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BPOV

I stared blankly at Paul. He was holding me over the sink, the water was running, and my face was wet. What the hell happened?

"Paul?"

He sighed.

"Yeah. It's me."

I looked at him confused.

"Do you mind telling me what the fuck happened here?" he asked abruptly.

"Ummmm…I was kind of wondering the same thing myself." I instinctively tried to place my feet on the floor, but noticed that I was completely in Paul's arms.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you put me down?" He looked taken aback by my request, like putting me down was almost out of the question. He straightened himself and stood me up, steadying me before letting go.

I turned the water off and looked up at him. There were a million questions running through my mind, so I asked the most obvious one first.

"Um, Paul, what the hell are you doing here?"

He stiffened and ran his massive hand through his hair. "I uh, I was just coming to check on you. I was wondering if you were still alone. If you needed company, or whatever."

"Oh. That was nice of you." I said smiling at him.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Um, Bella? Not that I'm not enjoying the pleasant conversation, but how the hell did you end up on the kitchen floor unconscious?"

I shrugged and attempted to remember the events leading up to my fall. "Honestly, I don't remember too much. I remember arguing with you," I said glaring at him "Then, about an hour after our argument I came into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Then, this feeling came over me. It was like my chest was on fire, I couldn't breathe. I thought I was dying." I looked down at the floor "That's all remember up until this point."

"Fuck me! I'm so fucking stupid!" He pounded his fist into the counter top. I saw him starting to tremble. I knew from my prior experience with Paul that trembling was not a good thing.

"Paul?" My mind was screaming for me to back away from him, but once again, I was inexplicably drawn. I reached out to him and he growled. Was that supposed to be a warning? I glared at him and reached out to him again.

"Bella, don't!" He growled again. I ignored him and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. In an instant, the trembling was over.

"Paul, calm down. I'm okay. Whatever it is, it's okay. Don't get so upset." I was surprised by the tender tone of voice that escaped my lips.

"Bella, I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"What do have to be sorry about? This wasn't your fault."

"Wasn't it? I should have been here."

"Paul, you had no way of knowing this was going to happen to me."

He looked down at the floor. "I didn't, but, I should've known something." He looked to be on the verge of tears.

What the hell was wrong with him and what was he talking about? He couldn't have known what was going on with me. Hell, I didn't even know what was happening. I looked up at him; his eyes were full of sorrow. It actually hurt to see him that way. What was going on with us?

I reached out and stroked his cheek. He grabbed my hand and leaned into my touch. The tender caress of his touch and the warmth of his skin caused a shiver down my spine. I pulled back reflexively, but immediately felt the pain of the withdrawal. He stared at me with a pained expression on his face. He must have felt it too. I could feel the tension between Paul and me. I found myself wanting to lean into him. Wanting to hold him, to touch him, and wanting to kiss him. What the hell? I shook my head fiercely. I had to snap out of it.

I ran my fingers through my hair and grazed what felt like a lump toward the back of my head. I hissed in pain. "Ow." I felt woozy all of a sudden. Paul reacted before I'd had a chance to fall on my face.

I looked up at him; his face was the portrait of worry. I giggled.

"This is funny?" He asked incredulously.

I giggled again. "I'm just really thankful for your wolf-like reflexes. I would have been back on the floor if it wasn't for you."

He chuckled. "My arms don't seem like such a bad place to be now, huh?"

We laughed. "Shut up, Paul!" He lifted me to my feet and steadied me again before letting me go.

"So, it seems like you have a pretty decent bump on your head?"

I nodded.

"Seems that way." I rubbed the sore spot again. "Geez. I'm going to have the worse headache in the morning."

"You have somewhere to go?"

"Um, school?" I giggled. I'd also forgotten that I'd volunteered to close at the Newton's tomorrow too. "Geez."

"What?"

"I have work after school too. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

"Bella, maybe it's none of my business, but, don't you think that given the circumstances you should, oh I don't know, stay your ass at home tomorrow?"

I giggled at his frankness. "Maybe, but it's not like I've been to the doctor or anything. I don't have a note."

"Well," he said pulling me by my hand. "I guess we're headed to the ER."

"Paul, no!" When I struggled, he only pulled harder.

"Bella, yes!"

