EPOV

Jay answered on the second ring, and by that time, I was ready to crush my phone. Tyra had called me almost to the point of blubbering. Knowing Tyra, this must have been something bad. I could only make out one word 'Bella'.

As soon as she said her name, I dropped the device. Upon contact with the hardwood floor, the conversation ended, and the battery flew out. I wasted time by putting it back in when I could have used the landline in the room. Dialing furiously, I called Jay.

"Edward," he said.

"What the hell happened?" I growled.

"How did you find out?"

"Just tell me what happened and where she is. Now!" There was an awkward pause before he spoke again.

"Edward, is there something you need to tell me?" he asked cautiously.

"Goddamn it Jay!" I shouted into the phone. "What happened?" He sighed.

"I don't know what happened, she was fine one second, performed amazingly, kissed the hell outta her partner and then fell unconscious." My stomach twisted into a painful knot.

"Every detail," I said through my teeth as I pulled the door open and slammed it behind me.

"What do you mean every detail?"

"Tell me every detail that happened." By now I was jamming my key into the car door. Things just weren't going fast enough. Every detail of her accident would only help me to calm myself; at least I would know she wasn't going to die in the ambulance.

"I-I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember her grabbing her head and she was shaking, other than that," he trailed off, obviously finishing his explanation.

"What hospital?" I asked, driving out of the car lot. Jay shouted to some people, asking for someone who spoke English. The small amount of patience that I had was now gone. He asked someone where she had gone. A few seconds later, he spoke directly into the phone.

"They aren't sure exactly where she went, but the ambulance came in the direction of a hospital called Evangélico." He started to give me directions, but I snapped the phone shut and stepped on the gas, blowing the light and pulling over on the curb. I practically threw myself out of the car and flagged down the nearest person.

"Excuse me!" I shouted. Several people turned and looked at me like I had some mental incapacity, but I ignored them and continually shouted until a young woman walked toward me. "Can you speak English?" I asked. She nodded.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked, having a small accent.

"I need directions on how to get the Hospital Evangélico. Please." She nodded and looked around us.

"You're going the wrong way," was the first thing she said. "It's back that way, on the street Camieles. It's hard to miss, just follow the road, don't make any turns until you see the building." I grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Thank you," I said while running back to the car. I left her standing on the curb with a curious expression on her face. Driving more carefully this time, I sped off toward the hospital. When the building came into to view, I thanked the heavens for that young woman. However, parking was a different story.

The closest parking spot that I could find was around the back of the building in a reserved spot. In the event that I got a ticket, it would be paid in full. The doors swung open and I cleared the distance between the front desk and me in a mere second.

"Can I help you?" the nurse behind it asked. Her accent was thick and hard to understand, but it was better than nothing.

"I need to see a patient that was just brought in," I said, enunciating each syllable. She looked down at a clipboard.

" I don't have anything recent on record, sir," she said, flipping though pages.

"She was just brought here," I argued.

"I would have it on record unless they were still in the car."

"Then maybe they're still in the car. Please, this is really important," I begged. She looked behind her and spoke rapidly to another nurse.

"Come with me," she said, turning back. I followed her as she led me through a series of doors. "It's possible that they are filling out paperwork right now for her," she explained. Right before we went through the next door, the nurse grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. "People are coming through," she said. Right on queue, the swinging doors flew open and a bunch of men pushed through a gurney that was occupied by someone. A Spanish man lay on the gurney, mumbling something incoherently.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't think she's here," the nurse said. Just as I was about to pull my phone out and call Jay again, a small sound made me return the small device back into my pocket. In the distance, there was the far off whir of a siren. Though it sounded different from any siren you would hear in L.A., it was, without a doubt, a siren. Had I really made it here before the ambulance? I didn't drive that crazily.

"I must go," she said, rushing off back toward the counter. Apparently things worked much differently in Spain than they did in the U.S….

The sirens were much louder by now and my anxiety made my hands clammy, as well, as my chest pound. In a few minutes, I could tell the ambulance was in the parking garage and I had to restrain myself to keep from running out to meet it.

I backed away slowly and stopped in the hallway, moving out of the way of any passing people. Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion; the doors swung open, the Spanish EMT guys wheeled her through, and I moved along side them. One of the men looked at me oddly, but I grabbed Bella's hand, somehow rubbing circles on the back of it while keeping pace with the men.

When we pulled into the room, the man that looked at me earlier started making commands in Catalan. He pointed at me, and struggled to speak English.

"You have to go," he finally got out. I shook my head.

"I'm not leaving," I said, standing my ground. "I need to be here." I'm not sure if it was out of the goodness of his heart or because of my menacing glare, but he backed off and joined the others as they attached several different I.V.'s to her and connected machines. Though I tried to stay out of the way, it ended up being that I blocked most of them from touching her. A few seconds after they hooked the first IV up to her, she rolled her head to the side and her eyebrows pulled together.

Relief coursed through my entire body and I let out a quick gasp. Her eyes fluttered open and she flinched at the light. "Bella?" I asked. "Can you hear me?" She looked over at me and her face crumpled. She made a slight movement and then her head hit the pillow. "What just happened?" I asked one of the guys. Her reached over, checked her pulse and tapped her lightly. Her head swayed and she mumbled something. The man turned back to me.

"Sleep," he said.

