Clumsy

As Told By Edward Cullen

"Please. You're not the least bit scary. Actually, you look pretty harmless. Sort of like a puppy, or a rabbit," I grinned at my beautiful Bella, wanting to see how she'd react to my challenge

"Them there are fightin' words," she replied in a really, really bad false southern voice, hopping to her feet on the bed. "I'm gonna have to take you out."

Before I could reply, or warn her not to do what she was about to, because air stunts and Bella do not click, she had leapt at me, knocking me over backwards onto the other bed. I felt the breath get knocked out of me, but it was the loud snap could be heard on our landing that really took my breath away.

Bella just lay on top of me, staring into my eyes for several seconds before her own began to fill with tears.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," she sat up, accidentally putting her weight on her injured wrist, causing her swear, "god damn mother fucker!"

I felt terrified, worried that she was really hurt, and carefully helped her into a sitting position.

"Let me see it," I said, reaching out for the injured limb that she was cradling close to her chest. She cringed away from me, and I shook my head at her. "Bella, I've learned a bit of general knowledge from Carlisle over the years… plus, I want to be a doctor, remember?" I gave her what I hoped was a soothing smile. "This will be good practice."

Bella sniffled, looking at me with large tear-filled brown eyes, before offering her wrist to me, looking for all the world like an adorable little girl. If it had been under different circumstances, the look probably would have made me melt. As it was, I was too worried about Bella for that at the moment.

I surveyed her wrist, careful not to touch it. It was already beginning to swell, and I could see the beginnings of a bruise.

"We need to get you to the hospital, Bella," I said. "This might be broken."

"I'm pretty sure it is," Bella sniffled. "I've broken my wrist before. I know what it feels like," she began to stand and I started to help her, which caused her to give a small laugh. "It's my wrist, not my legs, Edward. I can stand."

"Okay… should I get a taxi?" I didn't know if the bike would be a good idea.

"You've never broken many bones have you?" Bella asked, swiping some tears from her eyes. "I can ride the bike with you just fine. Once again, it's my wrist, not my leg, or even my arm. Let's go."

I got directions to the nearest hospital from the clerk at the front desk, and drove extremely carefully to the hospital, not wanting to hurt Bella anymore than she already was. We arrived at the ER and made our way inside.

"My friend broke her wrist. Can someone help her out?" I asked the nurse, holding Bella to my side with an arm around her waist. I told myself the contact was to comfort her, but I think I was taking the broken bone worse than Bella herself was. Her tears had long since dried up, and now she just winced when she moved the limb.

"You'll have to fill this out," the nurse handed me a clipboard. "The doctor will see you as soon as he can."

I took the clipboard and lead Bella to some chairs.

"Okay… so your name is Isabella Swan… what's your middle name?" I asked her.

"Marie," she replied, amused.

"Hm… that's pretty. Okay, Isabella Marie Swan. What's your Health number?"

"Edward, what are you doing?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"The nurse said that these had to be filled out," I pointed out, confused by the question. "So we're filling them out."

"I broke my left wrist, and I'm right handed. I can still fill that out, Edward," Bella replied. "Hand it here, I'll be quicker."

I reluctantly handed the clipboard over. I wanted to be the one to fill it out, but apparently Bella was stubbornly independent.

Damn if I didn't like that about her.

Then again, I liked most things about her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Hasn't your father ever told you about me?" Bella shot back. "We're pretty much best friends, Dr. Cullen and I. I think Charlie has the hospital on speed dial."

"Carlisle may have mentioned something about it," I admitted sheepishly, not willing to tell her the reason Carlisle had told me was because I always showed up at the hospital after she had been in to make sure that she was okay. My father definitely knew about my obsession with the Chief's daughter, even if he didn't comment on it.

"Then you know that I have a record of injuries that's longer than you are," she said pertly, then handed me back the clipboard. "Done."

I returned the board to the nurse, who then took Bella away to get the preliminary blood pressure readings. Bella wouldn't allow me to accompany her for that, but when she was taken to the doctor twenty minutes later, I refused to let her go alone.

"Miss Swan?" the doctor entered the room, and raised an eyebrow when he saw me. "And friend. I'm Dr. Eleazar White. It says here you believe your wrist is broken?"

"Yeah," Bella replied, and I looked at her in surprise. The girl who had sounded so confident up until now, now sounded like a petulant little girl. "I've had a few broken bones."

"May I?" the doctor had to grasp Bella's wrist on her own when she wouldn't willingly put it in his hand. I had to hide my grin. Carlisle hadn't mentioned that Bella didn't like doctors when I had quizzed him after her many injuries. "It's definitely broken, but I'd like to take some x-rays, just to see the extent of the damage."

Bella continued to pout all the way through the x-ray, only cheering up slightly when she saw that there was a variety of colors for the cast.

"Bright green," she said immediately upon being given a choice of color. When both Dr. White and I looked at her in amusement she made a face. "The white is boring. I've had way too many white casts over the years. That's the only color Forks has."

I snickered, but silenced it when Bella glared at me.

"Well, that's that done," Dr. White said, once he was done putting on the cast. "You'll have to wear that for at least four weeks, and keep it dry," he gave a small smile to me, and reached into his desk pulling something out. "And you can have this for being such a good patient," he held a red lollipop out to Bella, who glared at him. He shrugged and began to put it back, but Bella's hand darted out and she grabbed it form him.

"I deserve this," she informed me as she stood up. "Because I put up with your laughing while I was suffering and in pain."

That said, she spun on her heel, and stumbled into the door frame. When I snickered again, she gave me another glare, stuck her nose in the air, and stalked away.

"Interesting girl," Dr. White said.

"You have no idea," I smiled at him, and offered my hand. "Thank-you very

much doctor."

"Of course. Now go make sure your girl doesn't hurt herself any more."

We went our separate ways, and I thought longingly on his words.

My girl.

I wish that was true, because I would happily take her- pout and all.