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Then James fired the gun. I squeezed my eyes shut in absolute horror. James couldn't have killed Ed! Ed seemed like a genuinely nice guy in the wrong situation! I also knew what was coming to me, what James would do to me and I was beyond terrified. It was different when I thought Ed was going to do it, because I knew that he never would. I knew for sure that James would actually take it that far. He would actually get the job done. He was evil enough to do something like that to a woman. To take away a part of her. It was sick.

So I sat there huddled. I peeled my eyes open carefully not remembering the gun shot. I looked towards Ed and James apprehensively.

To my utter surprise Ed was totally fine. James was still standing above him though. I was positive that I saw James squeeze the trigger. What the hell happened?

"Oh well. Looks like I'm out of bullets Ed. Don't worry though, I'll be back for you." then James turned to me, "And I'll definitely be back for you. I'm not done with you yet."

With that, James stepped away from Ed and turned towards the truck to get his money bags. I crawled away from him, my shoulder burning the whole way. James smiled in a sick way at me.

Ed rolled off his back and grabbed James' ankle tripping him. Ed crawled on top of him and punched him in the face numerous times. James' face was bloody now, as was Ed's hands.

Ed seemed to have beat James into unconsciousness. Ed got off him wiping his knuckles on his sweater.

Ed then turned towards me, "Your shoulder." He said softly.

I looked down at it. I already knew it was bleeding, I didn't think this much though.

Ed turned around, pulling his mask over his face and taking his scarf off. The night cooled down considerably, so the stuffy mask wouldn't bother him too much. He knelt down beside me and pressed the scarf to my shoulder wound. The scarf was an emerald green, the same colour as his eyes.

I heard more sirens, closer this time. "You'll be alright?" Ed asked me.

I nodded my head silently. He bent his head down and kissed my forehead. He stood up and turned towards where James was; only he wasn't there any longer. I stared around nervously. We couldn't see him anywhere! "Damn. He must've gotten up when I was talking to you." He mumbled to me.

We heard more sirens, "You'll be okay here right, until the police arrive?" Ed asked.

I nodded my head silently again. I was sure that my eyes were as wide as saucers though. "Good."

Ed pulled the door of the van open and grabbed the four remaining money bags. "Don't worry, James won't get to you." And then he ran off into the darkness, much like his other two partners.

What he said about James not getting to me, when he said it, I actually believed it, and I felt safe, I honestly did. I mean, Ed has done so much already to keep me safe, why would he stop now?

I could feel my heart breaking as he disappeared into the night. I don't know why, but I grew so attached to him. My chest ached at the thought of never seeing his beautiful emerald eyes again. He really did have nice eyes. I also couldn't help myself from wondering what he looked like. What colour was his hair? Did he have dimples? I just wanted to see Ed; what he looked like.

I don't know how long I sat there crying from the pain of the bullet hitting my shoulder, but mostly from the feeling of total loss. It was completely irrational, which spurred on the crying. I didn't know why I was crying, I didn't know why I was so attached to Ed, a common criminal. I was so confused, frustrated and hurt.

I just sat, curled up in a ball, huddled against the car. I knew that there were two bodies near me and I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't look at them. It made everything all too real.

Eventually I heard sirens. They were so loud that I knew they had found me. I was so relieved. I didn't know how long I could sit there without becoming insane with grief. I needed the bodies to be taken away from me. I couldn't stand to look at more death.

"Bella!" Jacob shouted rushing to my side. He knelt down beside me, "Are you hurt? God, you're bleeding." He turned towards someone behind him and shouted, "Get an ambulance!" He turned back to me and said, "Bella, can you look at me?"

I just shook my head into my knees. I didn't dare look up though, for a chance of seeing the other two women. "Why not. Come on Bells. Look at me."

"I can't." I said.

"What's wrong?" He pleaded with me.

"I can't see the bodies. I just can't Jacob. I can't look at them!" I wailed.

Jacob put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me to him. "You don't have to. I'll carry you back to my cruiser."

I nodded weakly. I felt Jacob lift me into his arms. I still kept my eyes closed.

I just couldn't get the image of all the people that died today out of my head. I've seen people die in movies and stuff before, but nothing prepares you for seeing it in real life. There's so much blood and you can just smell the death, even when you're outside. You yourself, feel as if you were drained of life, just watching the life be sucked out of another. I don't understand how someone could kill. I really don't. My humanity just sees it as completely sick and I'm trying to push it from my mind. It isn't working.

"Jacob, my shoulder hurts." I whimpered.

"I know baby! The ambulance will be here soon. They'll take care of you. They'll make it stop." Jacob soothed me.

I could feel myself getting faint. Is this what dying feels like?

I could hear muffled voices and Jacob's body vibrate as he spoke to someone. He began handing me to someone else. I clutched at his shirt, "Don't let them take me again Jake!"

