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Authors Note: I am sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I know how much I hate it when I read a story and then…no updates. That makes me so mad, so I am mad at myself. One of my readers, who is also one of my best friends was like "Is that Doctor Hamilton based on your mom?" Yes the character is based on my mom, but no she isn't a doctor.

On with ze chapter!

Emmet's POV

Bella looked, well to be honest, dead. Her eyes were ringed with blue-ish purple bruises and her skin which was usually pale looked even whiter and blotchy purple and sickly color. I've seen my fair share of corpses, unfortunately but she looked sick. If her chest was moving I hadn't noticed it yet, which isn't a good sign because I have extraordinary vision. I quickly I turned my head to Alice, silently questioning if she had seen anything that would mean Bella was alive.

But she wasn't looking at me, her eyes were tightly closed and she was slightly swaying to an invisible breeze and I knew that she was having a vision. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad because her face was blank, and showed no emotion.

I was just about to go and slap Alice awake from her trance when she finally relaxed and slowly opened her eyes.

"Alice, what did you see? Is Bella all right? What happened, and why did she try to kill herself?" Once I said that Alice's face changed, it looked like I had actually slapped her and that I had for once, guessed correctly.

"Emmett, I shouldn't tell you. Bella didn't want anyone, especially Edward to know and if I tell you you're going to think about it someday and Edward will eventually find out." Ok, that made sense. I had blabbed one or two, okay like 30 secrets to Edward mentally but it wasn't my fault! I can't control my thoughts and when I try to I start thinking of Rose and since Edward doesn't want to see that I try to think of other things. Usually the other things are the things I was supposed to be keeping from him in the first place. I turned back to Alice and saw she wasn't where I last saw her; she was bending over Bella with two fingers on her neck counting slowly to herself.

Before I could ask any questions or think of any questions to ask Alice was snapping out instructions faster than any human could possibly consider hearing.

"Okay Emmett, you grab that towel from the cupboard, not the blue ones cause Charlie would notice those missing. Grab the yellow fluffy ones and rip them into 2 pieces and fold them over in half vertically." I was over to the towel cupboard and folding the towels before Bella had even taken another breath.

This next part would be even more difficult, if Alice was thinking what I was thinking and of course, she was.

"Is it folded?" she looked over quickly than gave a curt nod "Perfect, we must get this over her wrists so they don't have a chance to bleed anymore, you have to hold your breath and be very gently. Try to push the skin back together before you tie it. Also, make sure you don't just tie it like shoe lace, wrap it around multiple times and then pick up one of those safety pins that are on the side of the bath tub." While she gave me those instructions she had already started wrapping the left wrist. Following her lead I gently lifted Bella's poor mutilated wrist and gently wrapped her wrist, careful to put some pressure but also making sure that it wasn't too tight. It wrapped around the frail arm about 7 times and then fastened with two pins.

Alice finished before me, so she went to the cupboard and grabbed another towel. This time it was a fluffy pink bath sheet big enough to wrap around two or three Bella's. More likely three, this Bella had lost weight since I had last seen her and even then she was small. I am nearly 100 percent sure that she could possibly share clothes with Alice if they weren't much too short.

My hands looked huge as I extended them out wards to Bella, taking care to grasp her arms tenderly while still avoiding looking at her body. I love Bella like a sister and I respect her privacy. Once Bella was out of that ice cold water I carefully laid her on the rug that was on t he floor of the bath room; I grabbed the towel and rubbed the droplets of water that clung to her skin away. Hopefully the friction of the fibers from the towel against her skin would warm her up, even minutely.

At that moment Alice returned and took over drying off Bella's more sensitive areas as I looked away. Alice's voice came from behind me, still whispering.

"Can you finish packing her bag? All her personal articles are in the bottom of the duffel bag on her bed. I just need you to put in a few comfortable looking outfits. We both know that Bella would object to me buying her a whole new wardrobe.

This was a job I was comfortable doing; with a nod to Alice I left the room, smoothly closing the bathroom door behind me. The more I see these bare walls the more I realize how much it must have hurt Bella when we, well Edward left. I wish I was able to comfort her but maybe me being here trying to console her would have made things worse.

Sighing, I opened the top dresser drawer which contained, to my chagrin all of Bella's "personal articles" that I had been hoping not to see. The next drawer held t-shirts that Alice would never have bought so I assumed Bella found them comfortable. Most were just high necked one color shirts but buried beneath everything else in a black plastic bag was a dark blue v-neck blouse.

At fist I could not figure out why Bella would hide this shirt when I realized that this was Edward's favorite shirt on her, so reluctantly I folded it back up and stuffed it into her drawer.

It didn't take long to pack a few outfits, the clothes that Bella wore were all one color deals that usually were pale greens or teals. Nothing blue, yellow or pink; there was no life or spark in the wardrobe. I suspected that it was an accurate description of Bella's life without Edward.

With no warning Alice came up behind me; and as I turned to address her she held up one finger in warning.

"I just had a vision." The tone of her voice told me that it wasn't a good one.

"What was it about?" I didn't actually want to know but unfortunately it was probably important and affected what we were doing now. One word was enough to make me panic.

"Charlie" that two syllable word was enough time for me to listen and hear the un-mistakable sound of tires crunching on the loose rocks of a gravel road.

So I am very sorry that I had to end it like that, one of my longest chapters actually. I enjoyed that chapter, but if you guys didn't and have any ideas there is a magical button on the bottom of this page that will allow you to tell me things…