Okay everyone, I'm back after another visit to my hospital. They're considering just engraving my name to the door, so they don't have to constantly remove and put back my name tag.

Yeah. I've lost my thumbdrive, so it's kind of hard to update now, seeing as I have to steal my mum's external hard-drive to update.

Well, anyway, I figured out why I've always disliked my writing. It's erratic; yes, that's the word. So I will try to be more focused from now on.

Just letting you know- I have exams for a few days, so be prepared for more slow updates. When they're done, I'll update fast again. Or should I just repeat year 11? It would make writing much easier, and put less stress on my body. I wouldn't have to deal with so many people then... What do you think? Stay healthy, write more, and repeat? I'd even be with people my own age then. Or stay sick, write less, and go through to Year 12 this year?

"What's the situation now, Dad?" I asked quietly. Alice was sprawled over my lap, and I was playing with her hair. She was inhaling and exhaling regularly, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm. A small puddle of drool was collecting on my pants.

"The squad is almost at her house," he answered seriously. "Don't worry, Bella. I'm sure that Rosalie will be fine."

"You're absolutely sure?" I asked, my fingers massaging Alice's hair. Cynthia, laying sleeping at the other end of Charlie's bed, moaned, tossing.

"Relatively sure," he said, trying to deflect the question. "So, what are you going to do with Alice when she wakes up?"

It worked, too. "I'm not sure," I said, trying to speak softer. Cynthia was stirring on the bed. She would wake up soon. "I was going to ask you if Alice could move in with us, but I'm not sure how she would take that. A shift in environment, for a person in Alice's state of mind, could be devastating."

"Just so you know," Charlie said quietly. I didn't think he was trying not to wake Cynthia; I could tell this was just hard for him to handle. "I would have let her. I probably wouldn't have even put any restrictions on you."

"That's sweet, Dad," I said, smiling at him. "I'm sure we wouldn't have woken you too many times."

"And this topic is over," he grunted. "So, what are you going to do?"

"I'm really not sure," I confessed. "Maybe I could, you know, break my arm? Then, when it heals, break it again? Then I wouldn't be too far from her..."

"And how would Alice take that plane?" he asked.

"Damn," I swore. "You're right. She'd kill me. Well, I can't just keep living at your house. I need to be with her-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he interrupted me, stopping my wild tumble of words. "You need to be with her? Already?"

I gave him a sheepish smile. "I've been gone from her for too long," I said, my eyes growing unfocused as I stared at the girl in question. She looked so fragile, vulnerable, drooling on my lap. "Then, just when Carlisle might have been able to get us together, we were taken apart again. I'm afraid that if I stay away from her for too long, then she might disappear again."

"She wouldn't do that," a sleepy voice said, coming from the direction of Charlie's bed. I jumped as I saw Cynthia stretching. "You might not realize it, but Alice needs you at least as much as you say you need her. Probably a lot more."

"And there's my problem," I pointed out. "Now if I leave, I'll be hurting both myself and her. And I just can't do that to her, Cynthia."

"I'm sure you couldn't," she said, sounding amused. "How about you try to get her to move in with you?"

"I've already discussed this with Charlie," I grunted. "If I do that, then when Alice wakes up and sees something this unfamiliar, she might freak out and disappear again."

"Well, then," Cynthia smirked. "I guess you'll just have to make sure that you're the first thing she sees every morning. That'll fix that, won't it?"

On my lap, Alice sighed a little and wriggled around, moving closer to me. This also placed her head directly above that place. I fidgeted uncomfortably, liking Alice's position, but unsure if she should do that in public. And, of course, now I had to try to not rape my girlfriend in her sleep.

Cynthia smirked, seeing me fidget. "What's the matter?" she teased. "Do you want to move slowly with your new girlfriend?"

I grunted. "If you'll excuse me," I growled at her. "I need to use my concentration to not rape my girlfriend in her sleep."

She giggled again. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind," she laughed. "I know I wouldn't, if I could ignore that my sister would be the one doing it."

I blushed. "Cynthia!" I complained. "Not really helping!"

Cynthia laughed even harder. "I don't think Alice would really mind," she said between fits. "Sure, she might be a bit surprised, but I'm thinking she'd get in the mood pretty quick. And the doctors would like it."

A mental picture popped up, and I nearly vomited at the thought of having a guy's wang anywhere near me. And almost vomited again at using the word 'wang', even in my own head.

"And this discussion is over," Cynthia announced. "So, how's the situation with Rosalie, Charlie?"

On my lap, I felt Alice stir. She shoved her face deeper into me, yawning, and I tried not to moan. A small one escaped me, but I was fairly sure Charlie covered it up. Then she sat up, flushing as she realized where her head had been.

"Hey, Alice," I winked at her. "Have a good sleep there?"

