The next day was the 25th of January, only a Tuesday. It would be my second day at Forks High, but that wasn't why it was marked on my calendar.

Today would be the day of the incident, whereby Tyler would almost squash Bella with his van.

I was torn between trying to prevent the events from happening and letting their natural course run. I knew Edward would save her, but I was also worried that he wouldn't. I didn't want to take that chance because me being here had changed the original plot of Twilight and I wasn't going to risk Bella's whole life if Edward just happened to change his mind.

So I had pushed for Mike to drop me off earlier than normal, which didn't require too much convincing since the roads were icy and frozen anyways, making travelling to school longer.

Bella was already there when we arrived and since I had no idea when Tyler would come screeching and skidding into the parking lot, I made my way over to the brunette as fast as I could without appearing panicked.

"Hey Bella, what's up?" I greeted her, a little out of breath. The ground was slippery and icy and I had almost slipped several times already. She looked up at me from her book, a little surprised.

"Hey Amani," She replied. I wasn't sure what else to say to the introverted girl besides me, who clearly wanted to be left alone as she turned back to her book. I stood besides her, debating how to go about what to say when I looked behind her.

I looked across the car park and spotted the Cullens already there by their silver Volvo. I made eye contact with Edward, staring at him and hoping he'd somehow understand my inner turmoil.

I wasn't even sure what I was asking but as I stood besides Bella, silently staring at Edward across the space, I heard tires screeching loudly.

I was close enough to grab Bella, but the floor was covered in patches of ice and there would be no way I could move both of us fast enough without slipping and falling.

Time seemed to slow down and Bella and I made eye contact, both of us rooted by fear for a second. I did the only thing I could, pulling the shocked girl into my arms and dropping to the ground.

I was being extra careful to make sure the girl wasn't hurt and her blood spilled so I took the brunt of the fall with her landing on top of me.

My body was working on autopilot, adrenaline coursing through my body with each fast beat of my heart. My head felt strangely empty as I shoved Bella under her truck to get her out and onto the other side to avoid being crushed.

"Go! Move away from the truck!" I yelled, pushing her further under the truck.

She seemed panicked, shuffling clumsily to the other side. I turned around to look back at the van. It hit the patches of ice surrounding Bella's truck and only seemed to move faster towards me.

As fast as I had managed to get Bella out of this, I knew there was no way I would make it.

The realisation only seemed to make my body slump, the adrenaline wearing off as I curled on the ground, waiting for the inevitable.

Just as the van came two feet within crushing me, I saw a pale hand shoot out and stop it, bringing the large vehicle to a screeching halt. The hand caused a deep indentation into the side of the van and I followed the hand to see it's owner.

For some reason, I had been expecting it to be Edward, somehow come to save the girl who helped save his mate, but it wasn't.

It was Jasper.

His eyes were wild and dark, a pitch black that seemed to be swallowing me whole. His blond curls were disheveled, only adding to the almost feral look he possessed in that moment.

The screaming and the shouting from the students slowly snapped me out of my daze, bringing me back to the present. The sudden onslaught of noise made me wince as my head began throbbing painfully. Each breath only made it worse as I felt a sharp stabbing pain along my side. I tried to move but it only became worse.

A cold hand to my temple made me snap my eyes open.

"Don't move, you're hurt," He murmured. I was entranced by his deep and calming voice that I naturally obeyed. It was perfect enough to lull me to sleep. I felt my eyes droop as the adrenaline left my body.

His hand was back on my face, this time cupping it so I would look back at him. I couldn't deny the tingles I felt on my skin where he touched.

"You have to stay awake, you might have a concussion," I only blinked up at him, too tired and shocked to immediately respond.

"You might want to fix that dent," I blurted out. I watched his expression and the way he calmly reached out with his hand under the van and pushed the hand indentation back out. He stared down at me, our eyes caught in a staring contest until the ambulances finally arrived.

They worked on pulling out Tyler first before moving his van and getting to me. I was too tired to care what was happening and let them strap me up and carry me away on a stretcher.

I wasn't sure what happened after that as I promptly passed out.

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Coming back to the land of the living was an odd experience. My limbs felt sluggish and my mind struggled to form a logical thought.

There was just sounds and feelings as I forced my eyes to open. They refused to cooperate and after what felt like hours of struggling did I finally manage to peel them open.

I instantly shut them back together, blinded by a bright white light.

I tried opening them back up, the mumbling voices growing louder and clearer.

"Miss Ephram, can you hear me?" A soft voice asked. It was deep and gentle, extremely pleasant to hear even on my sensitive ears.

"I think I'm dead," I mumbled. There was no way I was hearing angels speak if I was alive. I had finally ran out of luck and died a second time.

The angel that I still couldn't see chuckled, the sound making me smile too. Finally, I saw something move into my line of vision and the face matched the voice.

Absolutely angelic.

"I'm dead," I stated.

"You are most certainly not," He assured with a small smile. He turned away from me for a second, fiddling with something besides me and I finally looked around as my eyes adjusted to the white light.

I was in a hospital ward. I even spotted Tyler on the bed one down from one, a bandage around his head as he seemed to be sleeping. He looked awful, I felt bad for him.

I looked back down to myself, wondering what I looked like. I was in a hospital gown myself but I couldn't feel any pain. If anything I felt strange. Not in a bad way, but slightly tingly and almost light.

Before I could ask what was going on, the double doors burst open and two familiar people came rushing in.

"Oh my god Amani, you scared us!" Rania sobbed, stroking my hair and kissing my face. I gently patted her back as she mumbled into my neck, hugging me awkwardly as I was still laying on the bed. I looked at Liam who stood a little back.

"Your second day of school and you're already a hero," He chuckled wryly. Rania stepped back and Liam came closer and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

As much as my affection starved self enjoyed all the attention, I was really confused.

"Huh?" Was all I managed as I looked between the three adults in the room.

The handsome doctor smiled.

"Amani, what do you remember last?" He asked. I furrowed my brow, struggling to recall. It wasn't as if I couldn't remember, but everything felt like a jumbled mess and my mind was way too hazy to think that hard right now. My whole head felt empty actually.

Head empty, no thoughts kinda vibe.

"It's okay if you can't recall," He assured me after watching me struggle. He turned to my two guardians. "I've put her on some strong painkillers so she's still feeling a little high. It's nothing to worry about,"

"When will she be discharged?" Liam asked, clearly the calm and level headed one at that moment.

"The earliest she can be let out is tomorrow night I'm afraid. She will have to spend the night with such strong drugs in her system. I also want to keep her in for the day tomorrow to observe her," The doctor explained.

"All she needs is some rest and observations. She's doing well and will recover in no time," He smiled. Rania sniffled, glancing over at me with testy eyes and a worried expression.

"I'm high so it's all good," I held out a thumbs up for added effect, giggling as she snorted. She came over to me, stroking my hair back off of my face.

"Will you be fine here?" She asked.

"Yeah, as long as the doc can give me my next fix," I peered over at the golden eyed doctor who shook his head.

"Go home. I'll probably just go back to sleep," I yawned.

With a few more kisses and goodbyes, the couple left the room and I settled back into my bed.

"What happened to me anyways?" I asked the doctor.

"You had several fractured ribs from your fall and a mild concussion. Your ribs are healing well but your concussion was most concerning because you passed out on the ride to the hospital," He explained patiently.

"How long was I out?"

"About 14 hours," I nodded, yawning once again.

"Go to sleep Amani, you're tired," I didn't require anymore persuasion because I drifted off.