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I can hardly see through the haze that seems to inhabit the club as I weave my way through the crowd, attempting to find my friends I came here with. I'm beginning to think that I should have waited for the bathroom until I got back home- the relief isn't worth the effort of trying to find them. I spend the next few minutes standing still, observing everyone at the club. The amount of people grinding in public always disgusts me. It's one of the main reasons I hate going to clubs and bars.

I take my friends' advice and go out just this once and this is what happens- I'm stranded in the middle of humping people by myself. Great. I'm contemplating leaving as I spot a familiar head of black hair. I slowly make my way through the remainder of the crowd towards Alice, feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I'm happy to no longer be alone; on the other hand, the familiar heartache that accompanies me whenever I'm around her flares up.

"Bella! Where were you? We've been waiting here practically forever." Alice's words are slurred and blend together, making it difficult for me to understand her. I take a minute to process her words. And to possibly notice how nice she looks in red.

"I was in the bathroom. The line was really long." I say. After all, that explanation seems good enough to me.

"Oh. Are you having fun? 'Cause I'm having fun! It means so much to me that you came out with us. I would feel just awful if we left you in the house by yourself again." Alice has always been an emotional drunk, and tonight apparently is not an exception.

It's just like Alice to home in on the fact that I don't enjoy going out with her and her friends. I like going out, just not to the places Alice and her boyfriend Jasper go. They almost always go to places like this club and then come home smashed, which I don't mind. I'd just rather not be a participant. I've been their roommate for two years and this is only the second time I've ever gone out with them. The first one was to celebrate my moving in, this time it's to celebrate Jasper getting a promotion at his construction job.

"Tons of fun, Alice. Just tons of fun." I doubt Alice is paying enough attention to pick up on my sarcasm. "I think that I'm going to head home. Do you think that you guys can make it home okay?" I ask looking around for Jasper. Alice dances off and I am momentarily distracted from my Jasper searching. Stop it, Bella. You're in public, I tell myself. When I spot him I wave him over.

"What's wrong Bella?" Jasper asks noticing how my eyes occasionally drift over to where Alice is twirling around.

"Nothing. I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading home for the night. I have an early class tomorrow." My excuse is flimsy, but Jasper doesn't question it.

"Be careful. Lock the door when you get home, I have my keys."

"Okay."

I take off without another word. Once outside I flag down a cab and tell the driver my address. The ride is over too soon-I am faced with the knowledge that this is my life. I have no social life outside of Alice and Jasper so if I choose not to hang out with them, I am basically forced to sit by myself and read a book or something. With the door safely locked behind me, I try not to mope too much as I shower. After all, it was my choice to come home early. If only the circumstances were different, perhaps we would all three be the best of friends. If only I didn't hold an unreasonable amount of jealousy for Jasper.

My bed seems to be extra comfortable tonight, so I sit on the edge as I brush my hair. I should really get a haircut soon; my hair is almost to my waist, but Alice thinks it looks good long.

Alice. There's the root of my recent emotional turmoil. It's hard being in love with someone when you know there's not even a slight possibility that anything will ever happen. I know, for sure, Alice will never be interested in me as anything other than a friend, but for some reason I can't stop myself from loving her. I know she's straight and she's in love with Jasper but I still can't stop myself from getting overly excited when she texts me or compliments me or just generally acknowledges my existence. I'm pathetic.

Then, there's always the issue that Jasper will probably kick me out of the house one day soon. I know he's noticed the way I look at Alice, even if she hasn't. I often look away from Alice only to meet Jasper's eyes. He's never said anything to me, but I figure it's only a matter of time until he's had enough of my weirdness. I really dread the day that happens.

I'm not even positive they know I'm a lesbian. I've never mentioned it and they've never asked. Alice has always just assumed that I'm too busy to date and I don't think Jasper ever really cared until I started falling for Alice. I'm sure it will eventually come out, I just hope neither one of them hate me when it does. They've never seemed homophobic but they will probably be mad that I've never mentioned it before. At least Alice will be, I'm pretty sure Jasper suspects. I really hope that we'll at least remain friends once they find out. I've had a few friends who completely freaked when I opened up to them about my sexuality.

The worst reaction, by far, was my mother's. Renee had never been accepting of anyone who was different- I was no exception. How she found out, I'm still not sure but I will never forget the look of pure hatred on Renee's face as she kicked me out of her house. I was only sixteen. Thankfully my dad took me in without any questions. We've never discussed why I was kicked out and I've never really told anyone else that I don't like guys. I haven't spoken to Renee since the night she kicked me out six years ago.

