Author's Note: I'm hearing voices again! Here's what they have told me:

"Edward, you can't stay under my bed forever."

"I have nowhere else to go. You are my life now."

-({})-

"Dr. Banner, how do I get put into solitary confinement?"

"That's a strange question, Isabella."

"Really? Certainly it's not the strangest question you've gotten today."

Dr. Banner sighed deeply and put his notepad down. "Who are you avoiding?"

"Edward Cullen."

"The vampire."

"Look, I really don't care that he's a vampire. Dude is obsessed with me and until I can figure out how to get away from him I won't have a moment of peace."

"He's stalking you?"

"Somehow he gets by the White Coats and hides under my bed." Hmm, that did sound sort of crazy.

"How do you suspect he's eluding hospital staff?"

"He's stealthy like a ninja."

"So you believe he's a ninja?"

"No!" I was getting frustrated. "Can't a crazy person make a simile without being accused of having a delusion?"

Having no other option I could think of, I burst into tears. Male doctors hated this even more than pansy-assed vampires did.

"You seem distraught today," he mused.

"Well, thank-you Dr. Obvious. Care to make any further astute observations?"

He looked at me flatly and said, "I think you may do well on Effexor. We'll have to wean you off the haloperidol, though."

"Sure, sure. That sounds fine. Now how about solitary? Also, I demand constant surveillance because I'm a threat to myself and others," I blubbered.

"Isabella, I understand that you feel unsafe. It's only natural considering the traumatic events you've suffered. Do you really believe that indulging your delusions of persecution will be helpful?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

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"Billy, I need to speak with Jacob," I demanded after the fifth ring.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Bella."

"Please, Billy. It's really important. Could you please tell him I'm on the phone?"

He took a laboured breath. "Haven't you done enough to my boy? The kid hasn't left his bed for over two weeks."

Now my breath caught. "Is he ill?"

"Your mind is unwell, Isabella. Sometimes, this kind of sickness can spread from person to person like a virus."

"You can't catch 'crazy'."

"I'll tell him you called."

The line went dead.

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"Carlisle," I hissed into my cell, "You need to speak with Edward because I think he's gone loony-toons. He's been under my bed for like a week now and he's covered in dust. So, yeah...he kind of smells too. Anyways, a little help would be just peachy. Oh, this is Bella, by the way."

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"Hey, crazy girl," boomed an obnoxious voice.

"Hi Emmett. Why do I have your cell number?"

"Same reason all chicks do."

"Um, because I crave vampire cock?"

"Shit, Bells. You really have gone rat-house psycho."

"Yeppers. Look I left a message for Carlisle but thought I'd try you too. Can you come get Edward? He's really starting to freak me out."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well, he's currently taken up residence under my bed. Um, he follows me around proposing marriage and either he wants to drink my blood or eat my pussy. His ramblings are becoming indecipherable."

"Shit, that sucks."

"Yeah, totally."

"Alright, I'll gather the usual suspects and drag his ass out of there."

"Hey, Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do I have your cell number?"

"Because you're warm for my form."

"Sigh. Where have all the real vampires gone?"

-({})-

Ring, Ring, Ring!

"Hello?"

Muffled voice.

"Hello?"

"Blaaah?"

"Edward, is that you?"

"Yes-" Static.

"Are you seriously calling me from under the bed?"

-({})-

Ring, Ring, Ring!

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Shit, seriously? Could you get the fuck out from under my bed and promptly go to Hell!"

"I'm not under your bed."

"Jacob!"

Sobbing.

"Please don't cry, Jake. I really need you."

"Wha- what can I do?"

"I'm thinking jail break."

"No, Bella. I won't do it. I almost killed you."

"Please, Jacob. I need to talk to you."

"So talk."

"In person. Please, Jacob?"

"Bells...you need to stay in the hospital."

"No. I need to be with you."

"I- I- can't."

"Please?"

"No."

"Alright, Jake. I understand."

"Bells...I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Jake."

"I can't bust you out, though."

"I know. It's okay, really."

"I just...it won't help you get better."

"I understand."

"And...I could hurt you."

"It's fine, really."

"Bella?"

"Yes, Jake?"

"Wait for me outside. I'll be there in twenty minutes."