A/N: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, the story is mine.

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Thanks so much to my wonderful Beta Ashlie Christine.

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Chapter Ten: The Accident

Despite what Jacob had told her, Rosalie was there, standing in front of the Cullen's mansion just a couple hours before she had to head to Milan.

"Rose, darling, it's so nice to see you!" Esme greeted her, gentle and smiley as ever, once she opened the door. After the chat they had had about Isabella it seemed like they had become very good friends. Esme had told her about Isabella's previous life, how she used to be in high school, and how much Esme cared about her.

"Esme, I would like to ask you something, it's kind of important." After Rose's words, Esme put her guard up. Even tho she really liked the girl, she felt like there was something behind all that, something that not even Rosalie could manage and it might actually hurt her kids.

"I'm all ears." Esme said.

"I'd like to ask you a big favor." Rose started, "I want you to keep Edward away from Isabella and to not tell him her whereabouts." Esme looked at her amazed.

"I don't understand why you're asking me this." Like Rosalie had to before, she would have to explain everything to Esme, or at least all of what she already knew.

"In the past few days Edward has been trying to reach Isabella, which is impossible in first place, and I had to threaten him with a restraining order. Still, I'm afraid he won't step back and that's why I'm asking for your help."

"Rosalie!" Esme gasp with the impression, "Why do you want to keep Edward away from Bella? I told you before, they were very close. Isabella used to spend all her time in this house. I even got to thinking that they would end up together, this just doesn't make any sense." Rosalie cut her out.

"I'll tell you why. Your son ruined Isabella's life. He hurt her and humiliated her. He's the reason why she never comes to see her parents, and now he's trying to do it all over again!"

Esme couldn't believe her ears. Was that young girl deluded? She was completely out of her mind. Edward was the sweetest, gentlest and most caring young man she knew. He always kept an eye on his brothers, he sent flowers every time he couldn't come to visit her, and he still played golf in his father's study. He was the same kid she and her husband had raised, therefore, how come he could have ruined his dearest girlfriend's life?

"This is nonsense, Rosalie." Esme affirmed, "I know my son and he would never do something like that. He cared about Isabella. He would never do something to hurt her."

The surprise in Esme's voice and her obvious negative response to her words confirmed what she doubted to believe, and Jacob was right again. Damn it. Esme would protect her son and she wasn't gonna help her. Damn it twice.

"I'm sorry if I caused you any pain by unmasking your son. I won't be bothering you any longer, Mrs. Cullen." Rosalie stood up from the couch where she had been sitting for the past half-hour and left the Cullen's residence without even hearing Esme's next words. Rosalie had no idea what to do, she was lost.

She jumped into the rented car and drove back downtown where an airplane was ready to fly her out back to Seattle. She couldn't do anything else, in her silly attempt to protect her best friend—her sister for five years— she had screwed everything up even more. She had called old ghosts and got involved people that had nothing to do with it. She could only hope for everything to end up good.

Rosalie was so into her thoughts of guilt and concern that she didn't notice the truck carrying wood driving towards her. She had mislead the way and now the strike was inevitable. She either strikes her car against the truck or against the woods that surrounded the path. And she chose what was the best for her. She firmly took the wheel and turned it to the left, and she was unconscious the moment her car hit the trees.

The traffic in Forks was one of the most peaceful things on earth according to Emmett Cullen. There were so few people in town that you could rarely get stuck into a traffic jam. There were never horns honking, nor car accidents, but that day something was different. There were at least five cars lining up and causing a little jam in the highway, and that was pretty odd for him.
Taken by curiosity rather than by annoyance, Emmett jump out his car in order to figure out what in the world had happened, and if he could give a hand in any case. The police was there and an ambulance was arriving in that moment.

He had made his way through the people to get to the officer and ask him to clear the place up so he could continue his way, but then when a blonde hair, and a face like an angel, caught his eye; it was spotted with blood and the people from the ambulance were trying to get her out from the smashed car. He felt his heart stopped for a minute.

Emmett had never knew what fear was like. He never was afraid of facing a new challenge, a new business, or his mother. He used to be the toughest kid in his neighborhood. He always took care of Jasper when they used to go camping, he tried every trick on his skateboard no matter how risky it was, he succeeded every tryout from his fraternity, he never was afraid of facing the city and living alone when he was only twenty.

His size, his strength, his attitude, his charm, his family, his money, all together with the confidence in himself was the perfect combination for a perfect life, to not be afraid of anything and anyone. But there he was, in front of a crushed car staring at that bleeding girl and he felt like dying. The blood in his veins froze and his heart stopped, his face went white pale almost like the girl's.
For the first time in twenty six years, Emmett Cullen was afraid.
Without even thinking twice, he rushed to her the moment she was being taken in on the stretcher.