I'm brought back to the present by a key being fumbled into the lock on the door. I can hear Alice and Jasper stumble into their room and a short while later I hear the telltale moans of what is sure to be a long night. My already bad mood gets a little worse and I decide that I will probably get no sleep tonight. I really do have a class in the morning and this is sure to put me in a bad mood for tomorrow as well. This is probably the worst thing about living here. Sure, I get to see Alice in various states of undress around the house, but more often than not, I also get to hear the things that got her into the various states of undress. As their moaning picks up, a ridiculous amount of jealousy and rage shoots through me.

Pulling on my gray sweat pants, running shoes and a hoodie, I grab my phone, my keys and leave. I decide to run my regular two mile route. As long as I have to be up, I might as well get some exercise. My legs burn with the familiar feeling of the run not long after I start. My phone begins blaring and I know it's one of my roommate calling me. I push myself to go faster as another wave of rage courses through me, even though I know I have no reason to be feeling this way.

When my run is through, I decide to walk a little to avoid going home. At this rate I'm probably going to watch the sunrise in a dirty laundromat. My head hurts at the thought of me having a nice soft bed at home and instead of being in it, I'm walking down a deserted street at 3am to avoid listening to the girl I love having sex. What has my life come to? This is one of those questions that never really seem to have an answer.

My eyelids begin to droop and I realize I've wasted enough time walking. I pick up the pace and begin to run at almost full speed. I make it almost half way home before I trip. The fall is bad, I know this as I hit the pavement. I can hear the sickening crunch of bone yielding as I land with a strangled yelp. I try to right myself and promptly collapse back onto the ground. As much as I don't want it, I need help.

I take my phone out of my pocket- it had miraculously survived the fall and dial Alice. I listen to the phone ring seven times- then Alice's cheery voice saying to leave a message. I hang up and dial Jasper- getting the same result. I growl in frustration and hang up. The pain is beginning to fully set in- I know that I need to go to a hospital. With it being the only option, I dial 911 and listen to the phone ringing.

"911, what's the location of your emergency?" a polite voice asked once they got me connected to the right part of the city.

"I'm at the corner of West and 33rd street." I whimper.

"Okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

" I was running and I fell. I'm pretty sure something is broke, I can't stand up." I explain in a rush. I can hear the pain in my voice as I speak.

"We're sending an ambulance right now. I'm going to stay on the phone with you until the ambulance gets there." the operator tells me.

I'm grateful- while I didn't worry about my safety during my run, now it just seems like every rustle of the wind is someone waiting to rob me. I've never noticed how creepy a deserted street is after dark until now.

It's not long before I can see and hear the ambulance making its way towards me. I relay this information to the operator and we end the call. The pain is overwhelming and I can feel tears leaking from my eyes. The ambulance pulls up beside me- two paramedics jump out, making their way over to where I am. A man approaches me while a woman appears to be getting gear out of the bright white and red vehicle.

"Can you tell me what happened?" the male paramedic asks when he kneels on the ground next to me with a clipboard.

"I was running- I tripped on something and fell. I tried to get up but I can't stand. My friends didn't answer their phones so I called 911." The explanation is rather short but the guy doesn't say anything until he looks up from the clipboard.

"Does your back or neck hurt?"

"No, it's my knee. Maybe part of my leg and my head."

"Alright, we're going to get you loaded up and on the way to the hospital. My name's Jake by the way, that's Leah." he says pointing to the female wheeling over a stretcher with a leg brace on it. "I'm going to put the back board underneath you and then we'll lift you onto the stretcher. Okay?" Jake asks though he doesn't wait for my response before he begins shoving a rough piece of hard yellow plastic under my back. "On three Leah. One. Two. Three."

On three Jake and Leah lift the yellow plastic and place me onto the stretcher, which isn't much more comfortable. The stretcher picks up every little rock and bump it seems, jostling my leg and causing me to emit high pitched whimpers of pain.

As we get closer to the flashing lights, I notice that both Jake and Leah appear to be Native American, which isn't unusual for the area. There are several reservations in Washington and a lot of Native Americans live in the surrounding areas. Jake is tall and well muscled with short black, spiky hair.

Leah has the same shade of skin and hair as Jake, but that's where the similarities end. Her hair is long and silky; her facial structure looks exotic and delicate. She looks toned and, from what I can tell, is several inches taller than my five foot three. She glances down at me as I'm being lifted into the ambulance and my heart rate spikes- I feel butterflies in my stomach for the first Alice unrelated time in two years. Now is not the time to be crushing on girls, I tell myself. Even if they are super attractive.

