Eleventh Chapter.

"What's wrong with me?"

"We don't know- but we are going to figure out what it is."

"Bella?"

I turned towards the source of the new voice.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah, Bells, I was wondering how you were doing- I got a call from Charlie that you collapsed in here almost a day ago."

"A day ago?" It had been a day already? Wow- I must have slept for a long time.

"Yeah... what's wrong with your eyes?"

Oh, crap.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you are staring over into empty space- is there something wrong with your eyes?"

I sighed and tried to curl up, but Carlisle stretched me back out again.

"You might accidentally disconnect something," he explained. I rolled my now-useless eyes and nodded.

"Yeah," I said, trying to address Jake, but I didn't know where he was, so...

"There's something wrong with my eyes."

"Actually, the problem's in her brain," Alice said, "Her brain can't interpret the signals from her eyes."

Silence.

"Jake, are you still there?" I asked, blushing slightly that I had to ask that question.

"Yeah." Jake's voice sounded sad.

I sighed. "Can someone go tell Charlie? He'll freak out otherwise."

"Already done. We're going to run some tests to see what's wrong with your brain."

A snarl. Then, "Jacob, where are you going?" Edward was angry- I could hear that.

"If you can't just accept my thoughts, then I should go, bloodsucker." he practically spat the word at Edward- I could hear it.

"Please, don't fight," I pleaded, "You couldn't imagine how much harder it is when you can't see."

I felt the bed shift under Edward. "Sorry, Bella."

I shook my head. Why was he apologizing to me? He shouldn't even be here- he told me that he didn't want me anymore.

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked him, really curious now.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me, especially Alice's- I don't kow how I knew, but I did- as Edward shifted again; away from me.

"What?" I asked, wondering if he just didn't want to upset a blind woman- I felt tears start to leak at that thought.

Almost immediately, I felt Edward's arms wrapped around me. I started, but he just wrapped his arms around me even tighter, yet gently for a vampire.

"I apologized because I'm sorry," Edward said, "I shouldn't have ever left you- it obviously hurt you more than helped. And it was easily the worst time of my existence."

I felt tears leaking out of my useless eyes.

"Finally, you 're back for a while, and my eyes are useless so I can't see you," I said.

He laughed and said, "Why would I leave again if it was the worst time of my existence?"

I just buried my head in his cold, hard chest, inhaling the scent I had missed so much. I didn't believe him- I didn't believe anything that I couldn't see. Which meant everything now.

"I don't believe you." I stated, and felt him stiffen slightly.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't see your face as you say that, so I can't judge if you're lying or not."

He laughed again, a sort of disused sound- like he hadn't laughed in a while.

"Even if you could see my face, I'm pretty good at it- I've been practicing for a while now."

I laughed along with him now, relishing the happy, full moment while it lasted.

"Where's Jake and the rest?" I asked- all of a sudden, I got the feeling we were alone, because I didn't hear anything.

"How did you know they weren't here?" he asked.

"Because Alice at least would laugh along." I answered, and felt him move.

"I'm blind," I reminded him.

"Ah."

"That's better."

"I missed you, Bella." he said. I was slightly taken aback- I wasn't expecting it, since he walked out.

"I- I missed you too, Edward," I replied, my voice trembling a little."

"Okay, Bella, I need you to help me get you into a wheelchair to get an MRI." I heard Carlisle all of a sudden, and I jumped.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Edward let go of me, and helped me into the wheelchair. It was really frightening, moving without any visual guidance. But I trusted Edward, even though he left.

When I was in the wheelchair, and Carlisle was wheeling me to the MRI machine, I suddenly had a thought.

"Carlisle, what time is it?" I asked.

"About noon." he answered. "Why, are you hungry?"

"Not really, I just wanted to know.

Hmm. A dark noon.

All right, since you didn't vote at all, I'm going to pick a title- Dark Noon, because it fits- and it will keep on fitting, if the story doesn't take a weird turn, like stories sometimes do.

Stories speak more than most people listen. Listen to this chapter again, and it will reveal something about me.