Sorry for the delay. This was done and my girls, Sandy and Melanie sent it back to me, but I was lazy.

True fact.

"I'll cut any bitch that touches my Glasses."

Edward couldn't help but chuckle at Bell's drug-induced ramblings as he sat beside her bed. He had been frantic when he burst through the trauma room door an hour earlier. He had no idea what he would find when he saw her; would she be the same girl he knew? She had been unconscious for a long time; would they have to worry about memory loss or long-term damage? One thing was certain in his mind, he knew without a doubt that no matter what happened, he would not abandon her. She was his soul mate, his heart's other half, and he would be there for her regardless.

"No one is touching me, Bell. Stow your rage," Edward joked as he wove his way through the mess of IV lines and monitoring devices to get to her hand. He looked at her delicate fingers and swallowed down his fear. He'd nearly lost her.

As Bell turned her head toward the sound of his voice, all thoughts of what lay beyond the trauma room door were forgotten. Emmett McCarty and his muscles upon muscles were pushed to the back of Edward's mind as he looked into her foggy brown eyes.

"Hey, Glasses. I was just thinking about you," Bell rasped, her hand clasping his weakly. "I was dreaming some sex-crazed nurse was putting her dirty hands all over you."

Edward's relief was palpable as he bent down and pressed his lips to Bell's hand. "No one would dare touch me, my sweet girl. How are you feeling?"

He could almost see her taking stock of her body, wincing when she reached up to touch the massive bandage that wrapped around her head. "I ate it, didn't I?"

"You totally ate it. I had to pull seven women off of your poor little body," Edward joked, grimacing when Bell started to laugh only to cringe when the pain radiated through her. "Shit, I'm sorry. No more laughter."

Bell smiled weakly at him as she struggled to get her breathing back under control. She was never good with pain, having dealt with so much of it when she was younger and abandoned. But as she felt the warmth and comfort of Edward's hand on hers, she thought she might be able to get through anything with him beside her.

"Have they said when I can get the fuck outta here yet?" Bell rasped, tugging on the uncomfortable wires and tubes that seemed to protrude from every limb. Edward stilled her motions and once he was sure she would stop trying to yank the IV lines out, he reached for her chart.

"They want to keep you overnight for observation. I would have to agree that would be the best course of action after such a prolonged period of unconsciousness."

"You know how hot it makes me when you get all technical on my ass," Bell whispered, her cheeks flushing as she thought of sliding off the bed and settling onto his lap, his hard cock between them. She managed to look properly chastened when Edward glared at her, his glasses sliding down his nose as he met her eyes over the top of the chart.

"There is no way I am going to have sex with you while you are under a physician's care," he said, his straight to the point words getting Bell even hotter.

"If you think about it, I'm always under a physician's care," she cooed, shifting her weight so she could slide one of her legs free from the confining blankets and run the tips of her toes up his inner thigh.

"Oh good, she's up!"

Edward spun around toward the door, grateful the sheaf of papers he held in his lap concealed his erection from their unwanted guest. No need to show him that Bell wasn't the only one that was 'up'.

"Emmett!" Bell exclaimed and Edward watched with narrowed eyes as the giant hulk of a man strolled casually to the bed, sitting his hip on the edge of the mattress. He gently took Bell's hand into his massive paws, holding her like she was made of fragile glass.

"You scared the fucking shit outta me," Emmett rasped, unashamed of the tears that filled his eyes. Edward slowly stood and headed toward the door, unable to watch Bell show this man such intimacy when she had denied him the same thing time and time again.

"Edward…did you meet Emmett?"

Edward sighed as he turned back around and looked at Bell. Her cheeks were still flushed, now whether from lingering arousal or embarrassment he wasn't sure.

"The good Doctor was a bit possessive over you when I first came in, so no, we were not properly introduced," Emmett said, his eyes now dry but filled with mirth.

"Well, Dr. Edward Cullen, I would like you to meet Emmett McCarty, my sponsor."

As Edward did whenever he was confused, he took Bell's words apart and defined each one. He was struggling with the 'sponsor' part. Emmett, seeing Edward's dilemma, rolled his eyes and crossed over to where Edward stood.

"I'm the leader of the local Grief Share support group. In cases such as Bell's, when she had such a devastating loss with no other family or friends to help her, we often assign them sponsors, much like with Alcoholics Anonymous. I'm her best friend extraordinaire," he boasted, puffing his chest out and smiling.

Edward's fear and anger disappeared as he put his hand out to shake Emmett's. There was no reason to be jealous of this man's relationship with his Bell. Emmett took care of her before Edward could…and for that he would be eternally grateful.

"I hate to inform you that the job of protector and best friend has been reassigned," Edward deadpanned, earning him a laugh from both Emmett and Bell, which was his intention. If this man was important to Bell, he would do everything in his power to get along with the giant.

"I really like him, Belly. You should keep him," Emmett chuckled as he took Edward's proffered hand and squeezed tightly. The big man smiled wider when Edward refused to grimace at the pain he was no doubt feeling in his crushed fingers, instead keeping his expression neutral.

Bell watched as Edward and Emmett got acquainted and couldn't help the way her eyes filled with tears. The two people she cared about most in the world were here with her. And even though her head was killing her and she had a catheter stuffed up her twat, she had never been happier.

Short but at least we get some answers. I'm taking some liberties with the Grief Share organization. I have no idea if they really assign 'sponsors', but I needed Emmett to be that…so that is what he is. Remember, Bell's boyfriend died and she was all alone. She needed someone then…but Glasses is here now.

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