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EPOV

I listened intently as Bella told me her story. I could tell that it was hard for her to open up and I was thankful that she even trusted me. I mean, we had basically just met and she was already giving me more details than even Alice probably had. I could tell by the pained expression on her face that this was not a natural situation for her. She had not told anyone this before, I was positive of that.

I was paying attention to her, but there was also a nagging voice in the back of my head. Why is she telling me this? Why me? We just met... is it possible she already feels the same way about me as I do for her?

"...I really didn't mean to, I swear..." Bella continued.

I was nodding and smiling at her, showing that I believed her and that I cared. But I was too scared to say anything in response that might upset her.

"...All I wanted to do was sleep. I never can. I have these terrible vivid dreams that keep me up..."

I wanted to ask her for more details, to try and understand. I knew there was something she wasn't telling me and I didn't want to pry.

"They're mostly about my dad..." She barely whispered.

The room was silent for a moment before she burst into tears. I took her hand that was lying on the white hospital sheet and saw a quick glimpse of a smile crossing her face. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking...

"Shh... it's okay Bella. You don't have to. I'm here don't worry." I repeated comforting words to her.

She released her grip on my hand and used the sleeve of her hospital gown to wipe her teary eyes. I slid off the bed quickly and brought her the tissue box that was sitting on the side table.

"How's your head?" I asked.

"The crying probably doesn't help." She admitted with a smile.

"Want me to get a nurse for some meds?"

"Sure, yeah. Thanks." She said confused, as if she suddenly just realized we were in a hospital bed and it was her that's the patient.

I got off the bed and walked into the hallway. There were nurses everywhere so I motioned one towards me. I told her what I needed and she followed me back into Bella's room.

I saw her expression change as she saw Bella's tear streaked face. She gave me a disapproving look and put some medication in Bella's palm.

"Are you okay to swallow sweetie? Or would you rather I put it in the IV?" The nurse asked her.

"This is fine." She replied bluntly. I had the feeling Bella was not a hospital person.

The nurse simply smiled and gave me a warning look as she left, closing the door behind her. She was probably right, I would have to make sure Bella didn't get too upset again.

I watched Bella carefully as she took the pills hesitantly. She was still probably a bit shaken up from her incident, maybe the IV injection was a better idea. Finally, when she swallowed them and drunk the water I passed her, she took a deep breath and motioned for me to come sit with her again.

She took a deep breath and said, "Thank you... Not just for that, I mean. For everything. I'm glad you're here.

My heart was beating so fast inside. I loved looking at her smile, and seeing her as happy as someone could be at a time like this. All of a sudden this girl needed me. Well, she could have me for as long as she wants...

"For you, anytime." I said, smiling back at her.

Then, just as quickly as her smile appeared, it was gone. A serious expression crossed her face as she took a deep breath.

BPOV

I was going to do it. I owed him that much. He saved my life, waited around, and even stayed when I woke up. He genuinely cared for me. And I needed to get this off my chest. It was the reason for my attempt anyway and it would be good for me to tell someone.

I had told him everything up until the part that changed everything.

I told him about my parents, Charlie and Renee and the days I used to be happy. He remembered me from when he was at Forks High school and I was head cheerleader, the popular one. He knew me as his sister Alice's best friend, but everyone knew me.

I told him that my mom and dad were not longer together and now she was dating Phil. I opened up about my feelings of Phil and how I couldn't stand the fact that my mom thought she could just simply replace my dad.

The pounding in my head was stopping now, so I decided it was time.

"I don't know why, but I know I can trust you." I stated. I figured it was better than asking for his trust because I didn't know what I would do if he said no.

He was silent.

That was better for me I guess, I needed to get this over with.

"My father was killed." I waited, "My parents didn't divorce, he didn't just die – he was murdered."

The shock on his face was almost comical. Almost – but not quite, nothing was funny about this situation. He wasn't expecting that, I could tell. He was waiting for some sob story like in the movies.

"That's it though." I continued, "There was no evidence of who did it, how it happened. It was a dead end..."

I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath for so long.

I cannot explain how good it felt to have that off my back. It felt as if someone just lifted a 100 pound brick off my shoulders.

"I'm so sorry –" He began, but I cut him off...

"No, don't." I've had too many of those apologies already in the past four years. "It's enough that I was able to tell you. Someone I can trust means more to me than any sympathy."

"I understand now. And I want you to know that you can always trust me Isabella." He said as he stared straight into my eyes.

There was a long moment of quiet, both of us were too hesitant to speak. I wanted to fill the silence but I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure how he felt about me, but I know I didn't want our connection to end here. It meant a lot to me that he was here and even though we had technically just met, I wanted to be with him.

Lightening the mood, Edward was the first one to talk. "So how 'bout we get you out of here?"

I smiled, relieved that both the awkward silence was over and that I would soon be out of this depressing hole.

"Sounds great!" I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could manage.

He left the room, likely to get my discharge papers when I suddenly realized something. How much did everyone know? Did the hospital call my mom? Not like she would rush to come see me or anything. She would probably just finish her vacation and remember the call when she got around to it.

I was distracted from these thoughts as Edward came back into the room. "We're all set." He announced, waving the signed papers in his hand.

He left me alone to change back into the clothes I came in and I glanced at the clock. 12:43. I wonder if everyone was still enjoying themselves at my house? I laughed at the thought, then gathered my things and walked into the hallway.

Edward was waiting there with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the wall. As soon as he noticed my presence he smiled and walked towards me.

To my surprise as we walked to the front entrance and out the hospital's doors, he slipped my hand into his.

***

The car ride home was short, but long enough for me to get the answers I needed.

"So what's happening back at my house?" I asked Edward.

"I'm not sure, I guess the party's still going on..." He replied, not understanding my question.

I waited, not wanting to ask him directly, hoping that the silence would give him a hint that I needed more information.

"Oh..." He understood, "Don't worry, no one knew you even left. I made sure of that. I'm sure someone has noticed that you're not there, Alice probably, but she won't know why. That would have been embarrassing and stuff, you know. Like it was your party and I didn't want the EMS to show up and everything, I mean, I know your rep at school... And as for your mom, I got them not to call her, because you're 18 and all. I know my mom would kill me if she ever found out about something like that, and she might have a heart attack if she got a call saying I was in the hospital, so i though it would be best if she didn't know just yet. I told them I would make sure she was notified, but I'll let you handle that. Or not handle it. Whichever you prefer..."

I blushed, "Thanks." I said, and truly meant it, just as we were pulling onto my driveway.

My street was still full of parked cars, though some were leaving. The party was definitely still on to my disappointment because I could hear the blasting music that was coming from inside. I was surprised my neighbours hadn't called to complain yet.

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