RPOV(Rosalie)

When Carlisle asked us if we could assist him at the hospital in the middle of the night, Alice and I were shocked to say the least. We both had gotten two-year degrees in nursing, so it wasn't something we didn't do often. But Forks was so small no one ever had to do round-the-clock service. But, nevertheless, we did as he asked. I was always looking for more hours there anyway.

The hospital was one of the few places that made me truly happy. Being a nurse was the closest thing I had to all I'd ever really wanted. The closest thing I had to humanity. It hurt, of course. Being around all the young, children in the Pediactric floor, I mean, and watching their parents visit with the cruel knowledge that it could never be my life.

But I wouldn't have any other job in the world.

Emmett gave me different kind of happiness, and no one loved him more than I did. There was no doubt about that. But he couldn't fix everything.

Esme had finally come downstairs to see us go, her expression mirroring our surprise. She'd heard Alice and I getting ready to leave as she was reading upstairs in her room. Jasper and Emmett were staying with her. "You two can entertain yourself for a few hours, correct?" I said, grabbing a jacket for myself-out of habit, of course. It was the winter time.

"Can do." Emmett answered for both of them, his eyes half shut with nonchalance. Alice was quiet as she reached for her keys on the counter, kissing Jasper goodbye on his cheek, and ignoring his quizzical looks as she quickly shut the door behind her. I did the same to Emmett, who had promptly turned to his xbox.

In the porche, the siIence continued. I opened my mouth to comment but she spoke before I could. "Something's wrong."

"Well it is the emergency room," I said, thinking that it hardly took a psychic to figure that out after a call from the emergency room. Nonetheless, I was still curious as to what had gotten her so edgy. And then an image popped into my head.

I exhaled deeply. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

There have been several times where certain incidents resulted in temptation. There were times when patients would be so cut and bloody I was certain I'd kill them myself if they weren't already dead. There were times where I'd have to excuse myself from the hospital for weeks after a particularly bloody emergency. The poisonous fumes were so strong that I felt suffocated on most days. Alice wasn't having any better. But even after a year I still had to struggle to save myself from tragedy.

She started to shake her head, but suddenly her eyes took up a blank stare, indicating that she was currently having a vision. I was very used to these things happening out of the blue, so I watched the road for her just in case she lapsed out completely. A car accident would be quite inconvenient indeed.

But she ended up not needing my help in the end, her hand still held firmly on the wheel, perfectly aligned with the road.

"Edward?" she said suddenly, her vision regaining its focus.

I sighed. "What about Edward, Alice?"

When was everyone going to realize that Edward was never really going to be part of the family anymore? Why did they insist on pretending as if we even saw him more than once every half a decade? The only reason we'd been seeing him so often these past couple of weeks was because his wedding was around the corner. He obviously didn't care enough to stick around otherwise. He and I have never been close before, but I still had trouble coming to terms with the fact that he just…left. Just like that.

Yet he always seemed to find a way into being a topic of discussion these days.

I didn't want to tell him what to do. That wasn't what I wanted at all. If that was the life he wanted, then fine. But didn't we, as the only family he had, have a right to be upset? Why couldn't everyone stop acting like we didn't? It was really starting to grind on my nerves.

Alice was frowning. "He's at the hospital."

That brought me up short.

"But I don't know why," she said, seeing my expression. We turned onto the parking lot. It was mostly deserted. We hurried to our lockers to quickly change into uniforms before Alice led me to where Carlisle was staying. There was a potent smell of fresh blood mixed with dried blood from somewhere deeper in the building. I tried not to think about what that could mean. Carlisle's scent was the easiest for me to recognize. And then there was Edward's, now reasonably familiar. Though I wasn't planning on getting used to that.

I gasped.

We arrived at a small room in the Pediatric floor. Carlisle stood with a clipboard in his hand. Edward was seated on a small hospital bed, his back to me as a girl of about eight years of age tilted her head around him to peak at us.

She was the most beautiful child I'd ever seen. Her big, round brown eyes were curious. I saw that she was dressed in a simple teal tee-shirt, the rest of her small body snuggled under the sheets. It was stained dark red in several places, which I couldn't help but be disturbed by, though she didn't seem to notice. Her long, red locks were frumpy-like she'd been through a struggle. But despite her battered appearance, she was perfectly at ease. Alice and I seemed to be the only ones currently holding her attention.

