Chapter Four

On my ride to his floor I was so nervous. I'm not sure why, but I started to shake a little bit.

I followed the tan linoleum down the hall to a large desk with a sign over it stating RCU.

"Hi I'm here to see Edward Mason." The nurse glanced at me warily. "Name?"

"Bella Swan." Her eyes flashed in a bit of excitement.

"Hey you're the girl that saved him! He asked about you earlier. We just have to make sure no press gets in there, they tried earlier. They're pariahs. Anyways, yea down the hall last door on the right, he's awake now, but he's going to need sleep soon so you can't stay so long. It's a shame, I know. Sign here, and make sure you sign here again when you leave, and check in with me of course." She spoke so fast I barely kept up, so I nodded and thanked her. She smiled back and glanced oddly at my bandaged hand as I walked away.

She probably thought it was from the accident.

I paused outside his room listening to the beep of the monitors; half hoping he had fallen back asleep. That way I could steal my peak at him and leave un-noticed. I softly tapped the door.

"Come in." A quiet raspy voice answered. Crap.

I opened the door slowly revealing a single bed in the dimly lit tan room. It was standard as hospital rooms go.

The person laying in the bed though was definitely not standard.



His odd reddish hair fell slightly in his face contrasting vividly with his glazed bright green eyes. His features were masculine and defined, but somehow soft, even with the large dark bruise on his right cheekbone. His perfect skin was even lighter than mine, if that was possible.

He was definitely in his mid 20s at least, yet somehow had a boyish look to him. An 'I don't want to grow up' look in his eyes, even through the obvious medication. And most of all he seemed confused.

"Who are you?" He asked glancing me up and down.

"Bella Swan." I answered.

"Oh." He looked at me more intensely. Even as he laid there, his voice has a certain arrogance to it.

I glanced at his body. There were bandages on his arm and I could tell a cast of some sort on his leg under the blankets from the bulk.

"How are you feeling?" Stupid question Bella I thought to myself.

He laughed a bit, but then stopped abruptly, it must have hurt. "I've been better."

An uncomfortable silence lingered in the air. I decided it was time to leave, he looked exhausted, and probably didn't want me there.

"Well I'm glad to hear you're recovering, I just wanted to introduce myself." I said feeling awkward, looking at the window.

"Hey, wait." He whispered. "I was awake."



"What?" I didn't understand.

"I felt like I was underwater, I couldn't move. When you pulled me out of the way of that car, I was awake. You saved my life." The words poured out of his mouth in a blur, I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly or if he really even knew he was talking.

He yawned loudly, he looked exhausted. "Thank you."

His eyes met mine as he uttered the statement, he seeming to be fighting sleep.

I blushed intensely from the statement as well as the feeling of his eyes on me, even if they were completely incoherent. "You're welcome. You look like you should sleep. I hope you make a quick recovery."

I started backing towards the door, taking one quick glance back at the gorgeous man who was fast falling back asleep.

As I walked down the hall back to the nurse's desk my mind was all over the place, my injury forgotten.

Wow, he was definitely not what I was expecting. Not that I exactly had expectations, but I just didn't think he would look like that.

The nurse waiting for me had a grin sitting on her face that reminded me of the Cheshire Cat.

"How did it go, was he awake? Isn't he so hot?" You would have thought we were long lost best friends by the questions she was hitting me with.

I politely smiled as I signed the sheet before me and said, "Fine, thanks for your help."



She gave me an unsatisfied look, and I quickly turned and walked away before any further questioning could ensue.

I knew there would be enough interrogations when I told Alice. I thought about just leaving out my little visit, then quickly decided against it.

I walked back into the waiting room where Alice still looked as if she was trying to get comfortable in the chair. I laughed a bit at the face she made at me as I walked out. She looked like me finally coming out was equal to winning the lottery.

"Thank God Bells, I swear I was loosing all feeling in my butt!" I laughed again. "So are you okay? How many stitches did you get? And what took so long?" Sometimes I wondered if she needed breathe.

"Um five stitches, I'm fine thanks to some pain meds, and to answer your last question I made a detour on my way out." I hoped the last statement would be un-noticed.

She raised her eyebrows at me as we walked into the parking lot, "Detour? Detour where?"

I held off as she had earlier, paying back her own medicine. "Open the doors and I'll tell you."

She unlocked the doors of her car and hopped in sighing loudly when I obviously took too long for her patience.

"Come on, you injured your hand not your slow ass!"

"Hey I'm tender, let me just put my seat belt on!" I teased.

"So where did you go?" She started the car and began pulling out of the parking lot.



"Oh My God!" She slammed the brakes on, turning to me in the middle of the parking lot.

"You went and saw him, didn't you?! Without me?!"

My expression gave me away.

"I wanted to meet him too!" She looked disappointed.

"Why?"

"Um hello, I saw the story on the news, they showed his picture. Do you have any idea how good looking that guy is?! You kept me from meeting a hot rich guy! See if I drive you to the hospital anytime in the near future again!"

I laughed at her rant and pouty face.

"Alice, I don't exactly plan on frequenting this place any more than I already do."

She made an awkward humph noise and turned her nose up away from me staring at the road.

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