Rosalie was lounging on the sofa, flicking through her nails. Edward was staring at me, which was creepy. And Alice was talking excitedly to Esme, who was writing things down.

For the next half hour, Esme planned out routines, listening to six songs over and over again. Edward didn't stop staring at me.

"You're creeping me out," I said finally, my tone snappy.

Edward blinked, "What?"

"You. You're creeping me out. Stop staring. I don't want to be the object you're staring at. Stare at the door, or something," I told him simply. "It's creepy. You sit there not moving for the last half hour. Were you even breathing?"

"Yes," he said dejectedly.

"At least something was right," I muttered.

Rosalie snorted, trying to stop her laughter. Good, I made a funny.

"Why are you such a bitch?"

Everything froze. Esme glanced at Edward in shock. "Edward!"

"Excuse me?" I asked. "A bitch? Oh my god, this is not happening." I turned to Rose. "He just-"

"Oh, he did," Rosalie nodded, sending a glare at Edward.

"Esme, thank you so much for inviting me over," I said, standing, "But I really should be going. You have a lovely family."

"Uh, thank you, dear. And you're welcome over anytime. I hope you can forgive my son," she shot Edward a glare as well. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Don't go!" Emmett insisted. "Play with us!" He gestured to the space in between himself and Jasper. Ooo, tempting.

"Please?" Jasper added.

Esme smiled at me hopefully and I sighed, "Alright. But I have never played a video game before so..."

"Never played a-" Emmett gasped, clutching his heart.

"Oh, don't die!" Jasper cried dramatically, pulling Emmett off the floor and onto the couch.

I plopped down, "Show me how," I instructed.

Emmett thrust a controller into my hands, "Alright, you press this button to shoot." A war game, wonderful. I pressed the button. "Not now! Jesus, you're going to get yourself killed! Alright, and this button is to crouch or crawl," he added, after his freak out. "For the rest of the stuff, just whatever you press does something."

I groaned, "I'm going to die."

"Nah," Jasper elbowed me. I grimaced in pain.

"Bruised rib," I told him as an explanation as he looked at me worriedly.

"You bruised your rib, but I thought-"

"When you fall, your whole body takes it," I told him as an explanation. I lifted my shirt and saw the eggplant purple bruise appearing on my right hip side. I grimaced, "Oh, that's going to kill me in the morning."

"Dude, you need ice," Emmett said bluntly.

"It's fine," I shrugged, and I pulled my shirt down, holding the controller tightly. "How do I start?"

Emmett pressed a button and it loaded for a moment before I was at some place. This was going to suck.

After dying fifty times, I finally got the hang of it and won a match. By then it was nine o'clock.

"Oh my god," I muttered, standing and feeling the cramp from the bruises. It hurt like hell.

"You know what?" Esme said after a moment. "I think I should have Carlisle look at those ribs. You might have fractured something."

"It's not a fracture," I insisted. "Just a little bruising."

"Carlisle's a doctor, it'll only take a moment," Esme assured me.

I was still hesitant, "Alright. But quickly. Mom'll kill me if I'm out later than ten."

Esme led me up the stairs of the magnificent house and into the study of one Carlisle Cullen, the DILF.

"I think you need to check some of her injuries from practice, Carlisle. Her ribs are quite sore."

"They're fine," I insisted. "They're just bruised."

Carlisle gestured for me to lift up my shirt. I did so. He grimaced, "This happens often?"

"No, I just took a lot of hits today. It'll be better by Saturday," I assured him.

His chilly fingers pressed against my ribs after getting my permission and I winced in pain. Okay, that really hurt.

"I think you broke a rib," Carlisle stated.

"You can't take me off the ice," I insisted. "It'll be fine. I just can't stop skating or Monday will be really bad."

"Bella, it really isn't safe to skate with this kind of injury. You could land wrong and puncture a lung."

"No," I insisted. "I can't stop skating. I have a competition in a month. I have to get ready for it."

"I insist, Bella, that you sit out for at least a week or so," Carlisle told me.

Sabotage. They were trying to sabotage me?

"Fine," I ammended. "I won't do any doubles or triples, nor quads. But that doesn't mean I won't do singles or anything else. I have to do them. I can't stop or I'll get out of shape."

Carlisle sighed, "I'd rather you not skate at all, for your own protection, but I guess I can't force you."

"You can't," I told him. "My mom would die before I stopped skating."

"That's what I figured," Carlisle stated grimly. "But you have a serious injury. Don't push yourself if you feel in pain. Just take a break and relax."

"I can do that," I said, relieved. I was expecting him telling Esme to take my skates away if I pushed it.

"Then I'll just wrap this and you're good to go. Do you want pain pills?"

"No," I said immediately. "Absolutely not."

"You sure?" Carlisle asked as he gently wrapped an Ace bandage around my mid-section.

I nodded, "Mom would know if I took them. I can't have her find out."

"That you're taking pain pills because you broke a few ribs?" Carlisle asked, his eyebrows raising.

I nodded, "I-She's really strict about medicine. 'They didn't have pain pills five hundred years ago. You don't need them.'" I recited the line she always spoke whenever I complained about a few bruises.

"I just want you to take an easy. If these fractures worsen, you can puncture a lung," Carlisle said seriously.

I nodded, "Understood, Dr. Hotty. But I can do... other activities and get away with no injuring myself?" I glanced him over. "And if so, may I suggest something?"

"No. Nothing of the sort," Carlisle quirked a lip. "And I'd prefer not to hear your suggestion."

"I bet you look great in a uniform," I winked, saying it anyway. "Thanks for having me over. You guys have a beautiful home." I grabbed my bag and keys from the living room. Rosalie was laughing at my innuendo to Carlisle.

"Leaving already?" Emmett asked, glancing back at me.

"Yeah, curfew's nine-thirty. And it's a ten minute drive. I think I can make it... I'd have to warp into a bat or something. Too bad I'm not a vampire."

There was a silent moment as Emmett looked at me weirdly before he cracked up into laughter, "You're a strange one."

"That's what I'm told," I laughed. "Thanks, guys."

"Anytime," Emmett winked. I rolled my eyes and slid my shoes on, heading to my car and driving away.

Oh, Dr. Cullen would look fine in a uniform. All of the Cullen males would... except for Gayward.

I'm sorry! I should have updated weeks ago, but I've been super busy! Read! Review! And more to come:)

-Nastya Wynde