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Chapter 4

I awoke to bright lights and a hard bed. The walls were white, and everything looked uninteresting. It smelled of disinfectant; there were sounds of quickly moving feet, machines, and things being pushed and pulled against the floor.

I was in the hospital.

I tried to pull myself in a sitting position only to be pushed down on the cot. Someone was keeping me from sitting up. I looked up and stared into Edwards face.

"You should keep still." He murmurs.

"Let me sit up, please," I whispered hoarsely.

"Sorry: doctor's orders. You need to lie down".

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"You passed out."

"Why?"

"You were attacked." He whispered.

It all came crashing back to me with such force I had to close my eyes against the mental assault. Mr. Jameson tried to corner me on campus. NO! It was more than just cornering me.

"Mr. Jameson?" I asked quietly with my eyes tightly shut.

Did Edward see what happened? I didn't want to see pity in his eyes.

"Yes." He confirms.

"He didn't.. uh… you know..?" I couldn't ask the question I wanted to. But Edward must have read my mind because he answered.

"He roughed you up a bit but it was stopped before it got any further."

"Thank God." I sighed. And then the missing pieces clicked in my head.

Edward had Kurt Jameson dangling in the air by the throat. I could not have imagined that.

Sure I had an over active imagination but that was too colorful for me to conjure.

I pried my eyes open and turned in the direction I had heard him from. He was watching me with cautious eyes as if he knew I remembered. I stared in his honey brown eyes waiting for him to say something.

"You stopped him." I muttered when he did not oblige.

He remained silent, just watching me from the chair he occupied.

I felt self-conscious.

My eyes roamed my surroundings and I concluded I was in a private room.

"How did you do it?" I asked as I once more fixed my gaze on him.

"Do what?" He asked.

He must be kidding me. He wanted me to say it out loud. The crazy scene I remember, voiced out loud.

"You know what I am talking about Edward." I said furiously.

He wanted to make me seem crazy.

"Actually, I don't." he said quietly, with a straight face; his eyes never leaving my face.

"You saved me." I whispered. I felt the tears coming. I never cry. Even when I was locked in a jail cell for a night, I never cried. But this stupid boy was making me cry.

"You pushed him off me, and he flew in the air but he never collided with the trees or the ground because you had him by the throat before I could even blink, and you were across the lot away from me squeezing his throat…." The tears started flowing. I shut up because I know what I sounded like.

Edward took advantage of that since he muttered "You must have hit your head harder than I had thought to have imagined that. Let me get my father in here."

"I didn't hit my head that hard!" I said furiously as I simultaneously reach my hand to grope my head. I winced when I touched a very sensitive spot.

"As I thought," I heard him mutter as he sent a message from his phone.

I did hit my head hard, but I know I did not imagine what I saw. Regardless of what Edward said.

"So?" I asked angrily as I wiped my tears with my hands.

"So what?" Edward asked back.

"Are you not going to tell me what happened? How you stopped Mr. Jameson? Anything at all?" I said loudly.

"Tone down Bella. You will only hurt your head more. I don't know what you think you saw, but you saw wrong." He said softly.

"When I got on scene you were pushing him away from you. I called out and he tried to pull you away with him." He was staring at me intently as if he was willing me to accept his version of what happened.

"I ran after you two, and when I reached you I pushed him away. He fell on the ground and you collapsed. He ran away when you did and I just put you in my jeep and got here as fast as I could. Dad said you were in shock and you needed some time but you seemed fine. He even did a scan of your head since you hit it so hard."

That was his version, but I never got to say anything else because the door opened and a handsome blond man entered.

Handsome was an understatement. He was heavenly gorgeous; and very young. Surely, this man was not Edward's father.

As he passed Edward sitting on the chair near my bed he squeezed his shoulder in fatherly gesture.

"So you are finally awake Miss Swan. I am Dr. Cullen, Edward's father, but you can call me Carlisle." His voice was pure magic. The lilt was faintly British, but mellow and beautiful. Edward's voice was velvety, as if he brushed your skin with every word out of his mouth. Dr. Cullen's voice was pure magic, soothing your mind and instilling peace.

"Hello Carlisle," I squeaked. I watched Edward smirk from his chair as he diverted his gaze to his father.

"I think her head is a little faulty dad."