"I'll ride." Leah tells Jake as my stretcher is locked into place.

She then proceeds to hop up into the ambulance and take a seat next to the stretcher. My heart skips another beat as she catches my eyes. Her eyes are almost black, but I can see flecks of cinnamon color in them as she looks away. Jake shuts the doors and makes his way around to the driver seat.

"Do you have a hospital preference?"Jake asks as he begins to pull off.

"Seattle General. My roommate's dad works there." I explain.

I look over at Leah and I can feel my face turn red when I notice that she's already looking at me. Probably because you're a patient,my mental voice tells me and my face turns even redder.

" Name, age and date of birth please." Leah says picking up her clipboard. Her voice reminds me of honey and silk.

"Isabella Swan, 22, September 13, 1991." I recite. I lick my lips as Leah writes the information. Every time I look over at her my mouth seems to go dry.

"I need your social security number, phone number and your medical insurance card, if you have it." I give her my social security and phone number, but explain that I don't have my insurance information right now. "That's fine, we'll get it at the hospital. Do you need to call anyone?"

"No. I already tried calling my roommates. They're..er...preoccupied." I stutter as my face turns bright red again- I hate blushing.

"Oh, I see. Is that why you were running?" Leah looks genuinely curious as she asks this question. I feel an odd sense of comfort with her and I find myself responding.

"Yeah, I have an early class in a few hours and I figured that if I couldn't sleep I might as well do something worth my time." I suddenly feel self conscious as Leah looks over my running attire. Why didn't I wear my new outfit?

"Do you run often?"

"At least every other day." I say, my eyes drifting back to Leah. The bright lights are beginning to give me an even bigger headache.

"Maybe we can go running together sometime." she suggests. My pain dims even further at the thought of spending non mandatory time with Leah.

"That sounds great. If I'm allowed to run again any time soon." I sigh looking down at my leg.

"Well even if not, we can go running when your leg is better." I look up and I know the smile on my face is ridiculous looking at best.

We're broken out of our little bubble by Jake hollering from the front of the ambulance. "We'll be there in about two minutes. Do you have the paper work filled out?"

"Yes, Jake. You do know that I graduated at the same time you did, right? I wasn't hired because of my looks. I know how to do my job." Jake ignores her and continues driving. "Men." she mutters. "He thinks that I can't do my job as well as he can because he's a guy and I'm not."

I nod in sympathy. "What an ass." I say.

"You girls do know that I can hear every word that you're saying?" Leah and I smirk.

Jake stops the ambulance and Leah leans over me to release the stretcher from the lock. I can't help but enjoy the view. When Jake opens the doors, I can tell by the look that he gives me that I've been caught.

Leah hops out as I begin panicking internally. Jake will probably tell her about my ogling later and they'll both have a good laugh about it. At this thought, my eyes fill up again with unshed tears. Leah notices and asks if my leg is hurting worse now. I nod- she seems to accept it. Jake, however, looks as if he knows I'm lying, but doesn't say anything. They wheel the stretcher into the emergency room and stop at the front desk letting the staff know I'm here.

"Put her in room one. Dr. Cullen's waiting for her." a small blonde nurse says, pointing to a room behind a curtain. I'm wheeled into the room and transferred onto the hospital bed when Carlisle comes breezing in the room.

"Bella, what a surprise seeing you here. Leah, I haven't seen you in a while," Carlisle pauses and looks at Jake, "I don't really know who you are."

We all laugh before Carlisle ushers the paramedics out of the room. I'm sad to see Leah go but the throbbing of my leg quickly reminds me why I'm here.

"So after a couple of x-rays, we'll see what needs to be done. Why didn't Jasper and Alice bring you here?" Carlisle queries.

"They were...busy." I say. The look on Carlisle's face tells me he understands and he's not particularly happy. About 45 minutes after I'm taken to X-ray, Carlisle informs me I'm going to need surgery to repair my knee and broken leg. I'm taken into the operating room a short while later and thoroughly prepped for surgery. What a way to spend a Thursday night is my last thought as I'm put under anesthesia.


A/N Thanks for sticking it out to the end. I hope you enjoyed it, if not please let me know why. Constructive criticism is always helpful. Please review and let me know what you thought!

I will try to update frequently but I'm not going to put a for sure schedule up because I'm one of those people that just don't do well with deadlines.

Until next time,

Dawn:)