A/N: Can't believe 2011 is almost over. This will be the last chapter for this year. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for reviewing, guys. It means a lot to me that you like NYNY so much. A very special thank you to KayMarieXW for beta-ing. I'm so glad we got in touch.

I wish you all a very happy 2012!

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is property of Stephenie Meyer. I'm only borrowing.

Twenty-sixth Chapter…

…where Rosalie is afraid

The doctor, when she finally came, was suitably embarrassed and tried to brush Rosalie's angry words off with the erring was human excuse. Rosalie, however, was sick and tired of the woman's behaviour and made so clear, with a few pointed, well-chosen words—and by flashing her a predatory smile. She had the satisfaction of seeing the doctor grow whiter than her lab coat before she quickly ducked into the room where Bella had been brought to after she'd been revived.

At least she had a bed now.

The thought wasn't particularly comforting for Rosalie as she followed the doctor inside. Two more hours before Carlisle would be here and she hadn't heard from the others. She'd told Bella not to worry and tried to heed her own advice, but it was hard. They should have been back by now. That didn't necessarily have to mean that they were in trouble. It just meant that things weren't going according to plan. And now Bella had almost died, which didn't help.

Rosalie wasn't easily scared, not after which she'd had to endure in the last hours of her human life. But she was also used to being in control—and, as a vampire, there were only very few things she had no influence over—and this time she clearly wasn't. She couldn't keep Bella's heart beating with the force of her will alone. Rosalie felt that she had to make a choice, a choice that was never supposed to be hers. Besides, she wasn't at all sure that she could do it.

That she had enough self-control not to kill Bella when she changed her.

Oh God, I don't even want to think about that! Rosalie thought miserably as she positioned herself behind the doctor, who clearly didn't like her so close (she was sweating), which was exactly why Rosalie had opted to stand there. I didn't dare to change Emmett myself. If she accidentally killed Bella… Well, what Edward would do to her then hardly bore thinking on. Rosalie didn't want to do it, not just because she seriously doubted that she could, but also because she still didn't want Bella to have that kind of unchanging life that she'd been condemned to. Bella seemed to have made up her mind, but she didn't know what she'd miss out on. Rosalie did know that and she'd do everything, even give up Emmett, if she could be human again.

Then again, it was hardly fair to force Bella into a life she clearly didn't want to have. Rosalie understood that, at least on some level. But giving up the chance of being a mother… Of growing old and having grandchildren and great-grandchildren… That, Rosalie didn't understand. Yes, there were plenty of woman who chose not to have children. But that was different.

Or was it?

Rosalie didn't condemn human women who didn't want to have children; she just didn't understand. Why was it to different with Bella? Because she had a choice where Rosalie had had none? Was that it? Was she simply jealous? Rosalie was aware that the others thought her superficial and she was honest enough to admit that they were right, at least partially. But she didn't want to make a decision based on so petty a feeling. She was still convinced that Bella was choosing wrong, but family always supported your choices unconditionally. Yes, they told you what they thought about it, often gave unsolicited advice, but in the end they were always on your side.

Rosalie hadn't followed the rather one-sided conversation the doctor was having with Bella, who looked increasingly pale, and was taken by surprised when a nurse released the brakes on Bella's bed and started to wheel her out of the room, the doctor trailing along in their wake.

"Where are you taking here?" Rosalie asked sharply.

"We need to do an MRI," the doctor replied, her voice breaking on the last word so that it came out as an undignified squeal. Rosalie managed not to smile, but only just. She tended to have that effect on people if she set her mind to it. "See if we can find the bone fragment and find out what it's damaged so far. You can't come along," she added quickly. It sounded half-hearted to Rosalie and it probably was because when Rosalie gave the doctor a long, pointed look, she immediately gave her consent.

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