"Hmmm" Dr. Cullen mused. "Let me see." He then took what looked like a pen from his white coat pocket and turned a light on.

"Follow my finger Isabella." He murmured.

"Bella, just Bella." I told him.

"Alright then: Bella." He said with a smile.

Edward scoffed in the corner he removed himself to, and mumbled something to himself I could not make out. Dr. Cullen seemed to fair better than I did because he smiled to himself as he continued the physical examination.

"You are quite fine Bella considering what you went through. Your scans came up clean as well. Your head will bruise where you hit it as I am sure you are now feeling, and you will have slight headaches. Just take two of these when you feel the headaches." He continued to tell me further instructions then murmured that my father was waiting for me in the hall.

"What!" I squeaked. "Why would you call my dad?" I accused Edward.

"Edward didn't call your father. I did. You were brought in under serious conditions; I couldn't just patch you up and send you home when you were attacked. Your father is currently directing the search for Mr. Jameson from this hospital."

"But I am fine. Nothing is wrong with me. And Edward chased him away. He is probably two states from here already."

"What happened was serious Bella. You were taken care of privately because Edward brought you straight to this room after calling me. Your father is also keeping a tight lid on who the victim is considering you are his daughter and it would call unnecessary attention to you. So no one knows you were the victim, but it has to be dealt with." Carlisle told me.

Even though I knew Mr. Jameson had to be dealt with I knew there was something more I was missing out on. Carlisle kept darting glances Edward's way while Edward kept his gaze locked on me, sometimes shaking his head subtly as if there were some hidden conversation I was not privy to.

"Okay. Can I leave tonight?" I asked. I hated hospitals. They remind me of when I injured myself when I was 10 and had to stay there for two nights without a single visit from Renee because she was busy with her life. My grandmother came and got me when I was discharged.

"Certainly: but not for a couple of hours. Let the excitement die down first."

"I thought there was no excitement?"

"It's a small town Bella. Just the gist of a good story and there is excitement. I am sure you wouldn't want people to figure out that you were the one attacked." Edward stated from his corner.

Just then my dad pushed the door open. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket over it, with faded black jeans and biker boots.

"How's it going Carlisle?" He asked as he closed the door and walked towards my cot.

"She can leave tonight. I gave her pain killers so she doesn't require a prescription or anything. Just make certain she only takes two at a time and no more than six in any given day. She has a minor concussion and her head will bruise a little and remain sore for a few days. Other than that, she is fine." Carlisle concluded.

"Thank God." Charlie said as he sat on the foot of my bed.

"Bells, you gave me scare there honey." He squeezed my foot gently as he said this.

"Sorry dad. I wasn't careful. If Edward didn't come on the spot I don't know what would have happened."

At that moment my father got up, and walked over to Edward, extended his hand and shook hands with the boy who saved my life.

"Thank you so much for saving my Bella. I don't know what I would have done if something worse had happened." Charlie sounded choked up. I have never seen or heard my dad cried, but in that moment I thought he would have if Edward and his dad were not in the room.

"You're welcome," Edward murmured shaking Charlie's hand.

"We will give you some privacy. Charlie, can I talk to you when you are finished? There is something I must discuss with you before you leave." Carlisle said.

"Sure. Give me ten." Charlie muttered.

Dad spent the next ten minutes making sure that I was fine. He blamed himself for suggesting the art club, and threatened Kurt Jameson to hell.

I comforted him. He blamed himself for what nearly happened but how could he have known the art instructor was a complete pervert?

He asked if he should call my mom, and I protested wholeheartedly. He was here and that was enough.

When he excused himself from my bedside to go see Dr. Cullen, Edward came back in the room.

"I never got to do this and I know it's a little late but I still want to," I muttered as I twisted my hands together. "Thank you, for saving me today. I know I have not been exactly nice to you but thank you. And I know you are lying to me about how you did it, but thank you." The tears started rolling down my face as I looked at his handsome one. I felt stupid to crying over something that didn't even happen but I knew what could have if Edward wasn't there to save me.

I felt my bed shift a little as he sat beside me and did something I would never have expected.

Edward Cullen gathered me in his arms, and comforted me. It felt good. My tears soaked his shirt, and he rubbed my back in soothing circles as he murmured words of comfort. He smelled delicious: a scent that was uniquely his, and very addictive. I sniffed at him trying to pull as much of his calming scent into my lungs. I felt safe in his arms and just the thought of that made me cry even more.

