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"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.

"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in front of him.

Then he looked away, at Tyler, and walked to the next bed. My intuition flickered; the doctor was in on it.

(("Looks like you're still not convincing enough, darling." remarked Esme to Carlisle.

"Well, I happen to think that she's just way too perceptive." said Carlisle as he turned to look at the object of his affection.))

"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer," he said to Tyler, and began checking his cuts.

As soon as the doctor's back was turned, I moved to Edward's side.

(("She's going to hog you now, Edward. Better be ready." drawled Emmett.

Edward ignored him.))

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I hissed under my breath.

He took a step back from me, his jaw suddenly clenched.

((Esme gave a look of warning at the book as if hoping that the Edward in there would behave.

The real Edward was just relieved that she had decided to leave him alone for a moment.))

"Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.

I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Tyler.

"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.

He glared, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, he spun around to face me.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

(("Seriously, lil brother? Are you that stupid? What else would she want?" questioned Emmett... Stupidly.

Edward gave him a withering look as if to ask, 'really?'.))

His eyes were cold. His unfriendliness intimidated me. My words came out with less severity than I'd intended.

"You owe me an explanation," I reminded him.

"I saved your life — I don't owe you anything."

I flinched back from the resentment in his voice.

((Edward flinched too. How could he?))

"You promised."

"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone was cutting.

My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing wrong with my head."

((Emmett snorted.

"I beg to differ! How is it that Edward isn't able to read her mind if her brain is fully normal?" asked he to no one in particular.

Alice, however, glared at him.

"Why don't you go back to reading, Emmett? You're ruining the mood!" said she.))

He glared back. "What do you want from me, Bella?"

"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?" he snapped.

(("At least you didn't snap her neck!" said Emmett.

Edward growled at him while Esme glared at Emmett murderously.))

It came out in a rush. "All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me — Tyler didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both — and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it — and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all — and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up…"

((The whole room was in awe.

Even though they knew that she saw everything granted they read her thoughts that the book was so generous to give. It was still incredible now that she told The Book Edward that.))

I could hear how crazy it sounded, and I couldn't continue. I was so mad I could feel the tears coming; I tried to force them back by grinding my teeth together.

((Pain emitted from Edward's long dead heart. And this time, he knew why...))

He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.

"You think I lifted a van off you?"

His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor. I merely nodded once, jaw tight.

(("That girl notices everything!" complained Rosalie, but not as viciously.))

"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of derision now.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling my anger.

Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"

((Surprise did not flit across the Cullens' faces though. They knew enough about her by now to know that she was not the attention-seeking, gossiping type.

Anastasia just giggled. Nobody questioned why.))

"It matters to me," I insisted. "I don't like to lie — so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it."

"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant.

"You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment."

((Jasper quirked an eyebrow at that.))

We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.

(('An Angel? Never. ' Edward thought to himself mockingly.

Jasper looked up at him, sensing the self-loathing.))

"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.

He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable.

((Edward stiffened. He definitely had to work on his mask of indifference.

But then something stopped him...

Why bother?))

"I don't know," he whispered.

((But he did. Not that it mattered. He wasn't going to think about that. He so wasn't.

But it was too late. Jasper already caught it and his eyes widened as he looked at Edward, thunderstruck. As if he couldn't believe it.

Edward clenched his fists as he looked pleadingly at Jasper to just drop it.

Jasper shook his head a couple of times, still with that disbelief on his face but he let go.

The entire exchange did not go unnoticed by his family. And they looked at each other confused.

That is... Except Anastasia. She looked at Edward with a soft smile on her face and knowledge and amusement in her eyes.))

And then he turned his back on me and walked away. I was so angry, it took me a few minutes until I could move. When I could walk, I made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

The waiting room was more unpleasant than I'd feared. It seemed like every face I knew in Forks was there, staring at me.

Charlie rushed to my side; I put up my hands.

"There's nothing wrong with me," I assured him sullenly. I was still aggravated, not in the mood for chitchat.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Dr. Cullen saw me, and he said I was fine and I could go home." I sighed. Mike and Jessica and Eric were all there, beginning to converge on us.

"Let's go," I urged.

Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and led me to the glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to convey that they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief— the first time I'd ever felt that way — to get into the cruiser.

((Emmett looked amused as he read the last part.))

We drove in silence.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behavior in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed.

((Rosalie tsked))

When we got to the house, Charlie finally spoke. "Um… you'll need to call Renée." He hung his head, guilty.

I was appalled. "You told Mom!"

(("Of course, he did! Renee's her mom." said Esme.))

"Sorry."

I slammed the cruiser's door a little harder than necessary on my way out. My mom was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine at least thirty times before she would calm down. She begged me to come home — forgetting the fact that home was empty at the moment — but her pleas were easier to resist than I would have thought.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself.

(("Hear that, Edward?" asked Emmett teasingly.

Edward's nose flared dangerously.))

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be. I decided I might as well go to bed early that night.

Charlie continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my way to grab three Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the pain eased, I drifted to sleep.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

((Edward's breath would have hitched, if it could. He would have flushed if he could.

There was no denying it now. But he still wasn't bold enough to think about it...))


Finished this chapter. Yay!

I think I'll be able to update next friday as I don't have school because the government closed all schools due to The Virus. You guys know about it, right?

Oh, and to those who answered my questions on their favourite animals. Your first favourite animal is how you see yourself and the second favourite is how you see your friends. Please don't be offended, anyone. It's just a game!

Another thing, I want to become more than writer and readers. I want to become friends! So you are allowed to ask me anything you wish to know about me and I'll answer them as long as I don't feel uncomfortable with it and I'll be asking you questions too, since friendship is mostly about reciprocity!

What's your favourite flower?