* I know, this is a really short chapter, and I'm very sorry, but it is really just a bridge for the next therapy session. I got a lot of reviews, and I didn't want to just leave you all hanging! Also, three more reviews and I'm at fifty! Help me get there! *

BELLA'S POV

The rest of the day was easy. Edward only asked a few questions about what happened, and then he would drop the subject for a while. It was the same thing with Alice. The teachers seemed to give me eyes of sympathy, but still treated me like any other student.

By the end of the day, I had long forgotten the events of the morning. My aggravation had blown over, and I was content again. Well, until I was in the car, driving to the hospital.

"Why did I forget?" Edward was trying to focus on driving in an attempt to not laugh at my distress, mostly with myself.

"You wouldn't have had a choice anyway. One way or another, you would've gone to the hospital."

"Yeah, I probably would've fallen getting out of your car or something."

"That wasn't exactly what I meant, but that works too."

"Why are you so forceful about these things? They don't count for anything, and most of the time it isn't even me talking. It's me thinking and that brings on disaster for all of us."

"Bella…getting you thinking about what happened, talking about it, it makes sure that you aren't just burying these thoughts down inside you and forgetting about what happened. It makes you think, and that's the point. I know it's hard for you now, but in a few months, when you are used to thinking and talking about what happened, it will make you feel a lot better."

"But it's so annoying! God, if Lauren hadn't-"

"It wasn't Lauren's fault. We should've taken action sooner. It was obvious that this wasn't going away on its own, and we should've done something. It isn't her fault."

"If she had kept her big mouth quiet-"

"Bella, please. Try to cooperate with Carlisle. He isn't going to go as easy as Jasper was, and I don't want you to getting in any fights." I hadn't even noticed we were in the hospital parking lot.

"Where are you going to be?"

"I'm going home, and I'll be back in an hour. Unless you want Jacob to pick you up?"

"No, you can drop me off at the line, I don't want Jacob to have to see me when I walk out of the Hospital. I'll probably be a mess."

"You'll be perfect, as always." He bent over to kiss me, and I returned the favor. We were like that for a good minute when he pulled away. "You're going to be late." He stated simply.

"So?" I responded, kissing him again.

"Go." He said sternly. Reluctantly, I pulled away and got out of the car. I walked to where the front desk was, and gave the nurse my name.

"Isabella Swan."

"Alright, can you fill this out for me, please?"

"Sure."

The questions were the average ones you would get at any doctors office, except these were a little more in detail. I wasn't in the psych ward, so I didn't have to answer any questions like that yet, and that got me calmed down a little.

After about another two or three minutes of waiting there, Carlisle came in and motioned for me. He knew who I was, so he didn't have to do the whole, "Isabella Swan?" thing.

He brought me into his office, and we sat down, talking quietly while preparing ourselves for the rough chat ahead.