The beeping of something to the right of me is the first thing I register. And then the cold fingers of someone probing my hand gently. My eyes flickered open, taking in the pristine hospital room I was in, and the blond haired doctor stood over me, a sympathetic look on his face. He could have been a model, why he was spending his days in a hospital in England was beyond me.

"How are you feeling Beatrice?" I groaned when I suddenly felt the pain at the back of my head, a throbbing sensation that had gone unnoticed until the doctor questioned it.

"I'll take that as not good" He laughed, sounding more like a melody to a beautiful song compared to how I laugh. "Esme said you took quite the tumble, and on your first day too. You remind me of one of my daughters." he said, chuckling to himself.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, and everything suddenly rushed back to me, at the same time as the blood rushed to my cheeks. I'd fallen in front of my new friends and their mother… which means… Alice and Jaspers' adopted father was a doctor. Brilliant.

"They were all very worried about you, it's a good thing they were there else you might still be lying on the classroom floor unconscious." Dr Cullen had a look on his face I didn't recognise, a mixture of sympathy, kindness and… a third emotion I couldn't place.

I then remembered the glass vases and heavy wooden shelf I'd brought down on myself, sitting up too quickly to inspect the wounds I'd received. My head was spinning and the throbbing would not relent, but that didn't confuse me enough to not see the clear lack of marks over my body. There was nothing, not even the slightest scratch.

"The glass… the shelf? It fell on me… I watched it fall?" I knew I sounded stupid but I was positive that shelf had been headed straight for me…

Dr Cullen's face remained composed as he observed my panic and tried to gently lay me down on the bed.

"Jasper reacted quickly when he saw the shelf had come loose and blocked the impact, he was stood right by you so it was a reflex action. You were very lucky, but there's no need to panic, no blood was drawn." He assured me, looking down at his clipboard and writing something down that I couldn't see. His face was incredibly confused, for the smallest instant. And then it was composed again, like I'd imagined the whole thing.

"Why would I panic? It's only a bit of blood, not exactly life or death if I get a few cuts is it?" I never had a problem with blood, it was only a natural part of being a human after all. In fact, as a child I had a weird fascination with it. Whenever another kid cut themselves when they fell I'd stare at them, intrigued by the substance. But I soon realised this was not normal behaviour, and quickly learned to distance myself from the desire to examine every injury I came across.

Dr Cullen cleared his throat and looked at me again.

"Well, yes, of course. Some people just struggle with too much blood I guess. Anyway. Jasper and Alice are waiting to take you home but I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you here overnight to keep an eye on your concussion."

Alice and Jasper had waited for me? I felt myself becoming emotional at the thought. No one had ever cared about me enough to wait in a hospital for nearly an entire day, the dark sky outside my window indicating that a lot of time had passed since the accident. Being unconscious for that long cannot be good.

"Can I see them please? To thank them." Dr Cullen nodded.

"Of course Beatrice, I'll send them in."

"Oh and Dr Cullen, can you thank Esme for me too?" He smiled at the mention of his wife, "She'll be delighted to hear you're doing okay. And please, call me Carlisle. I feel like we'll be seeing you a lot if Alice and Jasper have anything to say about it."

A minute after Carlisle left the room Jasper came in, Alice nowhere to be seen.

"How are you?" he asked as he took a seat in the seat beside my bed.

"Tired. Achey. And cold…" I shivered as I said the final word, reinforcing the fact that the room was almost as cold as my dorm. Before I could object Jasper was shrugging off his jumper and handing it to me, without saying I word. I shook my head in reply, "Jasper I can't take your jumper, you'll freeze out there. He smirked to himself and didn't move his hand, jumper still clutched loosely in his pale hand.

"Beatrice, if you don't put it on I will make you." Something about the way he said it made me realise that he wasn't joking, so I took the dark gray jumper from him, and pulled it over my head, and the scent of him overwhelmed me. Hints of honey, whisky, and some sort of wildflower that made up the most intoxicating scent. Why did he smell so good to me? Wearing his jumper immediately relaxed me, and Jasper smiled, clearly sensing my newfound comfort.

I felt my attraction to him swelling in my chest, and quickly pushed the feeling deep down inside of me, knowing that I didn't even want a relationship. Not that he'd ever look at me that way anyway. Just then Alice walked in, gracefully running over and enveloping me in a cold hug. "Oh Beatrice! We were so worried, I couldn't see- I mean, I couldn't tell if you were going to be alright or not, it was terrifying. I could tell from the moment you introduced yourself that we'd be friends for a long time. Don't ever do that to me again!"

I flinched at Alice's sudden serious.

"I'm sorry Alice… I think I was just overwhelmed by everything. I'm not normally a clumsy person at all. But I'm okay. Carlisle wants to keep my overnight though… Hopefully I can leave tomorrow. At least I have food here, I'm already struggling to afford it." I laughed at the fact that there was at least two good things to come out of my fall: Jasper's jumper and a hot meal.

"What do you mean? You can't afford food?" Jasper was inexplicably suddenly concerned at my flippant comment, rising to his feet as he questioned me.

"It's just a joke Jasper, poor student who struggles to get by, you know?" But he clearly didn't understand, his family were clearly very well off, evident from the cashmere jumper he'd lent me.

He still seemed unsure, and Alice was seemingly thinking to herself, he eyes distant and not paying attention to me.

"Well, you should make sure you're eating enough, it's not healthy to skip meals. I rolled my eyes at his apparent concern.

"Calm down, like I said, it was a joke, I eat plenty!" His eyes roamed up and down my body as I lay in the polyester sheets, clearly not believing me. It's not like I chose to miss out on food because I wanted to, I just couldn't afford three meals a day. Big deal.

Alice suddenly snapped back to reality, her face masking clear concern, but for what I couldn't say.

"Hey, Beatrice, I'm gonna bring you some clothes tomorrow so you have something fresh to wear instead of Jasper's smelly clothes!" The fact that anyone could consider Jasper's clothes unpleasant baffled me, his jumper smelled incredible.

"Can I give you my dorm key so you can get in?" I asked, not wanting to make her life more difficult than I'd already made it.

"Oh no don't worry, I won't need it. Okay, we need to go, we're going to miss dinner… and you know how you get when you're hungry Jazz." Jasper nodded silently too her, and then turned to me. "Take care of yourself while we're gone Beatrice. Eat up." He pushed my tray towards me and went to leave before I said his name, stopping him.

"Jasper… I just wanted to say thank you. For stopping me get hurt anymore than I was." He smiled softly.

"It's fine. Not a big deal. Just get some rest darlin'." and he was gone.

His slight southern accent rang in my ears, he called me darlin'. I bet he called all the girls darlin'. Just a polite thing to do.

He will never like you, just leave it before you regret ruining your friendship.

It was in that moment that I decided I couldn't think of Jasper as anything other than a friend. I couldn't risk losing him or Alice.