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Thank you all for the continued support you keep showing me, instead of being bored with my late updates. You don't know what that means to me.

For those of you who complained about not liking how Esme scolds Edward more that she scolds Rosalie, well, let me make it clear...

There can be two types of scolding. One is formed from pure and utter fondness and wanting the other to be the best. Another one is serious tongue lashing an ' I'll kill you ' aura.

We all know that Edward is Esme's most dotted upon child. She wants him to be the best and therefore cannot bear it if she is not fully gentleman . She loves him as he is, just wants him to be superior to everyone.

As much as Esme loves her first daughter Rosalie, she saw how her words were hurting her precious son. But Esme is not the one to give a deep, heart wounding, hurtful scolding, she is too kind and full of love for that. But that's the only way anymore would be able to stop Rosalie. And, after trying very much, she only managed to give her the death glare, but not much, as it's just not in her nature to be cruel.

I hope I made it clear for you!

BTW, I think I mentioned something about my language exhibition? Well, it will be held on 14th March, so I won't be able to post until then. Wish me luck for I shall need it.



Anyway, on with the story...

"How in the…" I trailed off, trying to clear my head, get my bearings. "How did you get over here so fast?"

((Emmett mimicked the sound of thunder, thinking it was the perfect background music for such a scene.

That was, until Rosalie smacked him for acting silly, though that didn't stop him from thinking in his head, 'Looks like you're in a mess, kid.'))

"I was standing right next to you, Bella," he said, his tone serious again.

((Edward made an expression that was inconceivable at that. It looked somewhere between a smile and a grimace.))

I turned to sit up, and this time he let me, releasing his hold around my waist and sliding as far from me as he could in the limited space. I looked at his concerned, innocent expression and was disoriented again by the force of his gold-colored eyes.

((Carlisle raised his eyebrows in curiosity at that.))

What was I asking him?

(("Oh, my!" gasped Esme in wonder.

"He stunned her!" said Emmett doubling over in laughter, though, Edward could not imagine what could have been so funny about that.

"More like, dazzled her." replied Esme in the same tone of wonderment.))

And then they found us, a crowd of people with tears streaming down their faces, shouting at each other, shouting at us.

"Don't move," someone instructed.

"Get Tyler out of the van!" someone else shouted.

There was a flurry of activity around us. I tried to get up, but Edward's cold hand pushed my shoulder down.

"Just stay put for now."

"But it's cold," I complained.

((She was in an accident and she is worried about about the coldness. Edward didn't know which reaction would be proper at a time like this. He settled on relishing the irony.))

It surprised me when he chuckled under his breath. There was an edge to the sound.

((Somehow Edward knew the reason behind the 'Edge'.))

"You were over there," I suddenly remembered, and his chuckle stopped short. "You were by your car."

His expression turned hard.

((Rosalie gritted her teeth to stop from saying something that would earn her a scolding. But she couldn't stop the flow of her thoughts.))

"No, I wasn't."

"I saw you."

(("She's entirely too perceptive." said Carlisle.

No one commented, though, someone certainly wanted to.))

All around us was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adults arriving on the scene. But I obstinately held on to our argument; I was right, and he was going to admit it.

"Bella, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way." He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

"No." I set my jaw.

The gold in his eyes blazed.

"Please, Bella."

"Why?" I demanded.

"Trust me," he pleaded, his soft voice overwhelming.

I could hear the sirens now.

"Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"

"Fine," he snapped, abruptly exasperated.

"Fine," I repeated angrily.

((The room became utterly silent.

"So, I guess she'll know a bit later?" asked Carlisle.

"No, she won't." came the soft voice of Anastasia.

Every pair of eyes turned to her.

"What do you mean? Edward just promised to--" Esme was cut off.

"He doesn't follow through. That's all I'm going to say."

Edward was upset. He broke his promise? Her trust?))

It took six EMTs and two teachers — Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp — to shift the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in.

Edward vehemently refused his, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told them I'd hit my head and probably had a concussion. I almost died of humiliation when they put on the neck brace.

It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the ambulance. Edward got to ride in the front. It was maddening.

((Because I'm not a fragile human, Edward thought to himself bitterly. How he wished he was!))

To make matters worse, Chief Swan arrived before they could get me safely away.

"Bella!" he yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.

"I'm completely fine, Char — Dad," I sighed. "There's nothing wrong with me."

He turned to the closest EMT for a second opinion. I tuned him out to consider the jumble of inexplicable images churning chaotically in my head.