I cried until I started shivering, and that's when I noticed how cold he was. Even the Henley that he wore was cold. As my shivers got worse he must have figured that it was from him, and not my crying because he pulled the covers over me, and deftly laid me back on the cot while getting off it himself.

I felt bereft when he took up his seat in the chair beside my bed. I instantly missed his hard arms around me, and his hard chest to rest my head on. I worked on calming my breathing, taking deep breaths.

"That's good" he whispered from the chair.

"What is?" I asked him.

"Calming yourself like that. I can only imagine how upsetting this all must be for you, yet you are trying your best to keep calm about it all. That's admirable."

"Oh. Thanks. I think…"

"Do you know what your dad wanted to talk to my dad about?" I watched as his face took on a shuttered look.

He knew something but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Tell me Edward."

"Bella, just let your dad deal with this."

"Edward, tell me what you know. Does it have something to do with Mr. Jameson?"

I saw anger flash in his eyes but just as quickly disappear. "Tell me" I pleaded.

"Kurt Jameson has tried to assault my sister six months ago. Jasper was just in time to stop it. There was a girl at our school last semester that transferred to another state because he raped her." He said fiercely.

"Oh gosh," I gasped.

"When I found out you were at school working on your art I figured he could possibly be there. That was my main purpose for going there. You are not my sister Bella, and Rose is hardly ever by herself; and Rose can take care of herself against a disgusting human being like Jameson, but you are vulnerable." He said earnestly. "I tried to get there as fast as possible. I heard your dad saying you were in the art room, and I was worried that vile creature would be there with you."

It was the most emotional I had ever seen him. He looked at me with earnest eyes, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't even have shown my face to you but then I heard him and his lascivious thoughts. I cannot get a read on you and for the first time in three weeks I was so pissed about that." He sighed, then said as if were talking to himself, "I was honestly worried that I couldn't get to you in time. By the time I realized you were near the parking lot he had already slapped you." He sounded forlorn and it almost broke my heart to watch the regret and guilt and sadness pass over his features.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize where you were earlier." He apologized. "The rain interfered with my hearing everything clearly and his thoughts were so chaotic it took me a while to get used to his channel and locate him. To make it worse I can't hear you no matter how hard I try. But God, if he had hurt you any further I would have killed him right then and there."

I listened and processed everything Edward said. He could hear Jameson's and my dad's thoughts. He could possibly hear people's thoughts. What the heck!

I swallowed pass the lump forming in my throat. I wanted to ask him so bad about what he said but the words never left my mouth. I watched him closely, as he picked up my hand in his cold one and stroked the back of it endearingly.

Weeks ago, Edward Cullen couldn't stand sitting at a table we shared for an hour in biology, and now he was lovingly holding and stroking my hand.

"Your dad suggested that Carlisle and I take you with us when dad's shift is over. Charlie needs to make a quick run to the station before he heads home and that lady reporter is breathing down his neck about what happened. I hope you don't mind." He smiled crookedly.

"Besides, Alice and Jas will be home."

"Okay. I don't mind. When did he tell you this?" He quickly turned his gaze away but not before I saw his expression shutter. He was hiding something.

"My dad messaged me."

"Oh." I replied, not wanting to make the situation awkward.

Immediately Edward released my hand and leaned back in the chair with his hands resting on the armrest. My dad pushed the door open and strolled toward my bed with a look of regret on his face.

Edward excused himself to give us some privacy.

"I'm sorry Bells. I know you have been through a lot tonight and you are my responsibility so I should be the one doing this but there is something urgent at the station that I need to look into, so I asked Dr. Cullen to take you home with him tonight." He sighed in defeat then rushed on.

"He's a good man, he is my friend and his wife is very sweet. Esme and I are great friends. Plus their kids are well behaved. You know that since Edward saved you today and you are close to Alice so you should be okay. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't dad. It will be like going to my best friend's house. Besides, if I leave with the Cullens no one will know that I was the victim of the attack today," I repeated what Edward said.

I saw the relief wash over my father's features. "I will come get you as soon as possible okay?"

"Sure dad. Do what you have to do."

He leaned over me and kissed my forehead before leaving.

I was going home with Edward and Carlisle Cullen. I felt thrilled.

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