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I slowly opened my eyes, though it was hard, my head was fuzzy and I couldn't concentrate on anything, not that I could see a thing. What the hell had happened? I sometimes fainted, but this was completely different, I never felt this bad afterwards. My head felt like it was going to explode; it was painful and blurry, like none of my thoughts could arrange themselves properly. My eyes wouldn't focus on anything; it was all blurred just shapes and colours, like the brown and pale coloured splodges that were dancing before me. My whole body ached from head to toe, like I had been crashing into things and parts of my body were tingling as well. I closed my eyes again, trying to get them to focus, if only a little, before I opened them again. And I was completely shocked by what I saw.

I was lying on my side, though I was staring up at the cream coloured ceiling, of course I knew where I was, but how I got on the floor was a mystery. I was in the Lab, which was for sure, because I at least remembered walking in. But guess who was leaning over me…It was Bella. She was saying words that I could understand, my brain just wouldn't register them, and it was all slurred into one. But at least she was there, helping me with whatever had happened. I watched her look up and talk to someone else, seconds later Emmett was leaning over me as well. He looked drawn and worried, his face a pale white.

Bella spoke again, she was looking at Emmett and for some strange reason I felt jealously surge through me, but it was gone once she looked down at me once again. Her hand was on my forehead, pushing my wet hair from my head, but she withdrew her hand a little too soon. I wanted to tell her to put it back, just to run it through my hair, but I couldn't find my voice. Plus what was on her head shocked me completely. Blood was all over her hand; her pale hand was covered in my blood, my blood! I should have panicked, but I kept myself calm, my eyes on her the whole time.

Another person knelt beside me; I noticed that she was the nurse. I needed to tell her what was happening, I needed her to tell me why I was this way, but I still couldn't find my voice, though my hearing was clearing now just a little. I could make out words at least, it was better than nothing. Bella was now removed from where she had been knelt, the teacher taking her a little way away, even I could tell that she was shaking from head to toe and I was lead on the floor, unable to move at all.

The Nurse was talking to me, but I was only getting words like, "father" "on way" "ambulance" "Cullen" and then "father" again. I could piece it together myself; it meant that both my father and an ambulance were on the way. My eyes began to droop; I was fighting to keep them open, only just managing it. The Nurse's voice changed, I noticed that it became more urgent, Emmett's too. But I just couldn't open my eyes, it was too hard, blackness was going to engulf me at any time.

"Edward, it's Bella," A hand took my own; I knew who it was without even opening my eyes, because I knew her voice, that soft gentle voice. I heard all of her sentence, which shocked me a little; my hearing had been bad a moment ago. "Open your eyes for me," She added now and I instantly felt compelled to do as she wished, my eyes snapped open and I looked up at her. She was paler than normal, her eyes red, she had been crying. Why? "You never told me that you were a Cullen," her voice was slightly teasing, but it was masking her panic and worry. I smiled, but not because of the comment she had made, because she was actually there, worried about me.

Then she was removed from beside me again, this time replaced by two paramedics, who knelt beside me. "Right Edward, my name is Dave. Can you hear me?" He asked me gently, setting his bag on the floor and looking at me. I nodded to his question, finally able to move my neck at least. "Well that's good. Do you know what happened to you?" I shook my head at this one; I truly had no idea whatsoever. "Ok, don't worry about it. Do you have any pain anywhere Edward?" I didn't answer, because at that moment my father knelt beside me as well, he was smiling as he took my hand. I had seen that smile before, when he was reassuring people.

"My body aches," I managed to get out, looking up at my father, who glanced at the paramedics. They appeared to share some sort of message, because the guy named Dave nodded and looked back down to me.
"Alright, we're going to put you on a board, give you a neck brace and take you in Edward. Is that ok?" I nodded a little; there was no way I could argue anyway. I was slowly regaining my movement, I wiggled my fingers and moved my knee, the board wasn't needed, but I still had it anyway.

"Edward, you'll be fine," My father assured me as they lifted me and headed for the door. I was surprise that he didn't follow us; instead he turned away from me and looked over at someone else. I saw who it was when they swung me around to get me through the door a little easier. He was comforting Bella, who looked like she was about to be violently sick as any moment. Her face was pale, with a green tinge, she was shaking. Slowly she looked up at him and nodded a little, getting off the stool with help from my father.

Then she was gone and I was put on a trolley, before they pushed me towards the ambulance. Once inside I was asked lots of questions, but I just couldn't remember something, I had no idea why it had happened. Then something hit me, I remembered something that had happened three days ago. I told Emmett I should have told dad, but he wouldn't listen, he said that I would be alright. He was in the ambulance now and I shot him a glare, he obviously already knew what I was going on about, because he looked ashamedly at the floor.

-Flashback-

"Emmett, I am not changing the channel," I growled furiously at my brother, holding the controller out of his reach, it was pointless, because he was so much bigger than me. I knew he would win, but I couldn't just let him win without a fight, which would be stupid, he would take the piss out of me for ages and I couldn't put up with that. "Shouldn't you be around Rosalie's anyway?" Emmett grunted something and I glanced a look at him. "She's not satisfying you?"

Wrong thing to say to Emmett, he didn't really like it to be honest. Growling, he got up from his seat and ran at me. I jumped off mine and dodged him, only just though. I took off through the house, running into the kitchen and then? "Edward! Look…!" CRACK! Something split my head and it felt like it had been torn open, I wouldn't have been surprise if my brains didn't spill out over the floor. All I could see now was blackness, that wasn't good was it? I should have woken up by now right? Apparently not…

Emmett's worried voice filled my ears, I slowly opened my eyes, he was leaning over me. I could barely remember what happened, until it all came flooding back. I had been running from Emmett, I had turned back to see where he was and that was all I could remember. I looked at Emmett questionably, frowning a little; my head was still hurting like it had been before. "You smacked your head on the open cupboard," He informed me with a small wince. "I tried to warn you, but it was too late. You were only out of it for like five seconds, but there's no blood. We should call dad."

I hesitated, sitting up, though it made my head spin. I knew I should seek medical assistance, but seeing as there was no blood and I only felt a little dizzy, I didn't see the point. Plus if we told dad, then Emmett would get into trouble and as much as we argue, I didn't want to drop him in it. That just wasn't fair, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. "No, don't tell dad," I said shaking my head; it felt like it was going to explode, the worst headache I've ever had. "It'll only cause trouble…"

Now, back to the ambulance…

I recounted this to the medic who was asking me questions, something crossed his face and I thought I knew what it was. I was already starting to guess what was wrong with me; it's what happens when you have a doctor for a father. I was guessing that the knock to the head had caused pressure on the brain, as a small blood vessel may have been broken, which was in turn pressing on some part of my brain, which caused the fit. See, I'm good at that sort of thing, when I want o be. I should have listened to Emmett though and called dad, now look at the mess we were in.

My head filled with the image of Bella, her face, she looked so ill. She had dealt with me, she had taken care of me, and she had basically saved my life. If she hadn't of been there, well, when I fell no-one would have been able to help me. She just seemed to click into action, well I guessed she had…I was so grateful that she was in the room at the time. I needed to thank her, as soon as I could get up and see her, or maybe she would come and see me. I could only hope…