Hello, I am Spartan Girl 350. I will be taking over this story. The first two paragraphs in this chapter were written by nikkielynn. The rest was written by me. I hope you enjoy…

The next morning Dr. Craig told me that Charlie had been contacted. Charlie wanted me to be flown to the forks hospital to be treated by a Dr. Cullen. But Dr. Craig said that it wasn't safe for me to be flying right now. Charlie was going to drive down with a moving van and pack up my things. Moms and Phil's things were either being packed up and put in storage or sold either online or in the yard sale that Charlie had set up. The money that was made was being put towards my medical bills.

I had a broken arm, a broken leg, 4 broken ribs and one of my lungs had collapsed and I had some fractures in my skull. I still had at least one week in this hospital left. Brenna had visited me a couple of times with Derrick, her new boyfriend.

That night, I was having trouble sleeping. The tubes in my nose to help with my breathing were making my nose dry. (AN, this is true. My Uncle is on oxygen and it causes uncomfortable dryness for him all the time). By the time I fell back asleep, it was three in the morning.

I woke up the next morning to the sun beaming into the room. I looked around the bright room, stopping when I noticed my father was sitting, asleep, in the chair beside me.

"Char-Dad?" I said, causing him to wake up. His eyes were blood shot, probably from crying.

"Bella, how are you?" he said nervously. I shook my head and said, "Well, I guess I have been better". Charlie nodded and took my hand.

He wasn't really good with emotions. And neither was I. So what was supposed to be a touching moment between father and daughter turned into a very awkward moment.

After a couple moments of awkward silence, Charlie decided to break the silence.

"Your hair seems longer then the last time I saw you," he said.

I grabbed my brown, curly hair and said in a dull tone, "I actually cut it".

"It's nice, Bells," he said awkwardly.

I frowned and looked down to the floor. Then' Charlie changed the subject in the most awkward way he could.

"So, I had your room painted".