What's thiiiiiis? Two updates in one daaaaay? OH MA GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! No, this isn't an evil trick or an A/N, it's true... another chap in the same day. I had both of these written by late last night and Krisstar did her kick ass beta-ing and had them ready for everyone today. Actually, she had the previous chap ready yesterday, but my ass is LAY-ZEE and sat on it (cue mental image of Dani sitting on her laptop) until this morning.

Big fat thanks to my favorite people: Krisstar for her amaze-balls beta-ing; Daniellelucille for pre-reading and giving me shit to get this stuff out faster; Apricot30 for her sweet as pie reviews; EButler0220 cause it's a small ass world and I think it's funny; APM cause she makes me LAAAUUUGGGGHHHH (PS we're totally going to write that book about the creepy shit kids do); 107 cause she's 107 and AWESOME; TexasTwilight cause she's supportive and awesome; IluvTwilight2 and Watchmesin cauase tampons are funny... ADarnell cause I love new reviewers! and if I forgot anyone, I'm SUPER sorry. I forget EVERYTHING.

Has the music started yet? You know, the music... like at the Oscars... essentially telling me to shut my fat trap? Oh... it has? Right on.

I don't own Twilight. I do own more music than I can fit on my MP3 player... Time for an upgrade Hubs! (Twilight and it's respective characters are the sole intellectual property of Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended. Everything else is the sole property of DaniWrites. No translations or copying permitted without my written consent, which I do not give at this time.)

Push in and I pull it away
It a hard part but the true love way
Till you want it like I want it now
With your smart mouth and your killer hands
With a potion oh that I have made
For a young man its a heck of a wage
And i feel crazy when I see your face

*True Love Way - Kings Of Leon*

22. I LOVE HIM. OH… GOD…

I was at the triage desk of the emergency room, pacing back and forth and bitching at the nurse who wouldn't let me go back and see Edward. He had woken up twice in the car, and each time I almost told him I loved him. I didn't because I was afraid he wouldn't remember, and I wanted him to. I knew he'd want to remember the first time I told him I loved him. I know I'll never forget the first time he told me. Plus, I was terrified.

Ultimately, I knew he wasn't going to die. I mean… his injuries didn't look that bad. But on that same token, I didn't know how internal injuries worked either, and there was a good chance that there were quite a few. I didn't get to look at his torso at all, so I didn't know what shape it was in.

"Are you gonna let me go back there yet?!" I demanded of the nurse, pointing to the big double doors.

"No ma'am, and you need to sit down." I had already asked her this probably ten times in ten minutes and I knew she was getting frustrated, but she just didn't get it.

I slammed my hands on her desk and put my weight on my arms. "Look woman, I don't think you understand just how important that man back there is to me, and how important it is that I get back there." I glared down into her beady little black eyes, just daring her to tell me 'no' this time.

I could feel my blood pressure rising, my ears getting hot, and the throbbing in my veins. If she didn't let me back, there were going to be two patients. I felt my nostrils start to flair with my angry breathing.

"Um, let me call back and see his status… and I'll let you know." When she spoke this time, she was quiet and timid. I kept my eyes locked on hers while she picked up the phone and dialed.

She was quiet for a few moments before she spoke softly into the phone. She asked about 'Mr. Cullen' and I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms and made sure to flex my arm muscles as best I could. I didn't have much to work with, and wondered briefly if Emmett would start taking me to the gym with him.

After she mumbled into the phone for what seemed like an eternity, she looked to her computer. She typed a few things and I was getting more and more agitated. Eventually she looked back up to me to give me her God damn answer.

"It looks like he's doing well, and can have visitors, but I have to warn you, he's been sedated for the pain." I gave her a curt nod and started to walk away, but she stopped me. "Not just yet, I need you to sign the forms that he wasn't able to sign, since he was rushed in."

"Lady, that's gonna have to wait." I shoved my way through the double doors feeling her gaze on my back. I didn't care. There was someone important I needed to see, and I was tired of waiting for her.

