Diclaimer: I dont own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

Edwards POV

Nurse Gabrielle turned back to me.

'We'll go and do the x-ray now; I think Carlisle knows that you're here, so he'll come to check up on you in a few minutes.'

'Thanks.'

They wheeled an unconscious Bella out of the patient wing and towards the x-ray clinic. A few minutes later Bella was back, fully conscious. The nurses had stopped fussing over Tyler by now, and he started trying to apologize.

'Edward, oh, god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, it's just that everything was awful slippery, and I guess I should have had snow chains and I should have been driving carefully, but I had other things on my mind! I mean, I have this essay about freak weather road deaths due tomorrow, and I have barely even started it!'

I smiled at him.

'No probs, I wasn't even hurt. You just scared the crap out of me, but hey, at least now I'm not full of crap.'

Tyler laughed nervously, and cringed as the movement tugged on one of his bandages. Bella was obviously sick of other people having the attention. She sat up in her bed,

'I'm fine, really. They did an x-ray on my head and I don't have concussion. Well, I could have told them that. They won't let me just leave the hospital immediately after I was involved in a freak accident and was found lying on the ground at the scene, under what was left of a van.'

She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest,

'How come you didn't need a stretcher?'

She inclined her head towards me and glared a bit,

'I really am fine. That's why.'

Just as I said this my father walked in.

'Hello, Edward. Are you Bella?'

She nodded her head.

'Now, Bella, we are just going to check you out one more time before we let you go home with your father, is that all right?'

'NO! I wanna go home now! Actually, I want to go back to school, which is odd because this entire time I have been making it seem like I hate being noticed and going back to school would just draw attention to myself.'

Carlisle frowned,

'Well, I am afraid that it would not be ideal for you to go back to school, and besides, half the school is out in the waiting room anyway.'

'What? But I hate attention! I don't want anyone from school to see me, even thought I wanted to go back to school a minute ago. How do they all fit in the waiting room anyway?'

'Well, you see, when half the school decided to skip class, the policemen already at the scene not being able to stop them, well… we have a very large waiting room.

Carlisle ended up not actually checking her over, for some reason. Then he let her go. She jumped off the bed and pulled me behind the corner. As soon as we were out of sight of Carlisle and the other patients she twirled around and glared at me.

'Well?'

She seemed to be expecting an answer, but I had no idea as to what she was referring.

'Well...?'

'YOU SAVED ME!'

She seemed awfully worked up, and she had a weird way of saying thankyou.

'I know I did, I was there.'

I took on the tone of someone teaching a three year old that B comes after A. She only glared at me again, and I was beginning to wonder if the accident had caused her face to only be able to have one expression.

'You owe me an explanation, mister.'

She put her hands on her hips and bobbed her head up and down as she said 'mister'.

'For what?'

I was confused; this conversation was starting to sound like an interrogation.

'For saving my life.'

'And why is that?'

'Because… you promised!'

'When was this?'

'At the scene of the crime.'

She was clearly delirious, or something similar.

'You bumped your head pretty hard there, didn't you?'

She folded her arms across her chest again.

'I really have no idea what you are talking about.'

'Tyler didn't see you either, so there!'

'I beg your pardon?'

'How did you get to me so fast? Huh, punk?'

I decided that this interrogation was over and started towards a doctor at the end of the hall. I was going to ask him whether he could do another brain scan on Miss Delirious, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards her. I was starting to wonder if I was going to be assaulted right there, in the hospital.

'You. You lifted the van off of me.'

'What?'

"You heard me, now answer the question.'

I was getting seriously annoyed.

'Technically, you didn't ask me a question.'

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull, I almost said 'Over-reacting, much?' but I thought she might break the hand she was holding.

'How did you lift the van off of me?'

'I didn't.'

I said the words slowly, thinking that maybe speed was the key to her understanding.

"Yaha, I saw you.'

'Wait, wait. You think that I, Edward Cullen, lifted a van off of you?'

'I don't think, Edward Cullen, I know.'

'That's right, you don't think.'

I muttered the last sentence under my breath and she clearly didn't hear me. She wasn't going to believe me if I said that I hadn't lifted the van off of her.

'Bella, why does it even matter if I did.'

'Because I want to know! I swear, I wont tell anyone.'

'That's good…Cant you just say thankyou, and have this conversation end?'

I tried to convey the importance of this conversation stopping, before I slapped her, with my eyes.

'Thankyou.'

She was still fuming, and I was surprised that there wasn't smoke coming out of her ears. Of course, for smoke to come out of her ears there would have to be some kind of matter in her head to burn, and she clearly didn't have a brain…

'Now tell me,'

She demanded.

'Oh dear lord.'

This was ending now, I could see her dad rounding the corner to drive her home, so I ran down the hall and to my car. At all costs, I was going to have to try and avoid her for the rest of the year.

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