A/N: Alright two things. One, thank all of you for reading this story, as well as following it and reviewing it. Two, I have a surprise waiting to happen, not going to say which chapter , just know its soon...

"There's a lot of choices in life, the key to enjoying it is to take a chance. Never let an opportunity slip through your hands because you're too afraid of change."

Onward..

All these unorthodox thoughts flew into my mind as I ate quietly. For once, I was speechless.

The words Edward and I exchanged earlier, now seemed to be playing in my head. Should I give him a chance? To at least explore the possibility?

"So… Rosalie, are to accept his marriage proposal?" Edward asks her.

By this time I'm halfway through a bite and I start choking as I hear him. My airway is almost completely blocked with meat, cheese, and sesame bread. My eyes start to widen as I struggle to breathe.

"Oh." I hear before I feel a slight sting to my back.

Since the smack to my back doesn't work I'm quickly pulled out of the booth, then two large muscled arms wrap around my torso and squeeze the ever living shit out of me. It happened three times before I felt the piece of burger that was lodged in my throat expel out of me.

Ladies, and gentlemen —if there are any reading this— I have never been so grateful breath air as I was in that moment, even though it slightly burned. My entire body was vibrating with relief.

"Bella? Bella?! Hey, come on, I need you to answer me. Are you alright? Come on, darling girl. Talk to me." I heard someone say, softly tapping my face.

I hadn't realized I was laid on the ground until more voices spoke above me.

"Is she alright?" Rosalie asked concerned.

"I don't know, Emmett I think you squeezed her too hard." Edward replied, patting my face softly again.

"Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do? She was turning fucking purple." Emmett complained.

"She looked like a fucking rag doll. I swear that if the situation hadn't been so serious, I would have been laughing my ass off." Rosalie says.

"Though now that I think about it maybe we should slap her." She suggests.

"Bitch, if you put one of your fucking claws near my face and I'll kick your ass." I rasp.

"She's alive!" Emmett cheers, causing me to began to giggle then groan in pain.

"Does something hurt?" Edward asks, Emmett sobering up.

"My sides hurt a little when I breath, or laugh, but I think I'll be alright." I say, as Emmett slowly pulls me up.

"Alright, to the hospital it is, Baby Bells." He says, as he carries most of my weight as we walk out the door.

"Rose get my food to go please. Oh and two pieces of ditch apple pie please." I say as I let Emmett pull me out of the restaurant.

"How are you feeling?" Emmett asks me as we reach his massive Jeep.

"There is no way, I'll be able to get on that monster." I say, backing up.

"Calm down, Baby Bells, I'll lift you. Don't worry. " He promised as we reached the passenger's side.

When we reach the massive Jeep, Emmett silently opens the passenger's side and proceeds to pick me up.

"Where's your brother?" I ask, as he sits me up and set me down gently on the black leather seat, cold I might add.

'Bella, Bella, Bella, this could only happen to you.' My mind snips at me.

Rosalie and Edward come out with two big bags full of boxes with warm food.

"Hurry it up! We've got a patient in the car!" Emmett tells at them through the lowered window.

They pick up their pace, quickly scrambling into the car as Emmett Reeves the engine.

"Finally! You walk slower than our grandma on her best day." Emmett mutters as he of the parking space and out of the lot.

The trip to the hospital is quiet. A little too quiet, with the occasional groan from me. My lungs are beginning to burn as if I just ran a marathon. Damn it, does this mean I won't be able to fly home this weekend?

"Ooh." I complain as we speed through a speed bump.

"Sorry, so sorry. I'll be more careful. " Emmett says, apologetically.

"Be careful, Emmett." Edward chastises, leaning in to look at me.

"I'm alright." I rasp, feeling sweat begin to dew on my forehead.

I do doze in and out of sleep after that. How long has it been?

"We're here." I hear someone say.

The clicks of unbuckling seat belts inform me that we have definitely arrived.

"Can you walk?" Edward asks me.

"Yes, I can. That's why I'm gasping as I'm on my ass." I snipe.

"Alright. Stupid question. May I?" He asks.

I nod, albeit unwillingly.

I try not to tense as I feel his large muscular arms pick me up. My mistake, I thought he was lanky, I was dead wrong, under the loose dark blue uniform was riddled with muscles. His broad shoulders seemed to tense as he walked me into the hospital.

"Edward? What's wrong?" A male doctor asked.

"Carlisle, this is Bella. We were out having lunch and she started choking. Emmett performed the Heimlich, but I think he might have bruised, possibly fractured her ribs. Would you please look over her?" He asked.

"Sure, just let me get the proper formers for her to fill and follow me." He says.

"Am I in good hands, Cullen?" I ask, tiredly.

"Yes, you are. He's my stepfather. The best in the upper east. Unbiased opinion, I assure you." He says, giving me a small, gentle smile.