Disclaimer- Nothing, Nothing, Nothing. I don't even own Edward Cullen.

It was my copy of Emma that saved me. It was sitting underneath my phone, and I was able to tug on the book cover and drag my cell to me. "C'mon, c'mon…" I urged the phone to come. I was silently sobbing; there was so much pain in my crushed ankle. I couldn't scream, the last thing I wanted was one of my neighbors to come to my aid. They were all sleeping anyway, I couldn't wake them. I dialed Rosalie, knowing she would be over in a heartbeat. She only lived a few minutes away.

"Rose?"

"Bella? Hey, what's up?" Rosalie answered the phone in a flash. "I'm so glad you called. I was in the middle of doing a few things for Alice with Emmett, we went to start looking at this photographer who could take pictures of the wedding, but he never showed up…" she trailed off into a meaningless story.

"Rose," I interrupted her, "I need you to come pick me up from my house and drive me to the ER. I think I shattered my right ankle."

"WHAT? HOW?" I could hear the car swerve. "Bella, I'm like five minutes away. Don't black out or anything. Can you hold on?"

I tried to hold back my tears. "Yeah, I can. See you Rose. Bye, please come as soon as possible." I hung up, and started to cry. I cradled a pillow to my chest and sunk my face down into it. There was no way I was going to scream and cry like a child. As much as I wanted to, I had to remain composed and calm. Thankfully no one had heard my yelp as I had slipped earlier. I closed my eyes, and counted back from 300. 300, 299…

32, 31, 30… Rosalie and Emmett ran in. "BELLA! BELLA!"

"Over here," I whispered. Emmett and Rosalie carefully hoisted me up right. Emmett scooped me up into his arms. They drove me to the hospital, which was a little busy. I waited with them for about twenty minutes. Of course, I had to explain the entire story to them, about three times, before they were done asking questions about how I hurt myself. Then they started asking me, "Are you okay? Are you okay?" It was too much. We were called before this old lady who seemed to be in bright spirits, but had a huge gash on her forehead. I felt awful for her.

I went straight to take x-rays. It was after lying down for, oh, I don't even remember how long, that I heard the technicians whispering within themselves. I knew my ankle was broken, but I couldn't stay in this room any longer. I was wheeled out into another room, where a doctor would come and tell me the news. Rose waited with me, Emmett had already gone home. She had fallen asleep. I sat on the bed, waiting the rotten news. About half an hour later, I grumbled. The ER was always making people wait. Where was this doctor? I must have dozed off, because a little while later I heard a knock on the door. "May I come in?"

My eyes fluttered awake. "O-of course!"

In walked in the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He…was…stunning. I couldn't help but stare. He must have been twenty-something, and looked like a god. His bronze colored hair was messy, and adorable. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes; they were a dazzling shade of emerald. And oh boy, did Apollo ever look this good in a doctor's coat? I didn't think so. I looked down at myself. I hoped that I appeared to look some-what attractive. My blouse did look good with that skirt. However, it could not compare to this man standing in front of me.

"Bella Swan?" His voice was oh-so-sexy. He looked at me, and smiled.

"Oh that's me," I croaked. Gosh, why did I have to sound as if I was dead? "Yea, that's me." Didn't I realize how lame that sounded?

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cullen." Cullen… That was Alice's brother! "I'm here to tell you some bad news."

"I think I already know," I said. Why did he have to sound so attractive?

"Yes, it's quite obvious your ankle is broken." He smiled at me again. "It is really getting really late, and we still need to put you in a cast. Does your friend," he gestured towards Rosalie, "have a ride home? If she wants to, she can come back later and get you, or you can spend the night here, but I'm not sure you would enjoy spending your time in a quiet hospital."

"Oh, um, sure. Rose? Rose?" She awoke. "Hey, what do you want to do about this? I need to put a cast on my ankle…"

"Hi Edward! How are you?" Her answer surprised me.

He laughed. "Just fine thank you. Bella here seems to have smashed her ankle."

Rosalie jumped out of her chair. "Bella! Are you all right? Does it hurt? Will they put you in a cast?"

Edward Cullen smiled. "She's going to be fine."

"Rosalie, relax. I'm okay." Actually, I really wasn't. My ankle was hurting so much. But I didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Alice's brother.

"Bella, are you ready to get your cast on?" Edward looked at the time. "I'm sorry Rose, but Bella's ankle can only get worse. Are you coming?"

"Please Rose, come?" I managed a weak smile. Rosalie nodded. It took all of my control to not start crying.

"Shall we?" Edward's voice softly intervened.

The three of us walked down to another room. I was disappointed when Edward said he needed to leave. Rosalie and I talked about my ankle. After I had told her what had happened, she took the discussion into a different direction. "You know, if you weren't alone and found yourself a boyfriend you wouldn't have needed me to drive you to the ER…"

"Are you kidding me? We've been through this before. I don't have time to look for a boyfriend. I really need this promotion. I love my life the way it is. I'm young. I need to get settled in my adult life before I start looking for love."

Rosalie smiled. "Okay. But you know, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun once in your life. Okay?"

Thankfully, the technician walked into the room at that moment. I gave Rosalie a look, and turned my attention elsewhere. Before I knew it, my ankle was secure and I was free to go home.

The next day I found myself in the apartment moping around. Of course I couldn't go into work, so I had to work on everything from my house. I was going to be in a cast for eight weeks. Alice and Rosalie did their best to hang out with me with every second they could, but they had their own lives. Alice's wedding was happening in a month, and I couldn't be more excited. She was too busy planning her wedding to bother with anything else, and now she had my problems dumped on her. It wasn't fair. This Friday I was invited to a dinner at Jasper's family's house. It was a small get-together, with family and friends. It couldn't be more horrible, now I had to have people looking and staring at me for a whole evening, as if I was on display at the zoo, because of my clumsiness.

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