It was 9:27. The three Cullens sat outside the hospital room, listening to the conversation taking place between Bella, Rosalie, Carlisle, and Jasper, somewhat—he more contributed loopy images of strange stories and vague descriptions. They had given him a drug making him loopy and dizzy, so that he would stop thrashing long enough for the nurses to bandage up his wrists. Carlisle asked the normal questions- how long has he been depressed, what symptoms has he shown—and it was one of these simple questions that threw Jasper, Bella, and Rosalie off.
"So," Carlisle had asked, flipping through his charts. "What do you all do?" Rosalie looked perfectly calm, but Bella stiffened, her guard going up.
"I sing." Rosalie answered smoothly. "At clubs. At night. Jasper's a student at NYU. Full scholarship." She added.
"Ok," said Carlisle, writing it down in his chart. "What about you?" She said, turning to Bella. She flushed.
"I'm uh—currently unemployed." She lied feebly. The Cullens leaned forward, curious at why she saw the need the lie.
"BULLSHIT!" Yelled Jasper, giggling stupidly. "You silly girl. Mister Doctor Sir, Bellsie Wellsie is lying, the silly little thing!" He let out another giggle. "Bellsie likes to fight. Gives 'em the old one two!" He demonstrated clumsily. "She does it at night. People bet against her, 'cuz she's just a little girl—then she beats the crap outta those suckers!" He let out a booming laugh. Bella rushed over to him and slapped her hand over his mouth, laughing nervously.
"He doesn't know what he's talking about," She lied, feigning innocent (badly). "I was telling the truth before, I don't have a job." Carlisle's face flickered with a look of horror upon thinking of his daughter taking part in such things. Edward growled loudly. Bella was doing… street fighting? Rosalie's thoughts confirmed it.
Oh no! Jasper, you son-of-a-bitch, what the fuck have you done? Bella pays all the bills with the money she gets from those street fights, and if she gets caught, we're broke! We'll be on the streets! Again!
Edward was in shock. His tender, dainty, clumsy beautiful little Bella was street fighting? And they had been on the streets? When? Edward took a moment to survey what Bella, Rosalie and Jasper were wearing.
Bella wore a beat-up brown leather jacket over a plain black v-neck top and black skinny jeans with a ratty pair of converse. She wore green fingerless gloves and a skater hat.
Rosalie wore a fitting low-necked t-shirt with a graphic design on it, skinny jeans and stiletto heals.
Jasper wore a skater hat and a t-shit, with a pair of skinny jeans to match. His blond hair and covered his dark eyes.
"Oh, uh, ok." Allowed Carlisle, making himself believe his daughter for his own sanity. Rosalie and Bella let out a sigh of relief.
"When do you think he can come home?" Asked Bella, slowly taking her hand off Jasper's mouth to grasp his hand.
"Tomorrow, I think. But he needs to begin seeing a therapist. I have a list of therapists in--" Rosalie cut him off.
"Thanks, Doc, but we can't exactly afford a therapist, at the moment." She said, holding her head high, rejecting her damaged pride.
My daughters and son. On the streets—most likely street fighting, in Bella's case. My poor, depressed son- unable to get himself a therapist. I have to help them. Carlisle thought sadly
"Well, alright then," He sighed. "You know what? How about this. My wife is a therapist and I think I might be able to get you some sessions for free." Alice smiled sadly, thanking Carlisle silently. Esme was in a sense a therapist- she had went to college and graduate school for it once or twice. She was a bit out of practice, granted—but she still knew what she was doing.
"Oh, Dr. Cullen, that would be wonderful." Bella thanked quickly. Rosalie looked skeptical, but shrugged.
"I guess, Doc," She smiled. "We never turn down anything free." She quickly checked her cell phone for the time, frowning slightly.
"Hey, Bella?" She turned to Bella, sitting down next to her in the chairs. "I have a gig, like, now. Or at least I need to start setting up now. Do you mind if I…?" she trailed off. Bella shook her head.
"No, no, Rosalie. Go ahead. I'll take care of Jazzy." She said, hugging Rosalie.
"Ok, sweetheart. Bye, stupid." She fondly addressed Jasper, kissing him on the head.
"Bye bye, Rosa…lee." He giggled. "Have-have you ever noticed that if you put 'Rosa' and 'Lee' together you get 'Rosalie?' Those are like two totally different name and they make Rosa—lie. Get it?" He giggled stupidly. Rosalie rolled her eyes and strut out of the room, her heels clicking on the hard hospital floor.