I remember waking up though, and hearing many voices at once. There was shouting and one voice rose above all the other ones. I cracked my eyes open a bit and saw many worried faces coming into view.

"Bella?"

"Is anyone here a doctor?"

"Should I call 911?"

"Get some ice, please!"

"Is she alright?"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Then I saw the only face I wanted to see, Edward. He pushed his way through the small crowd, worry clearly etched on his face.

"Love?" he asked as he kneeled down next to me. He took my wrist and I felt him taking my pulse as he always did when I took a tumble…or worse. This may have been one of the worse times. As I became fully conscious, I could feel my head pounding and my leg screaming in pain. It felt like there was a fire ignited in my left calf. "Bella answer me, I need to know you can hear me" he said a bit louder, distracting me from the pain a bit.

"Yes, Edward, I'm alright…" I said, my voice trailing off when I saw the crowd I had gathered. If my face could have turned bright red then, it would have. But I was in too much pain to be embarrassed.

"Alright everyone back up, give her some space please" Edward said, his tone laced with a bit of annoyance. "Bella, I know you don't like all the commotion, so I'm going to take you home, alright?"

I did not object to that idea, so I nodded, or tried to in my disheveled state. My eyes were half open he picked me up gently. My head lolled back, surprisingly, and Edward shifted me in his arms to accommodate my weak state. The whole room began to clap as he carried me from the room and loud wishes of "feel better, Bella!" echoed around my head as Edward took me down the hall quickly. He opened the door to a small room with a single couch and piano. As he laid me onto the age old furniture, he looked me over once.

"Tell me if something hurts, Love" he said as he moved his hands up and down my legs and arms. As soon as he reached my left leg, I cried out in agony. His hands froze and he gently shifted my leg around so the back faced toward him. His sharp intake of breath told me that it wasn't good. I looked down and saw a red laceration, the size of the heel of a stiletto. It must have been deep because the blood that dripped from it made me so dizzy…My head spun and Edward quickly helped me lie down as he pulled something from his coat pocket. Gauze? I shook my head. I was hallucinating now.

"Gauze?" I asked though the haze of my mind.

"Yes, Bella. I had a feeling I might have needed it" he said wrapping my leg. "Let's get you to the hospital, all right sweetheart?" I groaned. He said that he would take me home, but I guess if it was this bad… He picked me up gently, minding my leg as he carried me to the car. Once we stepped outside, I realized I had forgotten my jacket with a violent shiver. Edward have me a worried glance and sped up his pace. We made it to the car in about thirty seconds, but I was still shaking from the cold. Edward just about threw the door shut as he jumped in and turned the heater up on high. He pulled from the parking lot and began to speed toward the hospital.

I realized my situation was not dire, and of course, Edward over reacted a bit. I have had a concussion before, but I'm sure that my leg hadn't ever come into contact with a stiletto like that. Sitting up a bit, I looked down at my leg, but it was worse than I expected. Blood was seeping through the gauze. I began to sway and Edward's gaze shot over to me.

"Bella?" he asked as I lowered myself to the seat once more.

"Blood" I whispered, not trusting my voice. He leaned over to inspect my leg, while driving of course. He managed to keep in his lane and then assured me that the wound would bleed a bit more than usual, seeing that it was deeper. He looked a bit angry, so I decided to just close my eyes and rest, and try to not throw up of course.

It was definitely a scene as Edward carried me into the hospital, almost jogging with a concerned look all over his face. My dress wasn't helping at all, it was either riding up too far, or in front of Edward's face as he ran. I decided when this was all over I would shred the dress without Angela knowing, I couldn't stand it. Edward passed the receptionist counter as he carried me through the doors. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but Edward's glorious appearance in the tux muted her and she dumbly watched him reach into the office and press the unlock button on the emergency room's double doors. We moved swiftly, but it was too fast for me. I began to feel sick and moaned.

"Love? I'm sorry, I'll slow down a bit" he offered, changing our pace to a gentle rocking one. Before I knew it, we were in Carlisle's office. I looked up at Edward. For a moment I saw confusion on his perfect face before it changed to frustration.

"Oh, he's in a surgery right now" said Edward a bit annoyed. "I can go get him though"

"Don't you dare. Whoever he is doing surgery on definitely needs him more than a stupid girl who fell and cut her leg" I grumbled, his bad mood wearing on me.

Of course, it felt a lot worse than a stupid girl who just cut her leg, my head pounded with ferocity, my vision had been a bit blurred since we reached the hospital, and every loud noise made me flinch in pain. He sighed and walked me over to the next room lying me on a hospital bed. He was gone for an instant, and then he returned with a white coat and a stethoscope. The sight made me smile. He waltzed in with a warm smile back and extended his hand towards me.

"Good evening Mrs. Swan, I am Dr. Cullen. I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well, but I'm sure I'll have you back to your old self in no time"

I giggled and responded with a mere thank you as he began to grab some supplies. I trusted him, he had graduated medical school with flying colors- twice. As he turned back towards me, my smile faded as I saw stitching material. I was white as a sheet in an instant.

"Edward do I have to?" I whispered, anxiously.

"I'm sorry, but yes, sweetheart" he said sadly, as he took my leg. He unwound the gauze and what came next I was not proud of. I reeled backwards at the sight and my head hit against the hard metal tray next to the bed. Though it wasn't a hard bump, the pain was excruciating.

"Bella? Oh God" Edward took my head in his hands and everything went dark and I slipped into blissful peace.

Someone was shaking me softly and calling my name.

"Bella. Bella wake up now."

I opened my eyes a peek, and saw Edward standing over me, worry and fear all over his face.

"Edward, what's w-"

"Shh don't speak" he shushed me, hovering over my head. "You hit your head three times today, and went unconscious twice. You have a fairly serious concussion and I finished treating your leg while you were…out" I tried to sit up to survey the damage, but Edward held me firmly, never letting my shoulders leave the bed. "I don't think so" he said, putting his cool hand over my forehead. You aren't going anywhere any time soon. You gave me quite the scare there, Love" he said seriously, smoothing my hair down on my head.

"Sorry" I whispered. Even talking seemed to increase the pain, so I closed my eyes. Edward must have seen the tightness in my brow and began gently massaging my temples. "Can I go home?" I almost whimpered. I opened my eyes to give Edward a pleading frown, hoping to convince him.

He sighed and removed his hands. "Yes, I suppose… Carlisle will come over to see you tonight…I spoke with him" he informed me, beginning to stroke my arm once more.

"Where is he?"

"Ah. There was a car accident on the highway earlier today, a few victims were in need of immediate surgery…" He thankfully refrained from the graphics for my benefit "and he couldn't get out of the theatre right away…"

"They needed him more, Edward, I'll be fine" I assured him with a half convincing smile.

He didn't buy it.