"Rosalie, hey girl, come on. Talk to me!" The big knot in his throat was getting bigger and bigger every time. Her hands were cold and her face was covered with blood, all coming out of her head.

"Sir we gotta take this woman before she passes!" The EMT said.

"Let me come with her!" Emmett begged, with an insecure voice.

"Are you a relative?" the man asked, Emmett's brain started to run a mile per hour.

He couldn't say he was just her friend; they wouldn't let him go with her or ask anything. He couldn't say he was her brother neither; he was dying to kiss her ever since he had met her and even more now.

"I'm her husband." He finally said. The EMT nodded and they allowed him to go with them.

During the entire way he didn't let go of her hand, despite the paramedics working on the inert body, he wouldn't let go. According to what he was listening to, and the few things he could remember from his short time in med school, her vitals were very low ans she had lost a considerable amount of blood. She had several fractures all over her body, and she even had a contusion. This was serious.

"Everything's gonna be okay, everything. You're gonna be okay." He kept saying like a mantra. The paramedics had seen this kind of scene plenty of times. Although in this occasion, there was something in the way and he was holding her hand. The way he looked at her made them feel pity for him. He seemed more like a lost child rather than the six foot two man he was.

They arrived as fast as they could to Forks' hospital, and at the moment they entered the emergency's room, someone pulled him away who knew exactly who he was. He knew Grace, the chief nurse for the emergency area. Implacable woman and plus she had known him for years; there was no way to fool her. He couldn't do anything but stay out in the waiting room. He thought quickly and ran through the halls in the hospital, avoiding people and ignoring all the shouts that were telling him to stop. He must find his father. He was the only one that could help him. For the first time he damned his stubbornness in dropping med school for a different career in which he could earn a lot bunch of money. He could have done something, but he had chosen differently, and here he was, running desperately through the hospital halls in search for his father.

"Dad!" he said reaching his dad's office chocking.

"Son, what's going on?" Carlisle Cullen had never seen his son this upset in his life, that wasn't him.

"Please save her, save her, dad!" He said frantically without alowing his to his father to interject. He wanted him to save who? And save her from what?

"Emergencies go, quick!" Were his last words before breaking down in tears. His old man didn't need anything else; he made sure his son had nothing apart from a panic attack that would pass in any minute and ran to the emergencies' room.
He recognized the girl immediately. She was Rosalie Hale, Isabella Swan's friend and the only person recently admitted into emergency. He after confirmed, thanks to Grace, that his son had arrived with the girl.
After checking the diagnosis and checking her for himself, he ordered how to proceed.

"Prepare for surgery," he said, "Don't worry son, I'll save her." He thought.

The Milan airport was total chaos. People were coming and going everywhere. Isabella hadn't felt that ilost since the first time she had arrived to New York when she was only eighteen years old, all alone and without knowing what to do.
Where the hell was Rosalie? She was supposed to be there by then, that was what the little note Rose had left in her apartment said. She had left hours ago for what she could tell but still Rosalie wasn't there. She had assured her she would meet her there.

Her phone rang and she begged it was her, but it was Alec instead. Since their last dinner together, their relationship had moved forward without her even noticing but he had asked for a chance and showed her he really cared and she just had accepted, that was all.

"Hey, Alec" she answered.

"Hey, gorgeous, how was your flight?" he asked cheerful and flirting, making her feel a little better.

"Rose is not here, Jacob has a photo shoot and he won't be here until the day after tomorrow and I'm all by myself in the airport. Alec, I don't know what to do, Rose is who takes care of everything with the executives and the sponsors. I don't even know what their names are, and I'm desperate!" she ended. Alec immediately noticed how upset and nervous she was.

"Isa baby, calm down, take a deep breath." he said. Isabella did as he said, even when she didn't like it at all of him calling her that way. "Now tell me, have you called her?"

"Like twenty times and still no response" the young brunette was feeling more and more anxious.

"Alright, you know what, I'm coming to Milan."

"What?" Isabella wasn't sure what he had just said.

"I know the producers and the executives; I know how to handle it and everything about the commercial shooting, I could help you if you want me, Isa baby."

"Alec…" Isabella couldn't believe her ears. Would you do that for me?"

"I would do that and more, Isa baby," He assured her. "take your luggage and I'll make a couple of calls, someone's gonna pick you up in a minute and take you to your hotel. I'll ask to reschedule the meeting until I'm there, don't worry, I'll take the first flight available to Milan"

"Alec," she gasped, "I don't know what to say! You're amazing!"

"I'll see you soon, gorgeous." He ended the call.

After finishing their call, Isabella did what he told her to and went to look for her luggage. Twenty minutes later a safe car was there waiting for her since not even Garret could with her on this occasion. She was just begging to arrive as soon as possible to her hotel but a question was still wondering in her mind.
Where the hell Rose was?