"Paul, this isn't fair! You're so much stronger than me!" I said still struggling.

"Babe, either you're coming willingly, or am I'm going to have to throw you over my shoulder?"

I sighed. Wait. Did he just call me babe? He pulled me toward my truck.

"We'll take your truck. Mine is too far up the street. Keys please?" He said holding out his hand. I glared at him and handed the keys over, grudgingly. I was pissed.

"Paul, this should really be my decision, don't you think?"

He shook his head dismissively. "Not a chance, Bella. We both know that you're as stubborn as hell. You'll never give me your permission to take you to the hospital." He started the engine and started to pull out of my driveway.

"Exactly!" Technically, this was kidnapping.

Paul drove to the hospital as fast as my truck could carry us. I was still pissed at him for taking me against my will. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time. It was eleven-thirty. Charlie still hadn't called. 'Guess he's still at the station.' I thought. Or maybe holding a search party since his daughter had disappeared. I glared at Paul again. This wasn't over.

After being admitted to the ER, and being poked and prodded a million times. I finally saw the doctor on call. Dr. Bartley was a tall, thin man with silvery blonde hair, light eyes, and pale skin. He immediately reminded me of Carlisle. I shivered at his touch.

"Cold?" Paul asked.

I merely shook my head. I was still too pissed to answer him anyway. He rolled his eyes, as if he could somehow sense my anger towards him. "Bella, you really have to get over this. If you're fine, I'll let you kick my ass. If not, you owe me one."

I bit my lip. "You suck."

He chuckled. "That's better than what I've been getting out of you tonight, so I'll take it."

I made an unsuccessful attempt at hiding the smile stretching across my lips. He stared at me with a smug grin on his face. If I wasn't such a lady, I'd flip him off.

Dr. Bartley felt around the back of my head, feeling for the lump. When he found it, he applied the smallest amount of pressure. I became groggy again and Paul inched forward, growling at the doctor. I looked at him like he had lost his mind. He only shrugged and went back to his corner. At the doctor's request, I made an attempt at moving my neck. It was sore. I didn't realize that the fall had taken such a toll on me.

"Well, Miss Swan. It seems as though you have a mild concussion."

"Oh." That was all I could muster up. I was in shock. It didn't feel like I had a concussion. Just a massive headache.

"Not to worry. We'll prescribe you some decent pain medication and maybe bed rest for a couple of days."

"Bed rest?"

He nodded. "Yes ma'am. I'll be right back with your prescription."

"Okay."

Paul groaned and I turned my attention toward him. He was repeatedly banging his head up against the wall.

"So. Fucking. Stupid. So. Fucking. Selfish." He repeated each time his head hit the concrete wall.

"Paul? What the hell are you doing? Get over here." I said pointing to the space beside the bed I was lying in. He moved over to me, moping along the way. What was with him? Why was he blaming himself for my fall? I didn't get it, but I'd rather have him standing next to me than causing his own concussion. He was going crazy on me.

"Are you okay?" I asked

"Am I okay? You're the one with the concussion and you're asking if I'm okay? Damn it Bella, you're too fucking selfless."

I grimaced.

"You say it like it's a bad thing. What's wrong with caring about the way other people feel?"

"Nothing, when it's done in doses. It's also healthy to worry about yourself every once in a while."

"I worry about myself." I said feeling the need to defend myself.

"Sure. Says the woman who's worried about poor Paul and not the gigantic bump on the back of her head, or her concussion."

"Stop being a jerk, Paul."

He got quiet. I felt a twinge of guilt flow through me.

"Paul?"

"I hate it when you call me that. Am I really that bad?"

I giggled. "A little bit. But, you have a sweet side too."

He chuckled. "Don't you dare tell anyone."

"What if I do?"

"I'll deny it and then I'll tickle you to death."

We laughed. Dr. Bartley walked back into the room with the prescriptions and my discharge papers.

"Okay Miss Swan, you're free to go. We've phoned your father at the police station and he said to tell you and your boyfriend to stay at the house and wait for him."

"He's not…" I said starting to deny that Paul was my boyfriend, but decided against it. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Yeah, that was it. "Umm...okay. Thank you Dr. Bartley."

"Sure Miss Swan. Just be careful next time alright?"

