BPOV

I was conscious. Dizzy, in pain, deaf except for the awful ringing in my ears, but conscious. I knew what was happening, though not fully aware of the details. I remember Edward jumping into the backseat of a car that sped off without him even speaking a word. I remember him holding me for the entire car ride, my head pressed firmly against his chest, his cool hand holding my ankle gently; I was so grateful for that hand, better than any ice pack I could have imagined. I remember us pulling into the hospital parking lot, and a very attractive blond-haired doctor holding a wheelchair, and Edward's pained face when he sat me down in it. I tried to smile, tell him I was fine; I worry my face showed more pain than I had intended when his eyes grew a few shades darker than they had been earlier.

I remember a nurse handing me some forms to fill out. I could give consent for evaluation, and basic treatment, so long as I didn't need surgery; I quickly signed them and handed them back, hoping they would give me something for the pain soon. Unfortunately, they didn't give me painkillers, but did take me to the ER where a bed was waiting.

Edward lifted me from the chair to the bed with ease, gently laying me back. His hand cupped my face, pushing tendrils of hair out of my eyes gently, his fingers lightly dancing across the spot where the bat had hit me.

He tried to stay with me when I went in for x-rays and a scan of my head, but the gorgeous doctor held him back. They were way too candid with each other, and I made a mental note to ask about that later.

After the scans I was taken back to the ER. It was then that the doctor came back in and I noticed for the first time the same odd eyes, though on the doctor rather than sharp crisp topaz it looked like warm honey. Could this be another brother? Just how many siblings did Edward and Alice have?

I didn't have a chance to ask, as there was a flurry of commotion. I could see in Edward's eyes that he was listening to something I couldn't hear, though that could have been the doctor examining my leg for all I knew; my hearing had still not come back. It didn't take long for me to realize what was going on though, as the curtain around my bed was pushed away and there stood Charlie, worry, anger, and fear all evident in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Dad." I said, hoping my voice matched my words. I could see that Charlie was talking - to me, or the doctor, I wasn't sure - but as the doc started to talk I figured all would be explained regardless. My head was pounding; I laid my head down instead of trying to keep watch on what was happening. I drifted in and out; my eyes trying to focus on the men watching over me, but it was hours later when I finally awoke for good.

EPOV

Bella. Sweet, fragile, broken, human Bella. We all knew from Alice's visions that she was different, a bit accident prone, but if I had seen today's mishap maybe I could have stopped it. Why didn't Alice see this coming?

Was Bella so inclined to snap decisions that she is the reason her future is undecided? Were the hundreds of possible outcomes for her life not because of me, but because of her own lack of commitment? Or did I unwillingly cause her this pain by looking in the wrong person's mind? I thought by keeping eyes on her I'd see any incoming threats. Alice hadn't seen this, or she for sure would have warned me, right? One whispered word from her and my attention would have been away from Mike Newton's vile thoughts and back to my sister's. Could this have been avoided, or is Bella's continuous pain inevitable?

These thoughts were running through my head congruent with everything else that was going on. Carlisle scoured the x-ray of her ankle and declared that there was no break, not even the tiniest hairline fracture; it was simply a sprain and with a few days of rest she should be fine. He wrapped it tightly and had a nurse bring crutches in; they were leaning up against the wall next to her bed.

There was concern about her head; the MRI indicated there was no internal bleeding, but she had a minor concussion. Carlisle was working to keep her awake but it was hard as she was not responding to verbal stimuli. I stayed by her side, rubbing her hand gently, trying to keep her lucid. I wanted so badly for her to open her eyes and keep them open. It terrified me to think that on the very day I found her, I could lose her. And that thought scared me even more.

I didn't have long to wallow though; despite the hospital being mostly deserted, the voices screaming at me in my head were overwhelming. My siblings were all here, camped out in Carlisle's office. While he and Chief Swan were focused on Bella, the latter hardly even recognizing me at his daughter's side, my brothers and sisters were having a lengthy conversation, both among themselves and targeted at me.

"Rose, let it go" I heard Alice hiss. Rosalie hadn't spoken yet, but I could see in Alice's mind what she was going to think and had to suppress a growl. Despite Alice's warning, she let me have it.

"You are ruining literally everything, all over an insignificant little human girl. She is nothing. I don't care what Alice's visions show, it's only because you can't let her go. If you hadn't been so insistent on talking to her today, there's a chance she would have just gone on with her life, none the wiser about us. As it is, you just had to meddle. I hate both of you." The last line was whispered, but the impact was felt by everyone, even Carlisle who paused, his hand poised over Bella's eyes, the penlight frozen on her pale, closed, eyelids.

"Rose! That was out of line" Emmett grabbed her roughly and was dragging her out of the hospital. "I'm sorry. You know how she is…" Yes. I knew. It didn't sting any less. And poor Alice, sitting atop Carlisle's desk, head in her hands as their uncertain futures flashed in her eyes. No one knew what to do from here and she was in as much pain, if not more, than she was last week. It took all of my power to reign myself in, the girl laying on the bed in front of me the only reason I didn't tear out of the room and light into Rosalie myself. Although he loved her unconditionally, I trusted Emmett to be impartial and explain in no uncertain terms just what she did to us. Our family was strong, but her outburst caused a small fissure, even if she wasn't intending it. I sighed, a habit I'd picked up over my years of going through highschool, and brought my attention back to the room I was in.

Chief Swan, luckily, was none the wiser. He was still standing dutifully by Bella's side, across the bed from me. He looked afraid to touch her, despite both Carlisle and I keeping our hands on her. He was staring at her bruising face, unshed tears in the corners of his eyes. I tried to tune out the other sounds of the hospital and focus on him, curious to see what his thoughts about this situation were.

He was surprisingly stoic, his thoughts muted. I only heard snippets, and he was entirely focused on his daughter. Fear about the lack of focus in her eyes, worry that she wouldn't ever hear him again, concern that she was in pain but couldn't vocalize it. It appears as if he noticed too; not only was Bella unresponsive to sound, she was silent, despite the obvious pain she had to be in. It amazed me that she could stay this quiet. To be frank, she amazed me more and more, and we were still on day one of getting to know each other. Fuck, I was in deep.