Sure, I understood the procedures and all of that, I knew that I couldn't see him until the doctor had. I'd been in the ER enough times to know that, but after forty minutes with no word and not being able to go back I got antsy. Surely, given his condition, he had been seen by the doctor right away. There had been no reason to keep me back. None. At. All. So I started pestering Nurse Stupid at her desk. And I would've continued had she not finally fucking let up. I guess ten minutes of my most annoying behavior can get me anything I want.

I asked an orderly in the hall which room Edward was in, and he directed me down the hall and to the right.

When I got in the room, most of the lights had been turned off. Edward was laying flat on his back with a sheet and a light blanket pulled up to the middle of his bare chest and an IV coming out of the blanket where I was sure it was connected to his arm. I walked slowly to him, trying to make sure my shoes wouldn't squeak on the linoleum.

I grabbed the crappy plastic chair that was against the wall and pulled it toward his bed. The metal feet made scraping sounds that probably sounded ten times louder than they were due to the quiet of the room. I winced a bit when he stirred.

He sighed out "Bambi" and I felt my eyes start to dampen. Get yourself together you God damn pansy. He needs you.

I sat still as stone in the chair, not really sure what to do. I'd seen people hold their loved ones' hands in movies and TV shows when they were in similar situations, but his arms were covered by the blanket. I didn't want him to get cold if I uncovered him, or worse, have my touch hurt him. I settled for crossing my arms on the bed and laying my head on them sideways.

I sat for a good twenty minutes, not moving and not taking my eyes off of his face, before someone knocked lightly on the door and came in. I sat up and felt the soreness of my muscles for staying in that position for so long. It wasn't until I felt the cool air on my face from the door being opened that I realized I'd been crying.

The man who walked in was tall and handsome, in a very classic way. He was the sort of man I always thought someone like Rosalie would end up with. The term 'tall, dark and handsome' fit him perfectly.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Garret." He stretched his hand out to mine and I shook it slowly while skeptically introducing myself. I wasn't sure what the doctor was in here for, I knew good and well about the HIPPA act, so there wasn't anything he could tell me. "My triage nurse had a lot to say about you." He smirked at me.

"Yeah well, she wouldn't let me see him, and I uh… I had to."

He nodded and looked through what I assumed was Edward's chart. "Do you know how to contact Mr. Cullen's parents?" I shook my head no and he hummed to himself. "Okay well, since you're the emergency contact we found in his wallet, I'm going to go ahead and tell you what sort of injuries he's sustained and how to care for him tonight."

I felt my jaw go slack. He what?! I composed myself so as not to let on that I had no idea he'd put me as his emergency contact. Ultimately, it made perfect sense. His parents were in Maine and even though he'd known Tyler since they were kids, he didn't really seem like the type to take care of anyone.

I folded my hands on my lap and listened intently while Dr. Garrett went over all of his injuries. Thankfully, there was no internal bleeding. Unfortunately, there was internal bruising. And he was peeing blood because of it. When Dr. Garrett mentioned that little detail, my jaw pretty much hit the fucking floor and I just stared at him. He patted me lightly on the shoulder and told me it was nothing too severe and that 'Mr. Cullen' would be okay.

I cringed every time one of these hospital people called him that. He wasn't Mr. Cullen. He was Eddie Baby. My Eddie Baby.

The doctor rattled off a bunch of other injuries, including a broken hand and bunch of contusions and lacerations. Essentially, a shit ton of bruises and cuts. Thanks for that Doc, because clearly I can't see these injuries with the eye balls that are in my head. He told me that Edward had also suffered a concussion. I instantly started to panic.

"Well then why the hell is he sleeping?!" I yelled as I jumped up and pointed at Edward.

Dr. Garrett looked alarmed for a moment before he sighed and told me that doctors didn't really hold to that whole no sleeping thing any more, that patients didn't go into comas if they slept with a concussion. He also informed me that Edward would need to get as much rest as possible. He told me to make sure that Edward took the pain medication he was prescribing every four hours to ensure that he heeled properly and quickly. He gave me a bunch of print outs for taking care of the cuts, as well as some supplies to care for the larger wounds.