Edward was speaking to her softly, as if trying to convince her something, stopping when he felt us inside the room.

She had only been paying half attention. She tugged at his coat, "Edward, look," she whispered furtively to him. But of course, we could hear everything. He adjusted himself on the bed next her, so that she was laying her head against him and could watch us without having to strain her neck at all.

A million questions zipped through my mind, shocked and confused at how effortlessly at ease she seemed to be with him. Edward was the last person that would try and be close to anyone, especially since I was sure none of us had ever met her before in our lives.

But when she had spoken to him, she did it with a sweetness and warmth that you'd think they'd known each other forever. He was smiling at her, not bothering to hide his adoration, that for a moment I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a real smile. Not like when he smiled at Esme, Alice, or even Tanya. A genuine, unpracticed smile. And it was all for her.

"Who are they?" she whispered into his chest.

"That's Rosalie and Alice," he whispered back, playing along.

"Oh."

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

I blinked. What in the world was going on?

"Hi, sweetie," Alice chirped. "What's your name?" she said, obviously just as spellbound by her as I was as she sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her.

"Renesmee," responded a shy voice.

"How Unique."

"It's too long," she added as if she couldn't help herself.

"Renesmee is a faultlessly beautiful name," Carlisle responded kindly.

"Wish I had a normal name." she sniffed.

"Normal is boring and ovverated," Alice touched her nose, making her giggle.

"How are you feeling, honey?" I asked, coming around to her other side. She was in an unusually good mood for a child that had just been in an accident. In fact, I was almost positive she was in shock. She hadn't once mentioned her parents, who were most likely…not as lucky as she was.

At that Edward's ever-present smile faltered a little and I could see deep sorrow and concern for her in his eyes.

Now you know what caring feels like, I thought sardonically.

His golden eyes met mine. For a second I thought I saw a flicker of anger, but then it was gone.

I felt some guilt afterwards for being so hostile when he's really never, ever purposefully done anything to hurt anyone. But what was true was true.

"I feel fine," Renesmee said easily, keeping me from thinking more on the subject.

I nodded, unconvinced, but not wanting to push her over the edge.

"She woke up about an hour ago," Carlisle said, speaking to both Alice and I now. "No serious injuries, though it's too soon to tell if there was any trauma. I'd recommend letting her get some rest before further analysis." He clicked his pen.

I nodded, eager to do whatever it took to make her well. "We're going to check for any bruises or cuts, okay? And we'll get you some food in your stomach, change you into some clean clothes, and you can get some rest."

At this her eyes widened and she was suddenly alarmed. She looked from Edward, to Alice, to me again. I was mortified. I must've sounded so incredibly insensitive. It was my job to make her feel comfortable and safe, and now I'd gone and overwhelmed her in under five minutes.

But to my irritation, Edward just laughed. I tried to keep my anger under control as I tried to take back some of my words before I obliterated her opinion of me permanently.

"But we don't have to do it all now. Maybe we can start with some new clothes," I said, wanting to touch her, but knowing I shouldn't.

Her expression shifted, but only into a mild look of concern, the crease in her small forehead evident. She looked at Edward again, this time with a look of fear, and I felt sick.

"What's the matter, Renesmee? You'll feel better, I promise," Alice added, coming to my aid.

"I have to change now?" she asked.

"Well-"

"In front of-of the boys?" she whispered, her eyes flickering to Edward when she thought he wasn't looking.

I laughed along with Alice and Carlisle, relieved. "Good point, Renesmee. You can change after all the boys leave," I hinted. Renesmee relaxed. "Alice, do you think you could get some gowns in the room next door?"

"I'll be right back." She bounced out of sight.

As Edward was getting up to leave, Renesmee's hand shot out to hold his wrist. He froze.

"You can come back later if you want to," she said with an angelic expression none of us could ever have a hope of resisting. Her attachment to him was remarkable. There was a hint of worry in her offer. Like she'd rather have him stay and watch, then leave and not return.

He gave her a crooked smile, crouching next to the bed so that she was looking down at him. "Would you like me to come back?"

She nodded.

"Then you have nothing to worry about, Renesmee," he replied softly. "Get some rest, and I'll be here when you wake up."

She nodded again, watching as he and Carlisle left the room.