you drove right over it. Your steering wheel turned a hard right, and your hands gripped onto it to turn it back. The car skidded as a result and you screamed for help, but there was no one in sight. The car flipped over multiple times and it came to rest on its roof with an almighty THUD! Instead of getting Emmett, Rosalie answered, "Y/N? Where are you?"

You answered as best as you could, "Car accident. Send help." Before you could hang up, everything went black.

A/N: A user pointed out that I got the heart transplant part of this preference wrong, so to them I say thank you so much for doing that. I have now done the research on how a heart transplant works and will be including that information in this oneshot; the sequel will also most likely be fixed as well, so stay tuned for that tonight, lovely readers. If there is any content issues in later preferences or imagines, please feel free to tell me and I will fix them to the best of my ability! Now, let's get to it! :) :D

Carlisle: The hospital was in its normal nightly rush hour one Sunday evening. You were in your office meeting with a patient while waiting to hear if one of your regular severely anemic patients was getting the heart transplant you recommended about a month ago; the timeline of events blurred together for you regarding this particular patient, so you lost track of the exact surgery date. Four hours into the meeting, one of the on-duty nurses told you a donor heart was ready and the operating room was prepped for you to begin; Carlisle would normally help you, but he was feeding with his family. Politely excusing yourself and getting your jacket on, you headed to the operating room while making sure no one was in your way. You were normally pretty calm before an operation, but since you were also wondering when Carlisle would get home, your brain and feet weren't in sync. This therefore meant that when you were almost five feet away from washing your hands, your right foot tripped you up and you went crashing to the ground. You hit your head on the metal sink and saw stars when your body touched the tiles outside the operating theater. One of your fellow surgeons poked his head out, saw you laying on the ground cradling your head in your hands, and nodded at you before going back inside to begin the operation without you. This wouldn't be fun when Carlisle heard about it.

A/N #2: Source I used for my information➡️https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/treatment-tests-and-therapies/heart-transplant