When they'd lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car's bumper — a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Edward's shoulders… as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame… And then there was his family, looking on from the distance, with expressions that ranged from disapproval to fury but held no hint of concern for their brother's safety.

(("I know most of you are blaming Edward, but this sentence proves that we are also to blame." Alice defended.))

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen — a solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane. Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital.

I felt ridiculous the whole time they were unloading me.

What made it worse was that Edward simply glided through the hospital doors under his own power. I ground my teeth together. They put me in the emergency room, a long room with a line of beds separated by pastel-patterned curtains. A nurse put a pressure cuff on my arm and a thermometer under my tongue. Since no one bothered pulling the curtain around to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to wear the stupid-looking neck brace anymore. When the nurse walked away, I quickly unfastened the Velcro and threw it under the bed. There was another flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought to the bed next to me.

I recognized Tyler Crowley from my Government class beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Tyler looked a hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring anxiously at me.

"Bella, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine, Tyler — you look awful, are you all right?"

As we spoke, nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek. He ignored me.

((Edward felt a jab of irritation at the boy for ignoring her. That is, until he was reminded of what he had done. Or rather, will have done.))

"I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit the ice wrong…" He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his face.

"Don't worry about it; you missed me."

"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone…"

"Umm… Edward pulled me out of the way."

He looked confused.

"Who?"

"Edward Cullen — he was standing next to me."

I'd always been a terrible liar; I didn't sound convincing at all.

(('But why would she lie for him?' thought Jasper, but did not get a suitable answer.))

"Cullen? I didn't see him… wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"

"I think so. He's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a stretcher."

I knew I wasn't crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain away what I'd seen.

They wheeled me away then, to X-ray my head. I told them there was nothing wrong, and I was right. Not even a concussion. I asked if I could leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was trapped in the ER, waiting, harassed by Tyler's constant apologies and promises to make it up to me. No matter how many times I tried to convince him I was fine, he continued to torment himself.

Finally, I closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a remorseful mumbling.

"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked.

(("Seriously?! Musical? My voice is better than that." said Emmett, earning himself a glare.))

My eyes flew open. Edward was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him. It wasn't easy — it would have been more natural to ogle.

(((Emmett snorted, while Anastasia giggled.))

"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry —" Tyler began.

Edward lifted a hand to stop him. "No blood, no foul," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth. He moved to sit on the edge of Tyler's bed, facing me.

(("Interesting choice of words. " teased Alice.))

He smirked again. "So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.

"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I complained. "How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"

"It's all about who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."

Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond… and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. He was pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie's description, this had to be Edward's father.

((If Carlisle could blush, he would.

Edward felt an irrationally annoying wave of jealousy. Yes, jealousy. He would stop not admitting it to himself.))

"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.

He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and turned it on.

"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Edward.

The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when I winced.

(( Edward felt a wave of sadness surround him. If only he had one tenth of the control Carlisle had.))

"Tender?" he asked.

"Not really." I'd had worse.

((Edward frowned. He did not like the idea of her... Hurting.))

I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward's patronizing smile. My eyes narrowed.

((Esme sighed but decided to not scold Edward for this behavior... Yet.

Edward grimaced.))

"Well, your father is in the waiting room — you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

"Can't I go back to school?" I asked, imagining Charlie trying to be attentive.

"Maybe you should take it easy today."

I glanced at Edward. "Does he get to go to school?"

"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Edward said smugly.

((Edward wished his bookself would stop acting to foolishly.))

"Actually," Dr. Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Oh no," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and hopping down quickly. Too quickly — I staggered, and Dr. Cullen caught me. He looked concerned.

"I'm fine," I assured him again. No need to tell him my balance problems had nothing to do with hitting my head.

((Emmett chuckled.))

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested as he steadied me.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen said, smiling as he signed my chart with a flourish.

"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," I amended with a hard glance at the subject of my statement.


Taddaaa! Finished with the 5th chapter!

You guys should read my other Twilight fic, 'Too Dark'. In which Bella wants to know everything about Edward but he gets angry that she is digging his head. And knowing Edward, it's because he thinks his head is too dark for her.

By the way, I wanted to play a game woth you that I have played with my friends. It's quite simple, really. All you have to do, is answer this single question honestly and I can work on it properly.

what is your first and second favourite animal and why?

Me: Thinking, *Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!*