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A/N: Can't believe it took me this long but I won't hold you guys back anymore. Thanx for being patient with me. But here it is, chapter 10! Enjoy, you guys! ^-^

Chapter 10:

I could see the scene of that night repeat over and over again until I was jolted out of my sleep in a cold sweat, gasping for air as the feeling of the water surrounded me. It drowned me. It drowned them.

Blurry images filled my eyes as I jumped out of my bed and towards the bathroom, feeling the bile inevitably rise up seeking a way out. I hunched over the toilet, feeling my lunch revisit me. I gagged again and again until no energy was left in my body, barely aware of the fact that my hair was being lifted away from my face or that there was a voice growing in panic as soothing circles were rubbed into my back.

I felt my body slump and arms caught me before I could actually fall. I was jostled around and was slightly aware of the fact that I was being carried. My tearful eyes opened enough to give me the identity of the person who was helping me. Edward.

I woke up to the sound of a piano playing in the distance as voices argued around me creating a whirwind of sound that jarred me out of the blurry figures and into reality. I showed no surprise when I saw doctors crowding the small room that I was occupying, arguing and gesturing wildly as the music continued. It flowed from the hall and into the small white, sanitary hospital room.

"She needs therapy!" one doctor exclaimed.

"She needs to be medicated," another protested. Where's Scott? Why isn't he here? I though panicked as I looked around my surroundings.

"Her cousin has been taking care of her," another said sarcastically.

"Its good he didn't hear you say that or else-"

"He can't enter the room until Dr. Cullen comes in and gives that order," another said snottily. Scott can't come in?

"Yeah? Well, its good that he's being distracted by some nurses. They always loved him," another muttered sourly. My bleary eyes opened and all attention was suddenly on me.

"How are you feeling, Isabella? You fainted and..." the doctor's voice was tuned out of my head as the sound of the piano continued. Why do he notes sound so familiar?

"Do you need anything?" a hand waved in front of my face, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked at one of the many doctors who was looking at me concerned.

"Scott," I whispered hoarsely.

"Your cousin is outside of the room. He can't come in-"

"Scott." I whispered again. He looked annoyed then but I couldn't bring myself to care. Scott was just outisde. Where was Carlisle? Why weren't they in here? Why were these doctors even in here? They weren't my doctors.

"We're going to give you some medication to soothe you out," one doctor said thrusting a small cup of cherry red liquid at me, looking at me expectantly.

"Scott," I whispered, looking at the door as his singing voice floated inside.

"...as he goes left and you stay right between the lines

of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came.

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness.

And I could have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life."

"Drink this first and we'll let you see your cousin, Isabella." another doctor said with a smile plastered on his face. I looked at him blankly and looked towards the door, wanting to see Scott. I wanted him here.

"Scott." I whispered, sitting up in the bed.

"Isabella-"

"You're not my doctors. Where is Dr. Cullen? Scott?" I whispered, swinging my legs over the bed and moving to stand. A hand pushed me back gently onto the bed, stopping me from going any further.

"You should drink this," one of the doctors said forcefully.

"No," my voice was firm and for once it was loud. It hurt my throat but I paid no attention to that as I looked defiantly into the eyes of the doctor. "I want to see Scott. Now."

"You can't-"

"Scott! Scott!" my voice was shrill and it hurt and burned my throat as the volume of my voice grew louder and louder. Tears welled in my eyes from the effort as I tried to stand up on my feet, pushing the doctors away from me, glaring at them angrily.

The music came to a sudden cease as my voice grew louder and louder as I refused to listen to the hushed voices of the doctors.

"Get away from me! You're not my doctors! Leave me alone!" I screamed, the tears breaking free. "Stop!" I shouted, pushing away their hands as they tried to sit me back down on the bed. "Scott!" I screamed, swaying on my feet as I felt my energy leave me abruptly.

"Bella," Scott's frantic voice was echoed by the voices of my new friends, Carlisle, and Esme.

"Scott!" I cried, looking around desperately. "Don't touch me!" I screamed hysterically at the doctors who tried to approach me. My knees buckled but I refused to fall as I glared balefully at the many doctors.

The door burst open and I felt myself crack. The tears streamed down my face and arms were immediately around me.

"I hate... hospitals," I croaked through my tears.

"I know, Bells. But you'll be fine. No one's going to hurt you." Scott's soothing voice washed over me. "If you touch her I will sue you for all that you've got." his voice was deadly and wasn't directed at me this time. Murmurs erupted in different forms of apologies and excuses as they all filed out of the room.

"Bella, can you open your eyes?" Carlisle's soothing voice registered through the blurry haze that was beginning to surround me.

"It hurts," I said tiredly.

"What does?" he asked me and I felt myself being laid down on the bed.

"Throat," I said, my voice strained then.

"You should rest, Bella." Esme told me quietly. "Unless you want anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"No... thank you, Esme." I whispered thinking twice about my words. Its not what I want so much as who I want... But that wouldn't matter because they won't ever come back. They won't be there when I wake up. I thought, wiping the tears away sadly.

"Bells, you'll be fine." Scott's voice said reluctantly. I smiled weakly at him as I began to drift off into unconsciousness. We both knew that I wouldn't ever be alright again. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him otherwise.

A/N: I love that band and music has always been an inspiration for me. I thought that that song actually fit for this. Thnx for reading again and don't forget to review. Plz review! Ten more reviews would be appreciated before I post up the next chapter. :)

-eli