Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I only own my mistakes.

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We arrive to the hospital, and everyone greets Alice by name, so I'm guessing their father works here. As they rush Edward inside, she gives me a small glance so I stay behind in the waiting area.

I feel so out of place, I start debating whether I should go or not. Luckily, Alice comes out rather quickly.

I get up to meet her, but she sits next to me with a huff, so I sit back down.

"He wants me to drive you home," she states.

"Oh..."

"He's worried that you're here waiting by yourself."

Classic Edward. "Is he okay?"

"He will be. Just waiting for the meds to take effect."

"What happened?"

"He gets... very severe headaches."

"Like migraines?"

"Yeah... something like that."

Migraines. Okay, that's not that bad, except Alice looks like there's definitely something else going on.

"Alice, please, tell me what is it?"

"I can't tell you, he'll never forgive me. He has to tell you himself." She starts walking to the exit doors. "I told you already, he is very stubborn. He refuses to grasps the limitations of his condition, and he doesn't take help kindly." She seems so sad and frustrated, almost on the verge of tears, it makes me wonder what went on in there.

I don't want to add to her worries, and I am certain she'd like to return to her brother. "I can take a cab home, Alice. It's no problem," I say once we are outside.

"Bella, he insisted I drive you myself."

Alice drives me to my dorm, almost in complete silence, while my mind spins and my heart breaks thinking of Edward.

I would have liked to stay and make sure he's okay, but this way I am less of a burden on Alice.

Once in my dorm, Rosalie is not back yet, so I stare at the ceiling and I think... I stare and I think until I lose track of time.

The knock on the door surprises me. Unless Rosalie lost her keys again, I have no idea who it could be.

He leans with a hand on the doorframe. His head snaps up as I open the door. "Bella?"

"Oh my God, Edward, what are you doing here? How-"

"I'm so sorry for ruining your night," he says in almost a whisper. He holds the fedora with his hand on his chest while his other hand runs through his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm better. I didn't even hug you back. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." I move closer to him, my hand reaching for his over his chest. When our hands meet he breathes out roughly. "Do you want to come inside?"

"I can't be long. My sister should be waiting downstairs. Unless, of course, she didn't listen to me as per usual."

Only then is when I notice the tiny figure across the hall. With a finger over her mouth, Alice signals for me to keep quiet.

"Come on, come sit down for a bit." I hold his hand and guide him inside, closing the door behind us.

Once on my bed, Edward takes another deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. What happened?"

"I get these headaches and they are…" He pauses and takes a deep breath. "They are crippling. This one started mild but it got much worse during our song. At some point, I couldn't really even hear you, and I struggled to keep up."

"I noticed you skipped a beat."

"I'm surprised I even finished the song. I haven't had one this bad in a while."

"The day of my assessment…" I start.

"Yes," he admits. "I couldn't find my pills before you got there and it was already starting to be bad…"

I knew there was something wrong with him that day. Just to think he was literally in pain while I played for a whole hour… "So are they like migraines? Do you know what causes them?"

"Not quite like migraines…" he says avoidingly. "There are many triggers, but I haven't really pinpointed any in particular. It just happens." He shrugs.

"Are you better now?"

"Only a little dizzy from the meds..." His fingers extend to the space between our hands, over the comforter, and when there's contact, he smiles. "...and the stairs."

"I can't believe you showed up here." I link my pinky with his.

"I wanted to return the hug."

"Oh…"

"Could you stay very still?"

The hand over my hand starts moving up, leaving goosebumps on its way to my shoulder. His left hand reaches forward as well until it touches my knee and then finds my other arm. When his right hand meets my neck, I close my eyes with a gasp. The palm of his hand cups my chin and his fingers caress my jaw.

His touching action changes then, becoming less like caressing and more like probing as his fingertips explore my face. He traces my nose and my cheekbones and his smile spreads wider as his thumb rubs over my bottom lip.

He leans closer and closer until he is hugging me, and my arms reciprocate under his.

He breathes out close to my ear and then his nose traces my jaw as he breathes in. I keep my eyes closed, swimming in his scent, until I feel his lips softly peck mine.

A little moan escapes his lips as he deepens the kiss, and my hands find their way to his face, pulling him to me.

All too soon, he breaks the kiss. I'm left out of breath, sitting in front of him, utterly entranced.

"I came here to hug you, and now I have kissed you." A small chuckle escapes his lips. "I think I better go."

"You don't have to." I pout.

"I do." He laughs through his nose. "My sister is probably impatiently waiting for me."

Ah... Right, Alice.

He stands up, putting his hat back on. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

"You better," I say right away, and the smile he rewards me with is breathtaking.

He nods, stepping back and stumbling with my bed. He chuckles adorably, shaking his head, and after a quick "goodbye" he disappears through my door.

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