I nodded as swiftly as I could without hurting my neck. Paul helped me down from the hospital bed and we walked slowly to the truck. He ended up being right about the hospital. There would be no living him now.

We were driving back towards Charlie's when he started to rub it in.

"So, Bella? Seems like I was right about the emergency room after all, huh?" I glared at him.

"Shut it Paul. Not right now please."

He chuckled. "Okay, but you owe me."

"Paul, seriously?"

By this time he had broken into a full blown laugh. I just glared and shook my head, causing me to wince slightly from the developing stiffness in my neck. Paul's smugness evaporated immediately. He looked at me with an expression that was a mixture of hurt, worry, regret, and over all pain. I swear, you would think the guy felt responsible for what happened to me. It was nice that he cared, but I didn't want him to feel that way. So what if he didn't make it there before I fainted? He was there. That's all that mattered. I'd have to find a way to make it up to him.

We pulled into my driveway and Charlie's cruiser was still nowhere to be found. I remembered the doctor said that Charlie wanted us to wait for him. He probably figured that Jake was the one who had taken me to the ER. Paul shut off the engine and sprinted to my side of the truck to help me out. As soon as my feet hit the pavement, Paul had me in his arms.

"You know Paul, I am perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"You probably are. But I'm not taking any chances."

He carried me to the top step and set me down long enough to unlock the door. As soon as it was opened, he picked me up again. I sighed. I might as well just let him. Hell, I really didn't feel like walking anyway.

"So Bella, couch or bed?"

"What?" I said, slightly confused.

"Do you want me to put you on the couch? Or, do you want to go to your bed?"

"Oh, bed please." I thought I saw him grin, but I let it go.

We reached the top of the stairs and Paul stiffened. I felt a low rumble growing in his chest. Was he growling?

"Paul?"

"You have company."

I grew somewhat nervous.

"It's just Jake."

"Oh." Had to love those wolf senses.

I pushed my door open and saw a sleeping Jake sprawled out across my bed, clutching my shirt.

"Paul, can you set me down?"

He growled.

"Paul, it's just Jake."

"I know who it is." He was irritated.

I rolled my eyes. "Paul?"

He finally set me down and I walked over to my bed to wake Jacob.

"Jacob?" I said shaking him. Nothing.

"Jake?" Still nothing.

Paul came over and slapped the back of his head. "Jake!" He awoke with a start.

"Bella!" He sprung up and threw his arms around me, almost knocking me over. Paul snarled viciously and Jake looked at him letting out a growl of his own.

"Now boys. Knock it off. My head is really starting to hurt."

"What's wrong? Where were you?"

I sighed. "I collapsed in the kitchen. Paul here was nice enough to take me to the hospital." I said shooting daggers at him.

He chuckled slightly.

"Paul took you to the hospital? He was here?"

"Um, he came to check on me. I told him I was alone and he felt that he had to look in on me. I'm glad he did."

"I bet. Well Paul, I'm here now. So you can leave if you want." Jake statement sounded like a challenge.

"No fucking way, Black."

Jacob rose from the bed and they glared at one another, a fit of growling erupted in the room.

"Hey." I said standing in between the two of them. "I don't know what this is about, but you guys need to knock it off. I'm in pain. If you both want to stay, then you can stay. But Jake, don't you have school in a few hours anyway?"

Jacob looked taken aback. "Um, yeah. I do."

I sighed. "Then don't you think you should get going before Billy tears you a new one. I'm fine with Paul. He's been taking care of me this entire time. I'm sure he won't let anything happen to me."

Jacob sighed. "Okay." He stated simply, but I knew he didn't like it. He pulled me into a bone crushing hug and kissed me on my forehead before jumping out the window. Paul let out another low growl.

"I should probably get some rest." I said sighing.

He nodded. "I'll be downstairs. Just call me if you need me." He walked toward me and caressed my cheek. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too." I smiled. "Now get out of here before Charlie comes home and I have to explain more than I really care to."

He chuckled. "Alright."

I watched him head downstairs, and felt the sting of his withdrawal again. I shook it off and slid off my shoes, deciding to sleep fully clothed. As I drifted, I found myself thinking of Paul and Jacob. What was going on there? It was like Paul felt like Jake was overstepping some sort of boundary, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. All I did know, was that I would get to the bottom of this. And soon.