I woke in the back of an ambulance, with Edward Cullen holding my hand, looking worriedly at me.

"What's…going on?" I struggled to remember why I was in the ambulance, and all I could vaguely remember was Edward holding me up as he stopped the van from crushing me. With his bare hand. Then the memories started flooding back as he looked down at me, his eyes full of worry, concern, and fear.

"Shh…it's okay. Tyler almost crashed into you, but I got you out of the way before anything could happen, and he was able to miraculously stop." His eyes were begging me to go along with his story. The EMT in the background piped in.

"Miraculously? That was the most amazing thing I've ever heard of. You two kids are lucky you weren't killed, let alone that one of you blacked out." He shook his head and then looked down at me. "By the way, you feeling any better hon? That was quite a scary experience. We called your dad, and he told us not to worry, he'd tell your mom and he'd be at the hospital right away." I groaned. Mom was going to have a million fits. Even if I wasn't injured, she still was going to worry, which was totally unnecessary. Edward looked down at me still, the worry in his eyes taking over any other emotion. I motioned for him to bend down, and I whispered in his ear.

"Thank you, so much. If it weren't for you, I'd be a pancake. But how did you…?" He snapped his head back up and shook it ferociously.

"Just don't ask." He whispered fiercely, and turned his head.

"Thank you." I looked down now, trying to make sense of it in my mind, but failing. There was no way that could have happened, unless…unless Jake's myths were true.

We arrived at the hospital shortly, and after I got a check-up from Dr. Carlisle Cullen, he left the room to check on Tyler, who was in another room, and Edward emerged from out of nowhere. Immediately, I sat up in my bed.

"Edward! What happened back there? How did you…?" He shook his head again.

"Bella, you went into shock, and I was right next to you and got you out of the way. That is all I did. If you think I did anything else, you must have hallucinated from the traumatic experience." I glared. I may be klutzy, but I am not stupid.

"Edward, I know what I saw. You…you stopped the van with one hand!" I knew I sounded absurd, but I knew what I had seen. He walked over to the window and looked out.

"Please Bella." His tone was nothing like his previous. It was soft and gentle, but what got me the most, was the fear that was instilled deeply in it. I sighed, and he immediately turned around.

"Fine. I don't understand what happened, but obviously, you don't want to admit your heroics or whatever it was you did. So fine. I'll stick to the story you say happened. It'll be my version of thank you." His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Thank you Bella." I laughed.

"You're thanking ME? After YOU saved my life?" At this, his smile grew a bit deeper, and he chuckled softly.

"I suppose I am. Well. I'll leave you now. Charlie should be here soon to pick you up." His face grew serious again. "But be careful Bella. And make sure you get rest to recover." With that, he left the room, and lo and behold, not three minutes later did Charlie appear.

"Bells! I was so worried about you! Are you okay? Were you hurt? Did that kid do anything?" He subconsciously growled. "So help me, if he hurt ONE hair on your head…" I interrupted before Charlie became Mount Vesuvius and exploded.

"Dad, its fine. Tyler stopped before he could hit me, and Edward helped to get me out of the way. I'm just here because I blacked out. And since I'm fine now, can we go home, so I can call Mom? I'm sure she's having a fit the size of Texas as we speak." He nodded, slightly with worry still evident on his face, but as he helped me stand up, I saw that he knew I was okay now. We went home, and I called my mother. She was in a tizzy, which was expected and I calmed her down surprisingly fast, and after we got over the accident, we talked about everything else that was happening currently. After an hour long conversation, I went downstairs, and found Billy and Charlie lounging in the living room.

"What is going on..?" I asked in disbelief. Why was Billy here? And if Billy was here, that must mean…

"Bells!" Jake's head popped out from the kitchen. He had some sort of food on his forehead, and he rushed forward wearing an apron to give me a hug. He immediately picked me up after hugging me, and held me like a child, supporting my back and legs. "Are you okay? I heard what happened, and that Edward Cullen saved you." He held me tighter, and I smiled. Billy and Charlie appeared to be trying not to laugh.

"Jake, you can put me down, I'm fine." He shook his head, and I sighed. "You're ridiculous. And what is on your face?" I reached forward and wiped what was on his forehead. He blushed.

"That's part of my attempt to make supper. Since you always make food for me, and especially after a day like this, I thought you could, well…I thought it might be nice to make something for you." My entire face lit up. Jake was so…wonderful.

"Jake…that's so…" my voice trailed off. "Thank you so much" I threw my arms around his neck, and he smiled. He held me tighter and whispered in my ear.

"Well, after all you've done for me, it only seemed right. Besides," he continued in an even softer voice. "isn't that what people do when they care about each other? I only wish I had been the one able to save you." At those words, a single tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks. I smiled and whispered in his ear yet again,

"Thank you Jake."

Charlie and Billy both cleared their throats simultaneously. Jake and I jumped and he put me down gingerly.

"Bells, why don't you help Jake fix dinner?" Billy said. "Something smells like its burning." Me and Jake sniffed the air.

"Uh oh," Jake said, and together, we rushed into the kitchen. He quickly turned the stove off while I surveyed the mess he had created and burst out laughing. He twisted around, a sheepish grin on his face. "I said that I was trying to make dinner. I didn't say that it was successful." I laughed, and reached on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair.

"Nonsense. We'll have everything ready in no time." And so we did. Dinner was wonderful. A bit overcooked, but it was lovely to have everyone I cared about in Forks all together and happy. As Jake and I said goodnight, he gave me a tight hug and kissed me on the forehead, and I rested in his arms for a few precious moments before he went back to his own house with Billy.

That night, I lay in my bed, wondering how such an awful day had turned out to be so perfect by the end.