Chapter 11

Bella POV

It was a couple of days after I had me the rest of the Cullen's. Alice was currently braiding my hair, hiding the bald patch I had from my surgery.

We had become great friends over the last few days. I've learned that she is very hyper and easily excitable.

Alice and Esme visit me the most. Well, besides Carlisle, but it is sort of his job.

"What's your favorite color, Bella?" asked Alice, as she finished my braid.

"Blue," I said, thinking of the sky. Ahhhhh, freedom. Just then, Carlisle walked into the room.

"Are you here to bail me?" I asked him. He chuckled.

"Almost, Bella. Just a coupe of more days."

"Well, can you at least take out a couple of needles?" I begged.

"Sorry, Bella. You'll have to wait a bit longer. Actually, you get to go home early and continue your physical therapy there."

"Yes," I said, as I high-fived Alice.

Carlisle just chuckled and continued studying my chart. Alice started talking to me animatedly but then her face went blank.

"Alice?" I asked her worriedly, waving a hand in front of her face.

"What?" she asked me, snapping back into reality.

"Time for bed already, Alice?" asked Carlisle, chuckling, but I could see the worry in his eyes. " Now it's time to leave Bella so she can rest."

"Awwwwwwwhhhhhhhh," we said in unison.

"Bye Bella," said Alice as Carlisle led her out of the room.

"Bye Alice," I said.

"Do I really have to go to sleep?" I asked Carlisle as he returned.

"You do if you want to come home anytime soon," he told me sternly.

"Fine," I mumbled as I closed my eyes. Before I knew it I was enveloped by darkness.

Carlisle POV

Today was the day Bella was coming home. I had pulled a few strings so she could come home earlier. It did help that I was a doctor.

I wheeled Bella through the hallways in a wheelchair. We were met with lots of 'Goodbyes' the whole way to the car. A lot of the hospital staff had grown attached to Bella during her stay.

I put all her stuff in the back of the car and then helped maneuver Bella into the front seat.

We lived twenty minutes out of town. As we drove down the driveway I could hear Bella's heart speed up.

"Nervous?" I asked her.

"Just a little," she replied, staring at the road in front of us. Finally the familiar white house came into view.

"Welcome home, Bella," I told her as I pulled up in front of the house.

She just blushed and looked down, embarrassed.

The whole family greeted us on the porch. Emmett came down and carried all of Bella's stuff inside while I helped Bella with her crutches.

We took Bella on a tour of the house. When she was situated in her room, with Alice and Rosalie playing, what she had donned 'Bella Barbie'. You could almost hear her cries for help. I chuckled. There was nothing stopping my two eldest daughters.