He got in his car and waited for me to drive away. I took a deep breath and swung my leg in the car before shutting the door tight and then started it. It sounded beautiful. I drove slowly and cautiously through the streets until I got to my warehouse. Paul tried to strike up a conversation, but after I told him to leave me alone, he stopped.

I opened the one main garage door and drove in, where I nearly ran over Carlisle. I slammed on the breaks and then cursed a string of profanities. I clutched my leg and took a deep breath through my nose.

My door opened and Carlisle picked me up.

"Who addressed the wound?"

"None of your business," I muttered angrilly. "Just got shot, what else is new? And then you fucking run in front of my car and cause it to be worse."

"It looks like there is sand. Were you in the desert?"

"No," I lied. It was obvious Carlisle didn't buy it.

"Bella, I'm trying to help. I-"

"I don't want it to be taken care of!" I hissed, standing up and ignoring the pain. "I'll be fine. I can walk and I got here just fine! I can't miss out on my races on my turf. It went straight through, and there is no bullet. I already had someone check to make sure."

"Bella, if it gets infected they might have to cut your leg off."

I hissed angrilly before sitting down on a tool bench. "Hurry up."

Carlisle was at my side in an instant before he untied the jean strips.

"Oh god!" I groaned, clutching the bar above my head. This hurt worse than James.

"You seem to have dislocated your knee as well," Carlisle murmured. "Twisted out of place."

I didn't respond and it didn't seem like Carlisle was looking for one.

"I'm going to have to twist it back in place," he continued. "It's going to hurt."

I gripped the bar with both hands and nodded to Carlisle to go ahead. I didn't see anything but I felt excruciating pain radiate up the left side of my body. I cried out in pain and placed the heel of my palm in my hand. I won't show weakness.

"Paul, I need you to keep Bella from squirming, please." A hot hand grabbed my waist and held me firmly in place. The other held the top of my left leg, preventing it form moving.

"You're losing too much blood. It seems to have gone through your artery. Bella," he said, "We can either change you or take you to a hospital."

"No hospitals," I panted. "They'll send me to jail as soon as I'm healthy. In case you weren't informed, I sort of escaped jail just about three hours ago."

Carlisle frowned in disapproval before tying a leather strip around my leg.

"And I don't want to change," I whispered. "I mean, I don't know. Rosalie gave me so much to think about and the more I do, the more I wonder what it'd be like. I don't know, Carlisle. I can't change now. I can't leave my friends here. But I can't bear to lose your familly either."

"You'll eventually lose one of us, Bella," Carlisle murmured.

I nodded, "I know."

"I can maybe stop the bleeding with morphine and keeping it covered," Carlisle said changing the subject. "I think."

He was gone one instant and back the next. My phone rang in my car and I recognized it as Serp's.

"Do you want to get that?" Carlisle asked as he jabbed a needle into my thigh. I winced.

"It's Serp," I mumbled.

Carlisle handed me my phone. I didn't even notice he was gone.

"Bella, news," I heard Serp say as soon as I answered it.

"Spill," I said through gritted teeth as Carlisle rubbed alcohol over the bullet hole.

"Krome's dead, along with two of my guys. A few other officers are as well. How are you?"

"Carlizzle's tending to my leg. Hurts like a bitch but I'll live. Sorry about the two guys."

"We'll live on," He said, and I could almost picture his shrug. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Yes," I sighed then ouched as Carlisle started to stich it and wrap it. "Now, I really need shut eye. Call my crew if you need or have anything I need to know. I or someone I know will answer, ok? I'm shutting my phone off."

"Will do. Get well soon, baby."

"You know I will," I smiled, before hanging up. My smile instantly vanished and I looked down at my new phone before taking out the sim card and smashing it in my grip.

"No tracking aloud," I murmured.

Carlisle stood up, "Finished. Are you going to be sleeping in your room or-?"

"My room and I can get there myself," I mumbled before standing up. Paul helped me keep my balance as I tried to stand up. I winced but kept walking until I was at my car. I pressed the garage door button and then started to hobble towards the door to the living room.

Cold arms picked me up and I was placed in my room.

"God damn it! I said I could do it myself!" I growled.

Edward held up his hands. "I just didn't want you to pull out your stiches."

I grumbled under my breath about freaky speed and strength before darkness took me over. I woke up to the sound of a smoke alarm. I made a dash to get up, but pain in my leg made me stop and I groaned, reached for my alarm clock. I moved it to the right and found some pain killers. Thank god Carlisle got me some. I downed about three and then laid in bed a few minutes until they started to take effect. I hobbled to my door and down the hall until I was in the kitchen.

I had written this story months ago and I was just perfecting it:) Now, its all ready, so here you go!

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