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By the way, Bella isn't bothered by blood in this story, just letting you know.

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Song for this chapter: Animal – Neon Trees

Friend

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I slept soundly that night, Carlisle's energy ever so present, though I never saw him. School the next day was a different story, for I knew Carlisle had to leave for work, thinking that school would be a safe enough place for me to be alone.

But he was wrong, the small junior high was crowded with snobby girls that would do anything for a chance to pick on me or any other girl that didn't wear shorts up to their mid-thigh. I grabbed onto my necklace and thought only of Carlisle as I was backed up between two walls in the girl's locker room.

"Bella," One glared at me, sticking her nose up and resting a hand on her hip.

"What do you want?" I asked rudely. One of the girls snorted, and another laughed.

I turned towards them, letting my guard down, the next time I looked back, a dainty fist collided with my nose. I stumbled backwards, holding my hand over my face to stop the blood from streaming over my chin and ruining my white shirt.

I shoved past their shocked faces into the gym where my gym teacher, Mr. Seeler sat reading the newspaper. He looked up at me swiftly, to see me trying to hold back tears. He got me tissues and tried to apply pressure to it, to stop the bleeding, but I whimpered in pain.

"Bella," I nodded at my name, "What happened?" I gave up on trying not to cry and started to say too many things at once. He shook his head, "I don't understand what you're saying." He took my hand and placed it over my nose, so I would keep the tissue from falling, then lead me to the nurse's office across the hallway from the north gym.

The woman at the office looked at me for a second, silent, before reaching quickly for the phone and handing it to me. Being in a small town, even a small injury was treated as a major issue. I sighed, my tears under control, but my eyes still red and puffy. I felt my nose swelling under my fingers and worried that it was more than just a bloody nose.

I tried Charlie's number first, but he didn't pick up and I figured he must be out. I imagined his phone still lying on his desk, vibrating as I called him twice.

Next, I punched in Carlisle's phone number, part of me hoping that he didn't pick up. But part of me wishing that he would hold me until all the pain went away.

My heartbeat picked up loudly when I first heard his voice.

"Carlisle," I whispered. The woman from the office looked at me once, before returning to her conversation with Mr. Seeler.

"Yes? Isabella?" He asked me worriedly.

"I got a bloody nose during gym and I can't get a hold of Charlie, could you come pick me up?"

He didn't wait a second before he answered. "Yes, of course, I'll be there soon."

I set the phone down quietly, they all looked at me. "Dr. Cullen's coming to pick me up," I told them softly. One of the lady's in the back of the office looked at me incredulously and went back to her work. I turned towards my gym teacher.

"Are you in pain?" Mr. Seeler asked, taking the soaked through tissue from me and replacing it with a new one.

"No- Yes, a little bit, but it's mostly numb." He didn't have time to voice his worries, because the bell rang over the intercom, making both of us jump. The sixth graders stared at me as they walked by, but I didn't care, I only worried about what Carlisle would do. I didn't know if vampires got mad easily, and what they, or he, would do when he figured out that this wasn't an accident.

Children slowly thinned out as they went back to their classrooms. I stared up at the large intercom in the corner of the ceiling as the bell rang again a few minutes later.

Not even a minute later, I heard Carlisle walking down the hallway, his footsteps getting louder as he got closer. I reluctantly looked towards his worried face. "Bella," He whispered, tucking his finger under my chin to keep my head tilted back.

I sighed exasperated as he turned towards the shocked faces staring at him. My gym teacher smiled politely, grabbing the clip board so Carlisle could sign me out. "Thank you," He muttered, scribbling his name, than labeling 'sick' next to my name. He placed it back on the counter carefully and turned towards me.

"Do you need your backpack?" I shook my head no and he smiled pitifully. I glared at him and he looked away. "Your jacket?"

"Didn't bring one," My voice was muffled by the scratchy paper. He laughed once, not amused by my decision this morning. He shrugged out of his black one and handed it to me as he lead me from the school building.

