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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter Eighty-Four

EPOV

"We are quite the pair, aren´t we, Izzy?" I whisper to my sleeping angel. I stroke her hair lightly before placing a kiss to her forehead.

Even sedated, Bella looked like she was in turmoil.

Visually, Bella looked a little worse for the wear. Her hands, arms, legs, and feet were all covered with white bandages. Some of the gashes were pretty deep and required stitches, but, thankfully, there hadn´t been any no major damage to any of her tendons or veins.

I blamed myself for this.

When Bella overheard us talking and dropped the glass, following it to the floor; I froze.

I fucking froze!

While Bella was on the floor crying and thrashing around in broken glass, I just stood there like a fucking statue!

I couldn't move.

I was in shock.

Things were becoming real, really fucking quickly.

And it left me immobile.

How could I fucking go to her and be the comforter, when I needed comforting too?

This shit was so messed up.

It felt like I was watching a movie as Emmett and Jasper jumped into action. By the time they wrestled Bella from the floor, she was covered in blood and her extremities were filled with shards of glass.

Her screams and cries pierced my soul.

"Edward," somebody called.

"Edward! Fucking snap out of it and call a goddamn ambulance!" This time I recognized Emmett´s gruff voice, but still, I couldn´t get my feet to move. They felt as if they were weighted down in cement.

"It´s okay, Edward," Rosalie said, sniffling from somewhere behind me. "I´ll do it."

Rose?

When did she get here?

The next thing I knew, my condo was flooded with EMTs, and everything became a blur of activity.

"Ma´am, please," a young lady pleaded. "You need to calm down so I can access your injuries."

"No, no, nooo..." Bella fought and thrashed wildly. "I want Me-me! I want Carlisle! I want Carlisle to do it! No, no, nooo...don´t touch me!"

"Ma´am please," a young man pleaded this time, "we´re going to have to sedate you if you don´t calm down."

As if she didn´t hear them, Bella just continued to kick and scream wildly. Things like psychotic break and nervous breakdown were tossed around. I knew I had to do something when one of them mentioned admitting her to the psych ward.

"Stop," I yelled, gaining the attention of the room. "She´s just in shock, for crying out loud; wouldn´t you be if you just heard that your parents were dead?"

By this time, they´d secured Bella´s arms and legs to the gurney, and she was looking so fucking broken and helpless. Lying there with tears pouring from her muddy brown eyes, Bella resembled a broken little girl.

Moving to her side, I brushed the hair away from her tear-stained face. I stared down at Bella, who was still tugging angrily at her restraints, but spoke to the EMTs, "She´s not some mentally-ill person that needs to put in a straight jacket. She´s a sixteen-year-old girl who´s just had her fucking world turned upside down. Now, give her a fucking sedative and get her to the goddamn hospital!" I huffed and puffed, spittle flying from my mouth.

"Y-y-yes, Sir," the woman replied, taken aback by my tone.

While they got Bella stabilized, I grabbed my cell phone and called my Uncle Aro. "Edward, my boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Marcus greeted me with kindness and affection.

"I-I need your help," I managed to choke out.

Immediately, he became concerned. "Of course, son, anything, tell me what you need." Relief flooded me at having him to turn to.

Aro´s youngest daughter, Jane, was an emergency room physician at Mercy, and was waiting for us when we arrived. I was grateful that she was able to attend to Bella´s injuries, personally.

The door to Bella´s room opened, but I didn´t bother looking up to see who it was. Jane stepped into my line of sight, and placed a hand on my shoulder. "How are you holding up, Edward?" Jane asked, giving my shoulder a light squeeze. "Daddy told me about Esme and Carlisle, I´m so sorry, Edward," Jane whispered, voice thick with emotion.

In age, Jane was in between Esme and I; we had a lot of fond memories of growing up together. And it came as no surprise to see her get a bit emotional. After all, we were family.

I let out a shaky breath, and decided not to address her comment, I was still in denial. Instead, I asked a question of my own. "When can I take her home?" I asked; eyes glued on Bella at all times. Bella released a quiet sigh, when I smoothed out her furrowed brow.

Giving my shoulder another sympathetic squeeze, Jane replied with, "Tomorrow morning. The sedative, along with the pain medication she was given, should keep her out until morning." Stepping down to the foot of the bed, she picked up Bella´s chart. "She´s going to be in lot of pain when she wakes up, and, I´d rather have her here so we can help her deal with it, and explain to both of you about her wound care."

Zeroing in on the dirty bandage on my hand, Jane sighed. "Edward, you´re no good to her if you don´t take care of yourself, I´ll be right back with some ibuprofen and some fresh bandages for your hand." Jane turned and walked out of the room, leaving no room for discussion.

Once my hand was freshly bandaged and I´d taken the pain medication that Jane brought in, I settled in the chair next to Bella´s bed, and slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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