APOV

Keeping my visions to myself and out of the prying mind of Edward was always a pain, but oh so worth it. I didn't mind when my visions came true, I just had a belief that they should happen naturally. Him behaving in certain ways just because he knew the future usually ended up badly. After I had realized that, and he had let me know how to combat it, I started keeping specific details from him on purpose. It both infuriated and placated him. If things went poorly he couldn't very well blame himself if he didn't foresee the outcome. I could see me keeping the future from him more and more, especially where Bella was concerned. I needed to come up with a new language to learn, something that would keep me busy for a while. I looked forward a few months and saw myself in Taiwan next summer; time to brush up on my Mandarin.

Luckily, I could tell that Edward wouldn't be keeping tabs on my visions today and I was free to go about my day like normal. He was so wrapped up in Bella and was decidedly not watching me; it was freeing.

It was actually kind of fun to watch for his future and see how Bella would respond, even if it was only a second or two before she spoke (of course, being a vampire myself I could clearly hear everything that was said, but being able to see her responses was more fun).

After lunch they had Chemistry together and true to my vision, she had to introduce herself and tripped on her way to the desk she was sharing with Edward. He had already seen this in one of my initial visions though, and had conveniently stood up to go sharpen his pencil when it happened, so he was right there, waiting to catch her before she fell. I could see the blush of her cheeks, how she would duck her head as his hand caught hers, steadying her. "Oh, thanks. I'm a bit clumsy" she mumbled. I hid my smile behind my hand. 'A bit' was a major understatement if my visions were anything to go off of.

I'd seen Bella in many different predicaments; how many would come to be, only time would tell, but there was no doubt in my mind that we'd all be desensitized to her blood soon. This girl was a danger magnet if I'd ever seen one. Though, being a human that gets wrapped up in a vampire family, even one such as ours, should have been clue enough that she had no regards for her own safety.

I went about my afternoon with a lightness I hadn't felt in a week. Now that we had met, and my brother was wooing her instead of focusing on Chemistry, I could relax. Sure, our futures were still uncertain, but the one constant, Bella, was now in our lives. We'd take the rest as it came.

We made it mostly through the school day, with only a few minutes until the final bell rang, when I saw our little disaster sitting in the E.R., chatting with Carlisle as he patched her up, a deep purple bruise was forming under the harsh hospital lights and her ankle was wrapped up tightly. I didn't know what brought on the vision, but it was the clearest I had seen; it would likely happen today. I immediately started running through every language I knew, trying to keep Edward from seeing this, and could only hope he was more tuned in to watching Bella through someone else's eyes.

BPOV

I tried to tell Coach Clapp that it was safer for everyone if I wasn't forced to play. I'd do research and essays, be scorekeeper, organize the storage shed - anything but pick up a baseball bat. He wasn't having it though. "A physical education is just as important as a mental one, Miss Swan. If you refuse to participate, you will fail. Now, you seem like a bright young lady, what would your father think of you failing and your G.P.A. dropping because you wouldn't play a little ball?"

It was low, using my grades, and Charlie, against me like that, but what could I really do? He was right, I couldn't fail. Stupid school, requiring four years of P.E.

I sighed and grabbed the bat, taking my position near home plate. Luckily, Coach Clapp couldn't really grade us on being good, so as long as I showed some sort of effort, I should be fine.

The first couple innings were fairly uneventful. Anytime I went up to bat I simply waited until the ball left the pitcher's hand and swung the bat. It resulted in me getting out, but I didn't have to run the bases. When we were in the outfield, I specifically chose far outfield; it probably resulted in a few more points for the other team, seeing as I wasn't about to run or jump for the ball, but overall I didn't have to do too much. Mike Newton was the third baseman and tried to cover for both of us. I gave him a small smile as we went in for the start of the 6th inning, what would essentially be the last one as we were running short on time.

I was up to bat first. Great.

I watched the ball sail towards me, swung, but completely misjudged just how close the ball was to me. I managed to hit it, and the unexpected momentum caused me to spin around, my ankle twisting in the process. I dropped the bat on my way down to the ground, and cringed as the metal thudded against my head. My ears were ringing; I couldn't hear anything, but saw everyone rushing towards me, crowding me. Both Mike and Eric were at my side, their hands groping me. Between the pain, embarrassment, and claustrophobia I couldn't function. I curled in on myself and started to cry.

I don't know how much time passed, it couldn't have been long. I still couldn't hear, but I saw his face above mine. I tried to watch his lips, make out what he was saying, but I was too dizzy. I think he was asking a question, permission perhaps? I didn't know what he wanted, but nodded anyway. Maybe he'd take me away; I could only hope.

Cool, strong, sturdy hands lifted me gently, cradling me to his chest. I noticed he was holding me in such a way that my bruised face was away from his body, and my ankle was being held softly. We were walking quickly away from the field, but it felt like I was floating, pressed against a steel cage. I had never felt so safe, despite my injuries. I knew I should be scared, but I couldn't bring myself to understand why, or why I didn't. All I knew was right then, Edward's arms were right where I needed to be.

EPOV

One second I was in Spanish with Emmett, watching with light amusement as Bella did her best to not play baseball, and the next thing I know I saw Bella fall to the ground, a metal bat knocking her on her head, and the screams of twenty frantic students all rushing towards her. I had been watching her from Mike Newton's perspective as he couldn't take his eyes off her. We'd be having a talk about that soon, but for today I was a little grateful for the insight. I could only hope I could get to her fast enough.

I was running as quickly as I could without arousing too much suspicion. I heard Emmett speaking to our Spanish teacher, assuring her that I'd be fine and asking permission to go after me. He wasn't sure what had happened, but knew better than to try to stop me.

As I approached the field I heard Coach Clapp trying to keep the students under control, and failing spectacularly. Both Mike and Eric Yorkie were hovering around Bella, Mike at her back, a hand on her arm, Eric in front of her, his face much too close to hers, both asking her questions at the same time; questions she clearly was in no state to answer.

I rushed forward and none too gently pushed them away. "Get off her," I growled, glaring at them, and anyone else nearby who dared to even look in her direction. As soon as I saw her tear-stained face, I was overcome with a desire to protect, make everything better. The only way I knew how though, was to get her to Carlise. I wasn't sure if she could hear me, but I had to at least attempt to seek permission.

I kneeled in front of her and ran a finger down her face gently. "Bella? Can you hear me?" She didn't respond, but was looking at me, eyes a little out of focus. "Bella. I'd like to pick you up and get you out of here, would that be alright?" She nodded; if she knew what she was agreeing to or not, I didn't quite care at the moment. I had received permission to have her in my arms, care for her, get her the help she needed. I quickly assessed the damage and figured out the best way to hold her without jostling her anymore than I had to.

Without a backwards glance I was off across the field, rushing to my car. Alice was already in the front seat, engine running, the back door open and waiting for us. The wheels were already spinning out of the parking lot by the time the door latched in place. I held Bella to my chest and whispered again and again that everything would be ok. It had to be.

I wasn't sure why, but I knew in the bottom of my cold, unbeating heart, that if anything happened to her, if she wasn't ok, then I wouldn't ever be ok again.

A/N: What is this, 3 POVs in a one chapter? Don't get used to it ;)