Several of the people that were in there left and another doctor came in. He looked much more professional and gave me a weary glance. "The nurses already explained," he said, having no accent at all. My eyes widened at the phenomenon. "May I ask your connection to her?"

I took a few extra seconds to answer. "I'm just a close friend," is what I decided on. He nodded and went over to the machine to check her levels.

"Do you know if anything happened to her that would cause this sort of…event?"

"She fell and hit her head a few weeks back. I'm fairly sure she has a concussion." The doctor leveled his stare at me, quickly turning back to me. "Why did she just pass out again?" I asked, suddenly frantic.

"To be quite honest, without any euphemisms, she's sleeping," he answered, taking a flashlight out of his coat pocket. He gently lifted her eyelids and flashed the light underneath them. "Good lord," he murmured. "She really hit her head."

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, more like demanded, and held her hand in between the both of mine. He walked over to one of the machines and pulled out a receipt, or a reading of some sort.

"I think she'll be alright, however, she is in serious condition." I gripped the railing on her bed and closed my eyes. "She has a grade three concussion. That I can tell from just looking at her eyes." I fought the urge to swear. "How long ago did she hit her head?"

"Several weeks ago."

"Well, chances are, she won't have any memory loss. The loss of consciousness could be the result of an anxiety-endued migraine. The fact that she's conked out right now would be direct evidence." He walked over the side of her and checked her pulse, timing it with her watch. "That's odd," he mused.

"Odd?" I asked. Each new thing he found out sent spasms of worry though me nervous system.

"Her heart rate is 92 beats per minute. That's not exactly healthy for someone who's sleeping. She really does have a lot going on with her right now." Wordlessly, I shuffled over to a chair and sat down, running my fingers through my hair.

"How long will she need to stay here?" I asked with my voice slightly muffled.

"I would say about two days," he answered. "Just to be safe. If her levels aren't more normal by tomorrow, she'll stay for three." I nodded in understanding expecting him to leave. He didn't.

"I'm sorry to intrude in any way, but your face looks familiar to me," he said. I looked up, confused.

"I don't think I've ever met you before." He nodded.

"I didn't think I had ever met you, but maybe someone related to you. No matter, I'll leave you two to be alone." He left the room and I walked over to her slowly.

"Bella?" I whispered. Her face twitched slightly. Slowly, I ran my fingers down her arm and though back to the first time I saw her. She looked beautiful, and scared, like she didn't know what she was doing here. Not only that, but she didn't know how amazing she really was. My phone buzzed in my pocked.

"Damn it," I muttered, flipping it open. "Hello?" I asked, having not recognized the number.

"Is this Edward?" A female voice asked. I turned my back from Bella and walked to the corner of the room.

"It is," I answered.

"What the hell happened to Bella?" the voice demanded.

"I'm sorry, who's calling me?" I asked, bewildered.

"This is Alice Brandon, her best friend and room mate. Tell me what happened, before things get ugly." My eyes widened. This was the Alice.

"She's fine for the moment," I started. "Bella has a serious concussion." Alice snorted.

"That's just like her, clumsy girl." There was an awkward pause. "I'm sorry for the introduction, I was just worried," she said.

"Don't worry about it, I would be too." Today was definitely a day of all days. "May I ask how you got my number?"

"Oh, I got a call from the producers, they told me Bella was in the hospital. I ended up on the phone with Tyra Banks, who passed the phone to Jay Manuel who gave me your number." I shook my head slowly, embarrassed at the thought of what she put them through.

"Listen, I'm on my way to the air port right now. When Bella is up, tell her I'm on my way." I agreed and she hung up the phone. When I turned back to Bella my heart jumped. She looked so beautiful; so fragile. No one like Bella should have to go through this.

For the next three hours, I sat next to Bella and waited for her to make some sign of life. The monitor next to her beeped too quickly, or so it seemed, but it kept a pace, and that was comforting. Finally, she rolled slightly and opened her eyes.

"Edward," she mumbled.

"Yes," I answered, overjoyed. "Thank god." She looked despaired.

"I'm so sorry," she rolled out. Her words were slightly slurred. "I didn't mean to-to—I didn't mean to kiss him like that. It just happened, and oh god," she put her head against the pillows and winced.

"Calm down Bella," I said gently. "Don't worry about anything that happened, just keep yourself calm, you aren't in the greatest shape right now." She looked over at me.

"I need to tell you something," she mumbled.

"Anything," I answered, taking her hand in mine. She closed her eyes slowly, still exhausted.

"I don't ever want to kiss anyone ever again." My stomach dropped. This was exactly what I feared. "I don't want to ever kiss anyone but you." Without meaning to, I tightened my grasp on her hand. "Edward, I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes again. She tilted her head in a way that presented all opportunities.

I leaned my head down and gently pressed my lips against hers. She smiled underneath me and deepened it by pressed herself harder against me and slowly parting her lips. When I leaned away from her, her eyes were open and she smiled. "I love you," she said once more, before falling asleep.

Hey guys. Sorry for the wait, I've been a little...preoccupied. You see, I'm going to Alaska for a little while to visit with my dad. So, the time I could have spent writing, I was packing instead and doing crazy stuff like that.

Anyway, here's the next chapter. My apologies to anyone who lives in Spain...I don't know if the hospital I picked is geographically correct for the area or anything like that, but it gets the point across. So, I hope you guys enjoyed this one!