I was puzzled when he handed me a small tube of burn gel. "He has cigarette burns on his arm." Once again, my jaw was at my feet. This time the look Dr. Garrett gave me was pure pity. And I hate pity. So I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes. He told me that he'd send in a nurse in a few hours to discharge him; that he wanted to monitor Edward at least until he was awake enough to talk a little. I nodded my head and settled in the damn plastic chair from hell.

I put my head back on my arms and watched Eddie Baby sleep for a little while and then got bored. I mean, I love the guy and all but damn that shit is boring. And since I knew he was going to be okay, I figured I wouldn't be hurting anyone if I stepped outside to make a few phone calls. I gave Nurse Stupid the hairiest fucking eye ball I could on the way out. Whore.

I lit a cigarette and called Alice. "Bella? How'd the tampons go!? Oh I bet he was so freaked out!" I sighed and cut her off. I explained everything that had happened and where I was, leaving out the whole love thing. No one was going to know how I felt about Eddie Baby until he knew. He deserved that after putting up with my shit.

"Oh my God… Bella, is there anything I can do? Are you okay?" I sighed and rubbed my face.

"I'll be fine." I glanced around me to make sure no one was listening and whispered "Could you bring me a joint?"

"Sure sweetie. I'll be right there."

We said good bye, and I called Emmett.

He answered the phone, laughing big, boisterous laugh at something in the background. "Hey Beesley, what's goin on?"

I groaned because I could just hear the smile in his voice. I relayed everything that had happened.

"Damn it, Bee. Do you have any idea who did this? Cause I'll beat the fucker's ass." I was surprised by his statement.

"Naw, I don't know. He didn't really say anything other than how sore he was."

"Alright, well I'll be up there in about twenty minutes, I gotta get a ride from somebody here."

"No, Emmett, it's okay. Alice just pulled up, and it's only gonna be a few hours anyways."

"Is she bringing you weed?" I confirmed that she was, "Okay then I'll be up there. I don't think you should drive stoned right now. I know you do it all the time but you're too stressed and tired. I can tell." I sighed and relented, knowing fighting was useless.

Alice walked up to me and wrapped me in a tight hug and offered a sad smile while she wiped the smudged eye liner and mascara from under my eyes. "Come on doll face; let's go into my car real quick."

We went to her car and she drove around the block to park in a dark neighborhood where I smoked the small joint. We drove back just in time to see Emmett walking into the ER waiting room. I caught up to him and he wrapped me in a giant hug and I instantly started to cry.

Something about my loving brother always brought out any pent up emotions I'd been hiding. Alice handed me a tissue and I wiped my face.

"Have you called his parents?" He asked.

I sniffled, "No, I don't have their number and wouldn't even know what to say to them. I mean, I don't know if they even know about me."

"Well, now's the time to find out." I nodded my head.

I had no idea how long the phone call would take, so I had Emmett sit in Edward's room with him while I went outside with Alice to make the call. We sat on the curb as I scrolled through the contacts in Edward's phone, looking for something labeled "home" or "mom" or "dad". I eventually found "mom" and showed Alice. She nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile before wrapping her arm around my shoulders. This is not how I planned on meeting the parents.

The phone rang only three times before a woman with a sweet voice picked up.

"Edward, honey, why are you calling so late?" I checked my watch and sure enough it was after eleven pm. "Are you okay?" I could hear the concern grow with each word. I took a deep breath to prepare and heard her yell into the background, "Carlisle, come here! I think something's wrong with Edward!"

I finally spoke. "Um, this is Bella… Bella Swan. I um, I don't know if you know who I am…"

I was cut off. "Of course I know who you are dear. You're the pretty girl that's got my baby boy so smitten." I could hear her smile.

"Okay, I guess that helps… Um… there's been…" I almost said 'an accident' but that sounded so clinical and uncaring. "Edward… um… shit!" I heard her gasp. "I'm sorry… look I don't really know how to tell you this, like, at all, so I'm just going to tell you straight forward. I wish there was a nicer way to put it. Or that I had nothing to tell at all." I explained what had happened, leaving out the whole decorating his apartment with feminine hygiene products part and how I was essentially living with him. I didn't want to give up anything about our relationship not knowing how much he had told her.

