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Edward's POV

Boom, boom, boom. I internally groaned. What was that? It was so loud and it was giving me a headache. I listened closely, it was my heartbeat. Why was it so loud? I tried opening my eyes but was assaulted with a bright light. I briefly wondered if this was how Darth Vader felt when he first started recuperating. That meant that I was hurt. The bright light was probably a hospital light, but why was I here? Then that day's events came and flooded my mind. Biology. Bella. Malaki. Blood. Sirens. I willed myself to open my eyes again. At first I saw nothing, but as my eyes adjusted, I looked around. I was in a hospital bed, with a window looking out towards the forest. There was a bundle balled up on a sofa.

"Hi sweetie, would you like more medication?" asked an elderly nurse. Her name was Roxanne, she worked with my dad. She always smelled like peppermint and smoke. My throat felt raw so I gave a small nod.

"Ok, I'll be right back with that," she said with a smile. The bundle on the sofa started to move. I saw big, brown eyes and tangled hair. She looked beautifully horrible. There was black make up running down her face, her eyes were red and puffy, her hair looked like a rat's nest, she was paler than usual, and she was in baggy sweats and a hoodie. She saw me and immediately ran over to me.

"B-b-bella?" I croaked out.

"Shhh, don't talk," she said in a gentler voice than I had ever heard from her, "Edward, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. My stupid ego got in the way and that's why you found me with Malaki. But I swear I didn't know that was your friend Malaki. I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you in all the ways that I have. I'm sure you must hate me, but Edward Anthony Masen, I'm in l-" In that moment, Roxanne walked in holding a filled IV bag.

"Your dad's getting your medicine but he told me to give you more fluids." It was quiet while she hooked me up with a new bag. She gave me a sweet smile and walked out. What was Bella about to say?

"Your dad is Carlisle?" she asked in disbelief. I gave her a nod. Everyone knew my dad; he was the best doctor in Washington. He was always at work so we were never very close. She closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again she said,

"Ok I'll fill you in before he gets here. You have a slight concussion, a broken nose, two broken ribs, and your wrist is sprained. You have bruises on most of your upper body and cuts everywhere. You have a huge gash going from your temple to your jaw. In the middle of the fight, Malaki pulled a knife on you. But you'll be fine," she said with tears running down her face, "You have to be." By the end, she was crying hard. I felt sick to say this but she was even more beautiful when she cried. I loved seeing her with her carefully constructed guard down, though I would never want her upset. I reached a hand out and stoked her hair, so soft. She looked up and gave me a watery smile which I returned. By the time my dad walked in, she had stopped crying and her tears were dry.

"Hey son, how are you doing?" my dad asked as her put his hand on my shoulder. My father and I were never great at showing our emotions. After talking to Bella, I felt a whole lot better.

"I'm doing all right. I'm really sore though." He nodded and injected the pain killers into my IV.

"Well Bella, it' nice to see you again, it's been a while." What was that? Must be the meds kicking in. I started to feel really good, like really good. Everything stopped hurting so much and I felt light.

"Bella!" I pretty much sang, "You look so good right now, like Darth Maul, but without the makeup." She started laughing really hard for no reason, but I started laughing too. And it felt so good.

Bella's POV

It was beautiful to see him laugh again, to really laugh. And it was cute to see him calling me a Star Wars character. But really, did I have to be an evil dude? The thought just made me laugh harder. Edward was so much fun when he was high on meds. He kept quoting movies and doing horrible Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions. When he finally came down, he crashed out. Watching him sleep was one of my favorite things. That sounds really stalkerish, but it's not like I would climb through his window every night. He slept like a little kid. His head was on his hands, he was curled in a ball, and his mouth was open a little bit. He snored a little too.

I knew I would have to tell Edward about why I was in detention every Saturday, it was inevitable now. I sighed; it would be the worst thing I would ever have to admit to. But for now and until he was mostly healed, it could wait. I just wanted to be with him, no games, no other people, no facades, just Edward.

It had been three weeks since the fight. I told the cops what happened between me, Edward, and Malaki that day. Malaki was banned from Forks High, sentenced to 85 hours of community service, and was sent to therapy for his emotional issues. Edward was sentenced 15 hours of community service because he started the fight. I stayed with Edward every night until he got out. He got released two weeks after the fight. I was with Edward all the time. I even went and helped with his community service.

It was a cold December afternoon. School was almost out for break and Edward and I were walking through the forest. The trees looked like something from a model, perfect with snow and icicles. I never really liked the snow, but with my hand in Edward's, I was pretty content. I didn't really know what we were. We didn't kiss or go on dates, but the physical boundaries of just friends were kind of blurred.

Edward was mostly healed; he only had a scar from the knife and a brace on his wrist. His ribs were almost perfect. The guilt was eating me alive, but what I had to tell Edward would ruin what we had. Selfishness was always warring with honesty.

"Remember when you fell asleep in Bio and got detention?" I asked. He laughed easily.

"Of course I do, it was the worst day of my life." I sighed and felt my resolve wavering.

"And remember when you asked why I was always in detention?" He nodded slowly.

Bella, you're making me nervous. Where is this going?" I steeled my nerves and sat him down on a fallen log. I looked into his impossibly green eyes and knew he deserved the truth, even though it would ruin everything.

"Edward, I have to tell you something."

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I want to thank everyone who reviewed my story. I write because I love to, but you're reviews make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (: Sorry for the cliffie at the end of this but what happens next will need its own chapter, dun, dun, dun.. I hope you all enjoyed it, so please review and let me know what you thought of it! What do you think happened to Bella, and why does she have to tell Edward?