"Bella, honey?" Esme called us the stairs, "I'm going to the store, we ran out of noodles. I'll be right back." She added.

I sighed. "Alright Emse, have fun." And then silence.

I grinned. The only reason I was at the Cullen's house right now was because all the "kids" were hunting and they didn't trust me enough on my on to not see Jacob.

Now, usually Esme would let me do what I want (within reason). But Jake and I had a bit of a falling out. Well . . . it was more of a major falling out. I went to tell him of my engagement to Edward, and how after that we'd be leaving town and Edward would be changing me. He didn't take it so well. Actually it went horribly, he got so angry he phased, and accidently attacked me. I ended up in the hospital and a cast on my arm.

And ever since that incident I haven't been able to see or talk to him. Esme being gone provided me with the perfect opportunity.

I hopped the unnecessary bed and ran to the cell phone Edward insisted on buying me.

Pressing the #8 button, I waited impatiently for the phone to be picked up.

"Hello?"

"Jacob??" My voice screamed in relief and happiness.

"Bella? I thought the blood suckers were keeping you on a tight leash now a days."

I ignored the jab. "Jake, Esme just left to get groceries, Carlisle is at the hospital, and the rest of them are hunting! Can I come over? I've really missed you!"

"Bella. I don't want to see you. Your with the leeches now."

"Jake . . . You're my best friend. I'm coming over."

"Not anymore."

Quickly I flipped the cell phone shut and grabbed my bag. Then just as quickly I ran out of Edward's room – our room- and down the stairs. Tears blurring my vision.

Now let me just say that the latter was a complete mistake. I should know better than to run down stairs, or up stairs for that matter. You know what, I should just never run at all. Or become a vampire.

Now that sounds like an excellent solution.

A loud groan escaped my lips as I felt the familiar rush of air meet my face, the exceedingly familiar felling of the stairs on my body, and the extremely recognizable feeling of gravity taking over my movements.

Then all the air in my lungs rushed out of me as I hit the ground. My leg was bent in a very strange way, my body sprawled all over the place.

Wincing I stood up and grabbed the closest form of support near me, which just happened to be the railing I forgot all about while running down the stairs. Stupid traitor. I decided to test for injures. I moved my arms . . . nope. Turned my torso and stomach . . . nope. Put pressure on my head . . . nope, just a slight headache. Left leg . . . nope. Leg that was twisted underneath me in a very weird way . . . OW! Oh my VAMPIRE! That killed.

Suddenly Esme appeared in front of me.

I jumped, my heart accelerating. She smiled. Seriously, what is it about my human reactions that amuse them?

"Are you alright sweetie? I heard you fall but I was too far away to get in fast enough."

I now had to weigh my options. 1, I tell I'm in agonizing pain and allow her to take me to the hospital, she calls for Carlisle (who laughs at my clumsiness), I then end up leaving in a cast and stuck with the Cullen's carrying me everywhere. Again and eventually I have to tell them about Jacob. Option 2, I tell her I'm fine, stay in pain, but avoid an embarrassing trip to the hospital and no Jacob.

Option 2 it is.

I smiled. "I'm fine Esme. I fall down the stairs all the time. I'm probably immune to injuries now." As expected, my blush betrayed me.

She raised her eyebrows. "You're blushing."

I blushed at her noticing. Stupid blush.

"I do that a lot." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Now, she'll know something is up for sure. I NEVER EVER am snappy towards Esme unless I'm under stress (from lying) or annoyed, or upset. She probably knew I was lying and that I was upset.

I heard her sigh. "Bella, where are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt." Might as well stay in the annoying teenage role.

"Stubborn as always." She mumbled. "I'll bring you to the hospital, regardless of if you need to go or not, if you do not tell me where you're hurt."

"You'll bring me to the hospital?" I asked, incredulous. Did she really think I would go calmly to the hospital?

"Yes." She stared at me.

"Well, I'm not hurt so . . . No need for any hospitals. I just bruised my leg. Nothing a pack of ice couldn't fix." I blushed again.

Her hands were immediately on my leg, the incredibly hurting one, and they were applying a small amount of pressure.

I couldn't stop the small whimper that emitted from my lips. A human wouldn't have heard it. But a vampire with super hearing, I might as well have screamed it in her ear.

