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A/N- Sorry for the delay. I decided to extend the story some more. Originally this was going to be the last chapter, but I'm not ready for it to end yet, so hopefully you enjoy the new direction it will be going. Once I figured out what I wanted to do, I couldn't get on to update this silly thing. Please forgive me for making you wait. Thanks!

"Edward, will you please stop pacing. You are making us all nervous. She's going to wake up in thirty seconds, okay?" That was definitely Alice's voice. Why was Edward pacing? Probably because of me. I seem to cause him more distress than anyone else in his life. Did I faint? Is that why Alice said "she" would wake up? That's weird. All I remember were Alice and Edward screaming and then…. Hmm, yep, it all went dark after that.

My eyes fluttered open to see Alice bouncing on her toes, looking quite smug. Carlisle was looking at me with concern and relief. Then there was Edward. Running his hands through that thick hair of his, looking like he would have been physically ill from worry if possible. Relief spread across his face as we locked eyes.

"Edward, you need to relax," I said, trying to lighten things up a bit. I recognized the bed I was laying on as Alice's and tried to remember how I had gotten there. "Seriously, you look like you are going to have a stroke." I laughed for a moment until I realized that everyone else was silent. Alice and Carlisle looked inexplicably sad, while Edward was just furious.

"You think that is funny? That isn't funny! That isn't something to joke about," he fumed, resuming his pacing around the room.

"What did I say? Edward, it was a JOKE. Can someone please tell me what is going on?" The eerie silence started wearing on my nerves when Carlisle finally spoke.

"Bella, I think you had a transient ischemic attack, or 'mini-stroke'." Oh, I guess that explains Edward's reaction. "It was most likely a result of your injury there. A blood clot must have gotten lose and traveled to your brain, causing you to black out. The problem with these kinds of conditions is that there is no way of knowing when one would happen or even if one could happen. Most people recover from traumatic wounds like yours with no problems. This was a freak occurrence most likely, but it would make me feel better if you would go back to the hospital for an MRI. It would tell us if there was any damage done with the blood flow was being blocked. You are very lucky that everything happened the way it did. It could have been much, much worse."

"Can't I just stay here? Alice will be able to tell if something is going to happen, and then you can do whatever it is you need to do to make sure I am ok. That would work right?" Carlisle shook his head, and it looked like Edward was ready to pick me up and carry me to the hospital himself. Alice continued to shake her head sadly.

"I'm sorry Bella, but I really do think this is the best way. Alice just barely saw it before it happened this time. Until that blood clot 'decides' to break away and move through your blood stream, she won't see it. As a physician, I would be remiss if I didn't recommend full medical treatment. Plus you know that I think of you as one of my children. You are my most fragile daughter. It would break my heart if something were to happen to you that I could have prevented." I couldn't stop the tears that started falling as he talked to me. I wanted to give him a hug, but found that I was too weak to actually get up.

"Fine. You win." I pouted, as Edward smiled victoriously at me. "Carlisle, thank you. You know that I think of you and Esme as my parents and I love you so much. If I could move, I would hug you right now." Instead he came to me, embracing me in a big hug, holding me close.

"I love you too Bella. Now let's get you to the hospital okay?"

"Can I ask one favor first?"

"What is that?" I could tell he and Edward were concerned by this turn of events, but Alice was the one who answered.

"Sure Bella. That will not be a problem…if you let me fix your hair. What were you doing to mess it up so much?" She wagged her eyebrows at me, laughing. Edward looked relieved, and Carlisle looked confused. I always found it frustrating to be the only one out of the loop, so I wanted to make sure he was included.

"I just wanted to make sure we could keep this from Charlie. If he knew that I was back in the hospital, even if just for a few tests, I would probably never be allowed to leave the house again."

"We can do that, provided that the tests come back okay. If you are being admitted, you will need to call him though, okay?"

"Okay." I didn't want to call Charlie at all, but I knew that hospital or no hospital, he was probably worried sick, so I phoned quickly to say that I was going out with the Cullen's for the evening, and was relieved that I had mentioned Carlisle and Esme were in town. After the call, Edward and I rode in the Mercedes with Carlisle to the hospital.