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Crushed

BPOV

Edward had my face crushed into his neck, not allowing me to turn and look at the horrific sight behind us. I shivered violently in his arms, breathing deeply against his neck. My fingers were buried deeply in his bronze hair and I could hear his heartbeat through his shirt. My stomach lurched with the familiarity of it. His scent was as I had dreamt; his arms crushing me into his body were the same as they had been only last night as I slept.

Oh Christ. It was true. It had been him all along. The past three months I had been dreaming about Edward bloody Cullen. I managed to pull away from his divine smelling neck and made myself look at his face properly. For the past week I had refused steadfastly to look him in the eyes, convinced that I would see nothing but the revulsion that was obvious on his first day. His emerald eyes locked onto mine and it was confirmed. The fierce, proud eyes were the eyes in my dream, his hands cupped my face and his eyes searched mine for a sign that I was ok, that I wasn't hurt. His brow was furrowed with worry, not revulsion. My vision went dark and my body went limp. The last thing I remember thinking was Fuck.

EPOV

She was trembling in my arms, I had dreamt this for the past three months and now she was in my arms and I was crushing her against my body, reciting the periodic table desperately before my arousal could become more obvious than my increased heart beat and ragged breathing. Her warm breath on my neck was driving me crazy. Dark hair pooled around my nose and I smelled nothing but that bloody strawberry scent. I felt her pull her face away from my neck and I cupped my hands around her cheeks, keeping her from moving too much, I wasn't ready for her to pull away yet.

Her soulful brown eyes locked onto mine and she stiffened in my arms. I searched her eyes with my own for a sign that she was hurt, but there was nothing but that look of shock slashed across her face. Suddenly she went limp, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Fuck." She breathed out and then nothing.

"Bella?" I shouted, rolling her onto her back and crouching over her. My desperate cries of her name were joined by those of Jasper and Alice, closely followed by Emmett shouting my own name.

Jasper skidded to a stop beside me, falling to his knees and immediately checking Bella's pulse. Something that I should have done. Dammit. I lost all of my faculties when I was around this girl. Alice screamed into her phone for an ambulance, for anyone, to come and help, her eyes dancing from Bella lying unconscious on the ground to the van still on top of the body of the blonde.

"Lauren." She said softly and looked back at Bella. "It could have been Bella. Oh, Jasper, it could have been Bella!" Jasper stood up and took her in his arms as she sobbed softly against his shirt.

"Edward, are you ok?" I was aware of Emmett asking me over and over again, until I finally answered.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." I brushed his hand off my shoulder and took Bella's warm hand in mine. The sirens were already approaching, not fast enough. "Come on. Come on." I willed them to hurry. Emmett pulled on my shoulder.

"Come on man, they are here." Hands shoved me away from the warmth of Bella, making me land on my ass as they asked Emmett her name and shouted it repeatedly until finally her eyelids fluttered and those beautiful brown eyes winced against the daylight.

Without waiting a moment they had her on a stretcher and rolled her towards the ambulance. Mike Newton appeared out of nowhere and took her dangling hand in his.

"Bella. Oh, Bella. Are you ok?" I wanted to rip out his throat for touching her when she couldn't fight him off.

"Fuck off Newton." Hissed Jasper as he strode beside them. Newton made to push Jasper and I growled but before I could do anything Emmett had his hands in Newton's collar and had thrown him backwards, away from the prone body of Bella.

"Back off man. Don't make me beat your ass down." Newton looked at us all with disgust and walked off towards Jessica, who was still on the ground whimpering, tears streaking her face, searching wildly for someone to offer her comfort. Her gaze stopped on me and I ignored her, pulling Alice towards my car.

"Jasper, you go with her, I'll bring Alice." He nodded shortly and jumped into the back of the ambulance, disappearing behind the closing doors.

BPOV

Someone was holding my hand. That was the only thing I was aware of as they pushed me towards the ambulance. I know someone asked me a question and there were raised voices and the sounds of a scuffle, but I couldn't react, I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were erratic, veering wildly between Edward throwing me to the ground in what could only be described as the sexiest thing I had ever been involved in outside my dreams and the image of Lauren, lying unmoving beneath the wheels of Tyler's van. Poor Tyler. Poor Lauren. At least Jessica had managed to get out of the way.

"Bells?" I could hear someone softly talking to me. "Bells? Did you hit your head?"

"Nmmmmhmmnn." Was all that I could manage. Jasper's face hovered over mine when I opened my eyes. It was his warm hand cradling mine. His face was tight with worry and he stroked the matted hair away from my forehead.

"Did you hit your head?" He asked again.

"No." I whispered with effort. "Edward might have. I landed on top of him." I could feel my face flame with the memory of being on top of Cullen. Jasper eyed the blush creeping through my face with something akin to amusement, though it did not erase his worry.

"Did Lauren die? How are Jessica and Tyler? Is Edward ok?" The questions rushed out of me.

"The paramedics are helping them all, Bells, don't worry about them."

"But, if Edward hit his head then...." I trailed off and fell back into the enveloping darkness, unable to finish my sentence.

EPOV

Emmett clutched the side of the door as I pushed the Volvo to its limits, desperate to get to the hospital. Desperate to make Carlisle help Bella. Alice had her phone clutched to her head, trying to reach Bella's father as I tore through the roads of Forks.

"Your hands are bleeding." Said Emmett, staring at my hands.

"It doesn't matter. Are you ok?" I asked him after I realised I hadn't even bothered to make sure he was.

"Yeah, I'm fine, my heart stopped for a minute when I saw you and Bella on the ground, but other than that I'm fine." I threw him a sincere smile, grateful for his worry. "Besides," he continued softly, "Who would you dream about if we lost her?" He snorted at his joke and I looked in the rear view mirror to see Alice look at us both with bewilderment.

"Alice? Are you alright?" I asked, worried that she was going into shock.

"Yeah. I just want to get to Bella."

"Don't we all short stuff, don't we all." Replied Emmett.

A/N: I know this is a short chapter...they will get longer, I promise....It might take me a few chapters to get there though.

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