I spoke mechanically, having already given this speech to too many people for one night. As I spoke I realized, once again, how little we knew about each other if I didn't know how much his parents knew about us.

When I finished telling her everything, the line was so quiet that I almost wondered if she had hung up. Until I heard her sob. Bloody hell. I made the woman cry. Fantastic first impression there, B.

"I… I'm really, so, so sorry Mrs. Cullen. I wish I could tell you something better. I wish the first time I had a conversation with you didn't have to be about this."

She sobbed again and I just waited, leaning more into Alice. Eventually she quieted down enough to talk to me. "Its okay dear, this is in no way you're fault. I wish I could've spoken to you under different circumstances as well. Which hospital is he at, and what is the physician's name?" I answered her question. "Okay dear, thank you for calling us. Carlisle is going to call the doctor while I look up some flights to come stay with Edward."

"Um, Mrs. Cullen, I mean no disrespect, at all, but um… you really don't have to come down here. I'll take care of him. I promise."

She was quiet for a moment and when she spoke again; her tone was not at all nice. "I beg your pardon?"

"I'll take care of him. I have no problem doing this. He's important to me; I'll take care of him. The doctor has shown me everything I need to know and given me stuff to take care of his wounds and instructions."

"Uh-huh. He has, has he? Well is this doctor aware of the fact that you, young lady, are not at all related to Edward?" Jesus Christ. "And why were we not called about this? Why are you giving me this information rather than the hospital? Why were we not contacted by the hospital the second he was taken in?"

The last person I wanted to be in that moment was myself. Because I had to tell this woman that her son had put my name on his emergency card in his wallet. Not hers, not her husband's or daughter's… mine. But I had to, because otherwise she was going to be furious with the world, and that included Edward. And if I could channel that onto myself, I would. Anything for Edward.

"Mrs. Cullen, they didn't call you because Edward put my name on his emergency contacts card. I'm…" I almost said 'sorry' but truthfully, I wasn't. Was I sorry that this is how she found out just how serious we were? Of course, but was I sorry that it was my name instead of hers, absolutely not. "Look, I wish we could have this conversation another way, but when I say he's important, I really mean it. He's a part of my family now."

"DID YOU ELOPE WITH MY SON?!" That woman can scream like a mother fucking banshee!

"What! Of course not! My God!" I shrieked out, probably as loud as she had. "Jesus, what I mean is just that, he's that important to me. Listen, I don't want to fight with you or anything, so I'm going to go ahead and go."

"You just do that Bella Swan. And you had better have my son call me as soon as he possibly can. I won't book a flight just yet, but you bet you bottom I will if I feel like he's not being taken care of well." She hung up without so much as a "nice to speak with you."

I just stared at the phone, giving it the stink eye like it had personally offended me. Alice patted my back and smoothed my hair, pretty much having heard everything, and I heard Emmett clear his throat behind us.

"Um… he's awake." He motioned with his thumb over his shoulder to the ER. I glanced at my watch again and realized I'd been talking to that nightmare of a woman for an hour. I nodded my head at both Alice and Emmett and they let me walk in alone. Time to spill the beans. You love Edward Cullen and he needs to know. He also needs to know that his mother is clinically insane, but that can wait for another day.

Soo... I've gotten some reviews wondering when Bella will stop being such a bitch and complaining about her in general. The thing is, when I wrote this (well, write since I'm still going) I'm basically turning the roles around. How many FFs have we read where Edward is the ass-hole-bad-boy who sleeps with everything with a twat? And Bella is always the virginal-damsel-in-distress with low self esteem. All I did was reverse the roles. I don't really think Bella is all that much of a bitch... assertive and head strong, absolutely. Horny? Of course... she's 22 and in college and her boyfriend is super hot. I dare you to tell me that if you were her, you wouldn't be horny 24/7. I know I would! (In fact, the hubs gets laid every time I write anything close to lemons... lucky bastard.) So let's all just settle down Francis and let these two weirdos develope. (PS... I hope nobody's name is really Francis... I just pulled that from an old joke... DAYUM)

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