A/N: Happy Holidays! This is for those people who celebrate Christmas, or other gift-giving holidays in December! Expect a chapter of each of my stories by December 31, or January 1. I know, I orignally had it by December 26, but over the bast three days, I haven't had much time, what with Christmas shopping, Christmas, and my birthday. sorry. I hope you like this chapter…It's better then the first draft I wrote of it…in May…I think my writing has kind of improved…although, not so much in this chapter. If you look at the differences between "Why?" and my other stories, you will see the difference though. Happy Holidays!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any books by Stephenie Meyer. If I did, Leah, Seth, and Embry would have imprints, Edward and Bella would live on the moon, and Renesmee wouldn't be so perfect.

Chapter 3: Hospital

Emily POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. I could see nothing but darkness when I awoke. For a second I panicked, my breath quickening and my heart beat fluttering. That was when I realized my eyes were closed. I began to open them when I smelled the dull, sterile scent I usually associated with hospitals. Hospitals.

Sam. The big black wolf. Werewolves. Claws, cutting deep within my flesh, running down the right side of my face, and down my arms, leaving burning trails of fire behind them.

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt a light compression on my arms and one side of my head. It felt like…gauze?

Before I could move, I heard the voices. Am I going crazy? I thought, and then realized the voices were not in my head.

"Sam," a man said, "Are you really sure you can be around her now, after…after what happened?" The voice was familiar. Harry Clearwater. My uncle.

Was he talking about me? With Sam? Why was Sam here in the first place?

"Harry, I know I can control myself. That was an accident. It will never happen again. Ever." That was Sam. Even though I had only known him a day, I could never forget his voice. "Emily's the only thing that means anything to me anymore, can't you see that?" Who? Me? I meant everything to Sam? No, it couldn't be me.

"But we shouldn't talk about this at the moment, she's waking."

Knowing my cover had been blown I opened my eyes. Well, I tried. It felt like my eyelids were stuck together. I suddenly felt a warm, wet towel dabbing at my eyes. "It's okay Emily. Just give your eyes a few seconds, you were under anesthetics for a while."

Sam. I struggled even harder to open my eyes. Just to catch a glimpse of him was all I wanted in those few seconds.

Finally opening my eyes, I felt the compress move away, and immediately I closed my eyes. The light above me was too bright. A hard, calloused hand stroked my left cheek lovingly. "You're going to be okay Emily," Sam said, "The lights turned down. You can open your eyes now." I again, tried to open my eyes.

My right eye took a bit more effort than my left, and I assumed it was because of the gauze. I decided I would just leave it closed for now.

Sam had a look of care, and love on his face. But he also had this look in his eyes. Like he was longing for something to come back.

"W-w-what i-i-is it?" I asked, my voice wasn't that good at the moment,

"Emily, I um..." he said, Sam seemed like it was hard to get the words out to, "well, just please look at yourself."

Sam handed me a mirror, and at first, I did not recognize the person staring back at me. Then I saw the familiar dark hair, and copper skin. The thing that had gotten in the way of my reflection, were the bandages that wrapped around the right side of my head, only leaving room for my eye. And also the bandages that went all the way down my arms.

"Sam," I said calmly, that seemed to surprise him, "What's under the bandages?" He looked away from me, "Sam. I need to know."

He looked back at me and said, "I um…accidentally lost control of myself, and I phased to close to you. There are three long scars that go down the right half of your face. And there are also scars that go down both of your arms. You cannot believe how sorry I am…Emily…I'm so…I'm just so…so sorry. It's all my fault."

"C-can I take them off?" I asked, wanting to see what was so horrible about them for myself.

Instead of Sam's beautiful voice, it was Harry's that said, "No, I'm afraid you can't. The doctors want to keep them on, to make sure the bleeding has stopped." He looked at me sadly, "I-I'm sorry Em…"

"Emily, you cannot believe how sorry I am, please, It was so wrong of me to take you out alone, by myself…I should have controlled myself…it was a mistake, if you never forgive me, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Sam! Stop it! Please! It's okay, you got upset, don't worry about it." It's not like you should get worried over me. I added silently.

"Em…I'm so so—"

"Oh my god! Emily! Sam! Are you all right? What happened?" Leah stopped mid-sentence, and for a second, I was scared that she had seen Sam's hand on my cheek and the look he had given me. "Is your face okay?" she asked.

I smiled, wincing as something—the scar—pulled the right side of my mouth. "I don't really know, they won't let me take off the bandages, or see anything." I glared jokingly at Harry as I said this, and he chuckled.

She finally noticed the fact that Sam was there, "Hey, Sam," she said casually, "Um, why are you here?"

I thought he would tell her about how he had changed into that big black wolf while talking to me. Leah must know about that. It was clear Harry did. "I was with Harry when they found her, and I figured I'd just tag along. They needed someone to help carry Emily." The lie seemed practiced, as if he had rehearsed it or something. I started to ask why he was lying when Harry 'accidentally' bumped into me, "Oh! Oops, sorry Emily," I said it was okay, and went back to listening to Leah, she could talk for hours about some things.

"They won't let you see the stitches?" asked Leah, "I'm going to go talk to the doctor." She left my small room for a minute, enough time for me to glance safely over at Sam. He was looking at me too.

"Why did y—"

"I'm sorry Miss. Clearwater, but really, there is nothing I can do until it is time to put on new bandages. Emily needs to keep them on until we are sure there is no more bleeding," said a sweet, melodic voice. A man, I assumed he was the doctor, walked into the room.

His appearance contrasted greatly with the dark-haired and skinned Native Americans in the room. He had frighteningly pale skin and pale blond hair. He seemed more like he should be working on a runway, instead of a hospital. Oh yeah, and his eyes were the most unnatural thing about him. They were golden.

I heard Sam's low growl as he stood up—blocking my view—to face the golden-eyed man. "Cullen," he hissed.

"Uley," the man said, nodding politely.

I could just make out what Sam said next, it was barely a whisper, "Don't you dare hurt her."

A/N: I'm so excited that I finally have time to write! Thank you to whoever invented Winter Vacation! Oh, and Carlisle is there because for some reason, Emily's condition was so bad that they had to go to Forks's hospital…yeah…I just thought adding a vampire into it would be interesting too. Happy Holidays! (and in my case birthday!)