Annabelle spent the next week in and out of the hospital. When she wasn't wearing hospital garb she dressed in sweats and jackets and hoodies that were far too large for her; she had no energy to dress in anything else. In school everyone was asking her if she was okay, which she was far from okay with. And she went through just ignoring everything around her as she accustomed herself to doing.


"Annabelle, what happened to your hands?" Edward asked. Carlisle had told them to make sure she ate during lunch and they were doing just that. Esme made food for her every day. Annabelle only looked down at her hands. After a long while Annabelle mumbled, "Fell on glass..." Alice took Annabelle's hands into her own. "This doesn't look like 'fell on glass'" Alice talked, far too fast for Annabelle to hear. Four other pairs of eyes around the table hardened. "More than once?" Alice asked, glancing back up at the girl in front of her. A slight nod. Alice didn't believe her.

"Well, hurry up and finish eating okay? The bell's about to ring." Alice said releasing Annabelle's hands. Annabelle did so. "Time to watch over her" Edward decided, again talking much faster than Annabelle could hear. A deep sigh resonated from Edward and while Annabelle heard it, she refused to react.


When Annabelle got home she did fall on a glass that she dropped, her muscles weren't working to well. Annabelle just laid there on the ground, no strength to even pull herself up. She listened to her heart pounding in her chest, the sound of it almost lulling her to sleep. Annabelle sighed and rolled over onto her side, getting herself up. It was a hassle for Annabelle to just get through the day. A coughing fit through Annabelle back to the floor though. She winced as the glass cut her palms again. Still coughing Annabelle pulled herself up the stairs, collapsing on her bed.

Outside of her window Alice sighed, shaking her head. "I didn't think she was actually telling the truth...I'm such a bad person." Edward shook his head. "No. We all did." he stated. "That still doesn't make it right." Alice challenged, angry only with herself. "Alice, just stop." Edward said; she sighed and looked away. As they continued to watch Annabelle they noticed she seemed feverish. They snuck in.

Edward winced as he placed his hand on her forehead. "She's burning up Alice." Keeping his hand where it was he saw her relax slightly. Alice ran to get ice water and a cloth. "What happened to you?" Edward mumbled, too soft for even Alice to hear.

Once Alice came back he placed Annabelle right on the bed, lying the wet cloth quickly on her forehead. After a few minutes Edward stated "You don't have to stay Alice. I'm going to be doing this until the fever breaks." Alice nodded and left. Edward sighed.


Annabelle was confused when she woke up actually in her bed instead of half off of it like she had landed, especially since no one was home. She got up and stumbled around the house, a small snack was on the list. Using the stairs, the table, and the walls, she held herself up as she went to the pantry. She grabbed the first thing that was there, a small box of raisins. Annabelle couldn't hold down the substance as it hit her stomach. After the mess landed on the floor she struggled to clean up, not only the bile, but also the glass. She was still determined not to be a burden.

She had been called down to dinner as she had been every day that she was home. Adam had refused to let her help do anything to help around the house and although Annabelle had no strength to express it, it annoyed her. Annabelle barely made it down the stairs today though and as she stumbled and struggled to get down them she felt her heart clenching again. She stumbled on the last stair nearly falling. One hand holding the table beside the stairs, the other pressing against her chest. "Anna-" Adam had walked out to see what was taking Annabelle so long and saw her clutching on to the table and pressing against her chest. "A-adam..." she mumbled, nothing else escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body pitched forward.

"Annabelle!" Adam shouted, running forward in an attempt to catch her. "Clarissa! Clarissa, go start the car!" "Adam?" Clarissa questioned as she walked out. She saw Annabelle on the ground and her husband pick his younger sister up. She gasped, running for the keys and outside to get the car started. Adam rushed out and laid Annabelle out on the backseat. "Call the hospital and let them know that she collapsed and I'm on my way over there. And take care of Brittany." Clarissa nodded, in shock, noticing that Adam hadn't put on his seat belt as he sped out of the driveway and down the road. She quickly ran back inside and made the call, consoling Brittany as she did so.


When Adam reached the hospital there was a crash cart and a stretcher outside waiting for them. They pulled her out of the backseat of the car as fast as he could, Adam went to the waiting room like he had when he had been called during work. An hour and a half later Adam was allowed into her room. She was only semi conscious when she heard the door open and close.

"Adam...?" Annabelle calls out. As much as her brother despises her, as much as he hates her, she still wanted him, she wanted him to protect her like he used to. "I'm here Annabelle." He responded to her plea softly coming over to her bedside.. "It hurts..." Annabelle confessed, tears brimming her eyes "my heart hurts so much Adam...please...get them to make it stop.." she whimpered as a tear trailed down her pale cheeks. Adam sighed.

"I'll see what they can do for you Annabelle...It'll be okay." He assured her and left her room to go and find Carlisle. Annabelle could only see it as an abandonment. He back arched at the pain she felt in her chest before passing out.