I noticed he still had his purple scrubs on and I looked at him apologetically. "Sorry if I interrupted something." He shrugged as he opened the car door for me.

"It's fine, your more important to me than anything in this world, if I was on the other side of the earth and you were hurt, I'd be there in a second." He crouched down next to my door, slowly taking the tissue off my face, the dried blood peeling away with it.

His eyebrows scrunched together in worry as his thumbs wiped away the fresh blood. He slowly leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then pulled away to feel for bumps, I flinched, and he stopped, starting to feel along my cheekbones instead.

When he was done he dropped his hands and slowly stood up. I looked at him, scared by his conclusion.

"I think it's broken," He finally said, I nodded in disappointment. But instead of getting into the car, he surprised me by taking my face between his hands. "Who did this to you?" He asked angrily.

I looked calmly back at him, expecting his reaction. "I don't know, there were too many, I didn't see who it was."

"Boys?" His eyes started to turn darker, almost a fierce black. This was the first time I was ever even slightly frightened by him.

"No, some girls from my gym class. It's only girls, they split us up from the boys." He nodded curtly, about to remove his hands from my face. But I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling an incredible urge to be held. He held onto me gratefully, as if he needed me too.

Though he pulled away after a few seconds, "I need to get you to the hospital," He looked at his watch. "My shifts over, I was planning to get off early and pick you up," I tried to smile at him, but again, I didn't know if it looked quite right.

He got in the opposite side of the car, not bothering to buckle himself. Opening the middle console, he pulled out a box of tissues. I looked at him incredulously, knowing he didn't need to use them, he shrugged. "In case of emergencies,"

I smiled, tilting my head back and trying to clot the blood. The hospital came into view quickly, and before I knew it, Carlisle was already punching in the numbers to unlock the door through the back entrance. I watched him as his graceful fingers pressed the small metal buttons and his amused smile as he caught me.

I rolled my eyes and walked past him as he opened the door for me. "Thank you, Carlisle." I said, turning to look at him. Our shoulders touched lightly as he lead me down the hallway towards the back rooms. He stopped once at one of the circular desks that held charts for the rooms that they were next to. I watched curiously as he talked to the nurses, how he denied their flirting, and how he handled things directly.

"There's an empty room back here," He said, sliding his hand to the small of my back and leading me further into the building until there was practically no one. He told me to sit down, I followed directions and collapsed into a seat ungracefully.

He opened one of the cabinets above the sink and pulled out a skinny bandage, it looked like the ones that you use to prevent snoring. I told him so, and he laughed loudly, sitting down on the black rolling stool. He used a clean wipe, to rid my nose of any blood before he put the bandage on. His cold fingers felt good, and I knew he could tell, because his fingers lingered longer than necessary.

"There's not much more I can do," He said pulling away. "You'll just have to let it heal on it's own, it won't take too long, though." I smiled gratefully, not saying anything. He smiled back and took my hand, pulling me from the bed with the crinkly paper.

"Where's your coat?" He asked suddenly, looking around me. I smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"You didn't notice before?" I asked him, looking towards the floor, embarrassed. He didn't say anything, just opened the door. "Sorry, it's in the car." I told him.

"Bella, Bella." He said.

"I think you're a great friend, Dr. Cullen." I told him randomly, walking through the door with him behind me.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because when I hurt myself, I'll have a doctor around." He laughed loudly, I turned to look at him. His eyes shone when he smiled, he began to look younger than I thought he was.

"How old are you, Carlisle?" I asked him, stepping into pace beside him.

He was silent for a second, "Probably about 350 years," He told me reluctantly.

I smiled widely, "Cool."

"Only you," He chuckled, poking my side. I nodded, elbowing him.

"Yup."

Most over used word: "Smile"

Did you like it? It's like... too early, I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes, I'll try to fix them later... too tired...

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