Carlisle POV

I pulled down on Bella's leg until I heard that familiar popping noise of a bone being set, at the same time I heard Bella yelling in pain and then silence, I looked up and noticed she was passed out.

"Is she okay?" my wife Esme asked.

"Honestly I don't know," I told her, "She told me she hasn't eaten in a few day and that she has been living out in the forest. She's really malnourished and weak. It will be a while before she is well again."

I looked back down at Bella, still holding her leg in place, "I do know something though, she will be staying here while she recovers, Rosalie hand me a splint out of my bag so I can stabilize her leg. Alice can you get the guest bedroom set up for her? I will need a place to hang iv bags and a spot for a monitor so I can watch her closely."

"Will do Carlisle," Alice said and skipped up the stairs.

"Rosalie the splint?"

"Here it is," she said, "But I am not going near her, she shouldn't even be here, you heard her she knows our secret, and she's running from someone, she is a danger to us."

"That's enough Rosalie," I told her sternly, "Go to your room."

"Is there anything we can do?" Edward asked.

"You can try to find out what Bella was running from, try to find the place she was attacked, Jasper you can help Alice set everything up." They both nodded at me and left, "Do you still have a good hold on her Emmett?"

"Yeah she's not going anywhere."

"Good, I still have to stabilize her leg," I told him getting to work on her leg.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" he asked me.

"I hope so," was all I said back.

Bella POV

I slowly came back into consciousness, there was a slow beeping sound in the room. I was laying on something soft, a bed maybe, with rails? I opened my eyes to find that I was lying in a hospital bed, I had an IV hooked into my arm, and a large splint like object on my leg, keeping it straight as a board. I surveyed the room it was small, there was one window by the bed opposite from the door, I looked down once again trying to decide what I was going to do. Quick and without thinking I ripped the IV from my arm, biting my lip in pain, I then started to undo the straps on my leg to survey the damage. It was badly bruised and cut up but healing by the second, the bruises were lightening up by the minute and the cuts were fading to scars. I turned my body to the side and let the rail of the bed down, I slowly slid my legs over the side trying not to cry out in pain.

I carefully stood up testing to see how much my broken leg has healed, the pain was immense, but I was able to stand. I slowly made my way to the door, limping heavily trying to keep my weight off of my right leg. I exited the room and made way down the hall, I heard voices coming from down the hall. I kept making my way down the hall and came upon a set of stairs oh great I thought to myself, bring on the pain train. I bit my lip and decided to attempt to go down the stairs, I placed my right foot on the first step and quickly stepped down, I hissed in pain. I stood there a moment trying to breathe through the pain, when it became manageable again I attempted another step.

"Do you need any help?" A loud voice said from behind me.

I almost jumped out of my skin, I was so concentrated on getting down the stairs I didn't hear him come up behind me, "You scared the shit out of me Emmett," I looked at him and then back at the stairs, " I think I can handle the stairs on my own." I took another step same as before, pausing again to breathe through the pain. Just as I was about to take another step I felt an arm slip behind my back giving me more support. I closed my eyes and tried to fight down the panic I felt, I still knew nothing about these strangers other than the fact they were like the man in the forest, dangerous.

"Emmett please let me go," I whispered, my eyes still closed.

"You can trust me," he said sincerely, "I won't hurt you."

Before I could panic over it much more I took another step, Emmett fell in line with me. He provided the extra support I needed to get down the stair without too much pain, and he never rushed me, we went at my slow pace, which must had been agonizing to him, knowing how fast he could possibly move. We finally made it to the bottom of the steps and over to the same couch that I hid underneath, my blood staining the front of it. He helped me sit down and then took the place next to me.

Once in the sitting position I closed my eyes and laid back against the couch, "You know, I can run for hours through the woods, without a break, leap over rivers, climb trees, and now I can't walk down the stairs without help," I chuckled to myself, "How pathetic am I?"

"You're not pathetic, just movement challenged at the moment," Emmett chuckled to himself, "I'm sure in no time you'll be back to your old self."

I wouldn't be so sure, I thought to myself, "So where is everyone?" I asked.

"They went to school," he told me, "I ditched to help take care of you today."

"There was no need for that," I told him, "By the end of the day I will be strong enough to leave, and you can go on with your life."

"You're going to leave today?" Emmett said sadly, "What about the man that is after you?"

"I won't underestimate him again," I muttered, "he's fast, and strong, I'll just have to be faster, and smarter." I paused as my stomach rumbled, "Say you have any food in this place?"

"In the kitchen, Esme went out shopping last night after you passed out," he told me.

"Sounds good," I said and attempted to stand up again. The pain was less now, I was able to put more weight on my leg. I took a step to test out how well I could walk, I was shaky but not unstable. I made my way to the kitchen, taking short breaks in between, resting my leg.

"You know I could just carry you," Emmett said from behind me.

"You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that you know," I told him, "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these times. I don't need any help, I have to be able to do this on my own if I'm going to survive." I made it to the kitchen and plopped down in one of the chairs, exhausted from the walk, and the fact that I haven't eaten for four days now. I leaned forward and put my head on the table that was in front of me, I let out a low groan of frustration.

"Are you in pain?" Emmett asked me wearily.

"Not in pain, just frustrated," I told him, "I use to be bad ass, not afraid of anything, and now I can barely walk across the room before getting tired. I know it's only temporary, and I will heal soon, but in this moment I feel pathetic and weak."

I stood up, not waiting for Emmett's reply, and hobbled over to the fridge. I grabbed the first thing I saw that was made of meat, chicken. I turned from the fridge to the stove to see that there was already a frying pan out, I looked at Emmett with a raised eyebrow, and he only grinned back. I made quick work of cooking the chicken, the whole pack, I could feel Emmett's eyes staring me down, probably wondering how I'm going to eat it all. I took my cooked food back over to the table and set it down, sitting back down in my seat at the same time.

"Are you going to be able to eat all of that?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I told him laughing, "This is a small meal compared to what I can usually eat, I have a very high metabolism."

"If you're sure," he said as he watched me dig into the food.

It didn't take long before I started to feel better, I could feel by body getting stronger by the second, and healing faster with every bite I took. I looked up at Emmett to see that he was still staring at me, his eyes wide now.

"What?" I asked around a mouth full of food.

"N-n-nothing, it just your bruises, they just disappeared," he exclaimed with a wide look on his face.

"It's what happens when I have a decent meal," I told him, "if I'm hurt I heal, I get stronger, and can move faster, honestly the only reason I got hurt in that forest was because I hadn't had anything substantial to eat in four days. I was running on fumes and I got caught because of it."

"That's awesome," he said in awe, "How did this happen?"

"I was born like this," I quickly lied.

"Were your parents like you?" he asked, "How old were you when you first found out? Why do you live out in the forest? What are you hiding from?"

I stared at him in shock, trying to process everything he was asking me, "I have no idea who my parents were," I told him truthfully, "They died when I was a baby, I don't know much about them." I paused, "Why don't we have some fun, I'm feeling much better, why don't we go for a run, see how fast you really are."

Emmett's face broke out into a grin, "Are you sure you're up for it?"

I stood up almost pain free, "Let's do this."