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 music in the songs. I would trade cars with Carlisle, if I decided to leave, at least.
I pulled into a vacant parking space 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 more 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.