Jake pressed his lips to my temple, "Don't worry, it's just the paramedics. They're going to make your shoulder stop hurting. They're going to fix you."

I nodded and let Jacob hand me over to them. My eyes were still closed. I was too afraid of what I would see if I were to open them.

I felt myself being placed on a stretcher. The paramedics were working quickly. I lost too much blood; that much I knew from the frantic way they were working.

I was lifted into the ambulance and the sirens went on before we sped off down the road. That's my last coherent thought, before I sank into an even deeper darkness than my eyes can shield from light.

I was roused from unconsciousness by an annoying beeping sound. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was having trouble. I fought though. I needed to open my eyes. I needed to know where I was. I was getting a headache from trying to open my eyes, but it paid off. Light tore through my eye lids. Why the hell did they have the lights on so bright, and right above my head too? I never knew why the person building the hospital would put the lights right above a patients bed. Obviously it wasn't pleasant for the person that woke up to the stupid lights.

I took in my surroundings. I noticed Jacob asleep on a chair. My father and his father were beside him. My father, Charlie, had his own chair, but Billy was asleep in his wheelchair. I hadn't seen Billy in ages. Tears sprang to my eyes. "Daddy?" I croaked out. I never called him daddy.

Everyone's eyes sprang open. "Bells!" My dad shouted, leaping out of his chair and to my side. I've never seen a grown man leap before.

He grasped my hand tightly, "Daddy, what's going on?" I asked slightly confused.

Jacob coughed slightly, "Think Bella. I know you remember."

I thought for a minute, another headache coming on, but I did remember. I remembered Ed. I remembered George. I remembered the two women. I remembered their husbands. I also remember Laurent. I most definitely remembered James. Tears sprang to my eyes at the overwhelming feeling that overtook me.

"It's alright Bella. You're safe now." Dad assured me, gripping my hand in one of his.

"Did you catch them?" I asked.

Jacob shook his head, "We're working on it though. We've got a few leads."

I sat there for a minute, until I suddenly remembered my belongings. "Jacob, where is my sweater? And my picture? And my scarf?" I shrieked out that last bit. I don't know why, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing the scarf. It was the last part of Ed that I had except, of course for my memories.

"Don't worry Bella. I made sure that your belongings were taken care of. I've got them." Dad said.

I relaxed then. Everything was taken care of. Wait, no it wasn't, "How long have I been asleep for?" I asked.

Jacob answered for me, "Three days."

"Could you do something for me?" I asked.

Jacob nodded, "Anything."

"Could you find out when George's funeral is? He was the old man in the bank with me. He was the first to be killed." Tears came to my eyes at the talk of George.

"Of course Bella." Jacob said reverently, exiting the room.

A little while later, an officer came in to interview me. His name was Emmett Cullen. He asked me the basic questions. I had to recount everything that I could remember that happened in the bank. After I told the story, Emmett told me that he would have to visit me again in a few days to see if I missed or forgot anything.

Emmett seemed really angry about this whole situation. I thought he was mad at me at first so I asked, "What's wrong? Are you mad?"

"Yes I'm mad!" I shrank back away from him. His large size and booming voice were slightly scary.

"But not at you." He amended quickly, "It's just, my girlfriend, Rosie's uncle George was killed in this stupid bank robbery. She's been torn up about it. I want to find these guys and put them in jail for causing Rosie so much pain."

"You're girlfriend is George's niece?" I asked incredulously. Small world.

So after I told Emmett that George wanted me to meet his niece, Emmett told me the date and time of the funeral. It was 6 days from now. I promised I would be there. It turns out, George was the only living family that Rose had left. It was sad for her, and of course I felt loads of guilt. He died for me!

After Emmett left, my doctor, Carlisle Cullen, Emmett's father entered the room to do a routine check up on me. He said that everything was going fine with me and I would have to come back in a few weeks to get the stitches removed. I had to have a blood transfusion to replace all the lost blood. Other than that, I was completely fine.

I was told that I was allowed to leave the next day if everything went according to plan.

I was thankful to be able to go home. I always hated hospitals and I think that everyone knew that, even Carlisle, though he wasn't offended. He could understand my aversion to it. Most people disliked the hospital anyways.

I liked Carlisle a lot. He was a nice man, though he had a sadness about him.

Carlisle told me that he knew what I was going through. He didn't elaborate on that though and I didn't want to push him. Eventually I would find out what happened though.

There it is! Weren't you so scared in the beginning because you thought Ed died! I could never kill Ed after he helped Bella. So you found out who George's niece is! Rosalie! Can anyone guess why Carlisle is so sad? Tell me what you think in your reviews.

So the next chapter will have George's funeral in it sadly *tear*. I really did like George. Anyways, thanks for reading!

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~greeneyes-99 (Nat)