"I think it's broken. Let's go pay a visit to Carlisle."

"NO!" I screamed. A hospital would only remind me of Jacob, the exact person I wanted to see right now. But they would only remind me of the bad.

She raised her eyebrows at me. "No?"

"I – I mean, I'm fine. I don't need the hospital." I stuttered, sounding very much like her daughter and her my mother. When did that even happen?

"Belal honey, you need to go and quickly, because if the bone sets before we get there than Carlisle will have to re-break it."

Oh, there was NO way I was going to the hospital now.

I shook my head rapidly.

"Don't move. I'll be right back I'm just going to call Carlisle to tell him we're coming. "She disappeared.

I scowled. My leg was NOT broken, it was just a sprain. Okay, so maybe it was broken. We didn't have to go to the hospital. I didn't need to be reminded of someone I wasn't even allowed to see.

Ignoring her rule I took a step towards the kitchen, using the wall as a support. I took another, and another. Almost there! Maybe I could get to the phone, call Jacob back.

Suddenly I was in the air. I glared up at the person carrying me, and then stopped. How could anyone remain angry at Esme?

"Off to the hospital." She said.

Oh right. That's how. I started to struggle, kicking with my good leg, flailing all my working limbs, aiming not to hurt her. Well, not to attempt to hurt her, hitting Esme would only end up in more injuries for me.

She stilled for a second, and then her arms wrapped around all my limbs, ceasing all movement with her stupid vampire strength.

She gave me a warm smile. "Bella, we have to go, honey. Now please stop before you hurt yourself."

I frowned. I hate hospitals.

She buckled me into the car and then sped off towards the hospital. The journey went way too fast.

My door was being opened and I looked up at the smiling face of Carlisle. Why was he in the parking lot? I was not going into the hospital, even if Esme dragged me.

Then it clicked. Esme couldn't carry or drag me anywhere without it looking suspicious. She must have told Carlisle to come outside to do it. If he carried me it showed nothing but a caring soon-to-be father –in-law. UGH! Stupid smart vampires. You know what, vampires in general are stupid.

"Hey Bella. Heard you took a trip down the stairs." He smiled.

I scowled at him, then crossed my arms over my chest and seatbelt. I was NOT getting out of this car. I HATE hospitals. I HATE the memories, they provide. James, Jacob, Edward speaking about leaving, school bullies . . . the list goes on.

He sighed, "Honey, can't you please just take off your seatbelt and make this easier on us. I even brought crutches so you don't have to be carried."

I shook my head.

He sighed again. And very slowly, so I knew what he was doing, he reached around me a clicked my buckle open. My crossed arms kept it from completely undoing. He quickly made short work of that, with just one of his hands he uncrossed my arms and let the seatbelt slide up the rest of the way. "One last try. Would you like the crutches or will I have to carry you?"

"I don't like hospitals Carlisle. Please, can't you just fix it at your house?" I pleaded.

He shook his head and then lifted me into his arms. Doing the same thing as Esme did before, wrapping his arms around my limbs. Effortlessly keeping me still and bringing me inside the hospital to the x-ray room.

He held out a hospital gown to Esme and then turned around. Within seconds, before I even realized what was going on, my clothes were in a neat pile on the bed next to me and I was in a hospital gown. I blush out of embarrassment. I could have changed myself.

Once all the tests were run, we found out that my leg was broken and thankfully did not need to be re-broken. Esme left the room eventually, saying something about visiting the children's ward. I was left sitting in silence with Carlisle, feeling incredibly stupid and childish with my previous actions. I looked down, a blush filling my face. I was probably bright red by now.

Carlisle said nothing until my cast was left to dry. After washing his hands he came towards me and lifted up my head in one of his hands. I tried to look away, but I was unable to turn my head. I averted my eyes. "I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling the best lately."

"Is this about why you fell?" His golden eyes stared into my dull brown ones.

I tried to turn my head, with no success. "Can I just go home?" I whispered. I wanted to get out of the hospital. All that I could see were the memories of the previous reasons why I ended up in these familiar walls.

His eyes looked concerned "Esme?" He called in a normal voice. There was a slight pause and then he turn back towards me. "Esme is going to sign you out. We're all heading back to the house. We'll have to talk about this, before the others get back."