She looked at me with wide eyes. Now I flushed, thinking that perhaps I had been too forwards.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or anything like that. Well, anyway, I'm really sorry. Please don't hate me-"

I was cut off as Alice placed her lips on mine. I relaxed, gently leaning into the kiss. I was tender with her, perhaps subconsciously thinking that she was breakable. She certainly looked fragile to me, like a little porcelain doll.

Cynthia laughed from the bed. "Told you so," she claimed. "Alice won't hate you."

Alice nodded her head as she pulled her head away. I looked at her questioningly. The effect of this was spoiled when Carlisle walked in, effectively spoiling the moment,

"Doctor Cullen," he said, nodding his head. "I have a question to ask you."

Carlisle stood up, finished with the quick checking of the clipboard attached to the end of his bed. "Yes, Charlie?" he asked.

"Would a change in environment really affect Alice badly?" he asked. Both mine and Alice's head snapped towards him, frozen.

The doctor coughed uncomfortably. "I don't believe so," he answered formally. "However, I have been unable to convince your daughter to believe me."

"So," Charlie clarified, "It should be perfectly safe to have Alice move in with us?"

Carlisle looked sadly at him. "Would I be able to make myself comfortable here?": he asked, indicating a spare seat in the hallway. Charlie nodded, and the doctor pulled one up.

"I'm not exactly one-hundred percent sure," Doctor Cullen began. "However, the chances are that if Alice did move in with you, then even if Alice does undergo some psychological challenges, Bella should be able to help her through them."

Charlie coughed. "So it would be alright for Alice to move in with us?"

"I'm sure that would be fine," Carlisle answered him. "Of course, you're lucky that Alice's parents made me her foster-father when they could no longer stand the sight of her. You can just consider this as... an extended sleepover. That avoids all the messy paperwork. And when Alice turns eighteen, she's free to go."

"Hear that, Alice?" I asked her quietly. "You can move in with me!"

Alice blushed. Her hands automatically went to the waist of her pants, before she remembered that she didn't have her notebook anymore.

A voice blared over Charlie's phone. It had been on all this time, but this was the first time I had really heard it.

"Please send backup. An officer has been shot. I repeat, please send backup. An officer has been shot. The wielder of the gun appears to be a middle-aged woman, possibly with blonde hair. She is moving quickly. Please send backup."

I looked at Charlie. He was looking at me with a horrified expression.

"Don't move, Dad," I said to him. "Come on, Alice, Cynthia. Are you coming?"

"And where are you going?" Charlie said threateningly. "You're certainly not going over to that house, Bella. An officer was just shot there, for fuck's sake!"

"See you later, Dad," I said, walking out. Alice trailed along behind me, staying as close as she could. Cynthia was following a bit behind us.

The Ford started as smoothly as it always did. I put it in gear and accelerated out of the parking lot, letting the car go as fast as it could towards Rosalie's house. The insane speed shortened the distance- we made it there in record time.

"So this is Rosalie's house," Cynthia said admiringly. "Nice."

I laughed, pulling Alice up the driveway. She stumbled willingly along behind me, seeming to not want me to get too far away.

"Stay here," I told them both sternly as we neared the place where the police were. "I should be able to get there from here."

I took a deep breath and bolted from where I was standing, leaping over a police car. A cop shouted angrily behind me, but I was already most of the way there. The door seemed to be further away than I remembered it to be, but it was still in reach. It wasn't locked; looking down, I saw small splatters of blood.

"Hello?" I called nervously into the house, panting between my words. "Is anyone. Here?"

"And would that be Bella?" Rosalie's mother said, walking out from one of the side rooms. I forgot which one it was.

"Yes, I am," I said cautiously. I flinched as she drew in another deep breath. I saw the small orange glow of a cigarette, and I found myself wishing I had a- No.

"That's good, dear," she said. "So much more convenient when the ones you want to kill come to me."

"True," I agreed. "But what if they don't want to be killed?" What inane banter.

"Then that's too bad, isn't it?" she said conversationally. "You know, you don't really seem to-"

I launched myself at her, flying across the few meters left between us. There was a bang, and I felt a searing pain in my left shoulder, before I cannoned into the woman. She flew backwards and hit a wall, crumpling to the ground, unconscious.

I looked down at myself, noting the blood stains on my shirt. "Always the left shoulder," I said drowsily. Then I said no more as I collapsed to the floor, most of me twitching. My left arm didn't move at all.

Hehehe, always the left shoulder... It's always my right. I'm going to lose use of it soon...

Now, everyone. Don't hate me for what I've done to Bella now, or for what I've done to Rosalie next chapter. Everything will get better.

I have a special love interest planned for Rosalie. Rosalie will NOT end up with Cynthia; so what ideas can you come up with for her now?

Well, yeah. Don't forget, if you like this story, I have others.

Take a look at my profile for me, will ya's? I have a few stories planned on there. Tell me what you think of them, and I might start writing them early!

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