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I was more then a little relieved when the surgery was over and had ran smoothly without any complications. After the surgery was finished we hooked her up to an IV and gave her pain medicine and the police came and asked me for details on the injuries I had found on her. Apparently they were having a heck of a time finding out who she was, and where her parents were. The thought of someone hurting the little girl and leaving her for dead on the side of a highway made my blood boil.

I'd only tended to a couple other patients while the girl was in surgery, but never strayed far from her side. When it came time to fill out patient reports I took them to her room and sat with her while I wrote them out. When the little girl woke up I set down the paperwork I had been filling out and stood up. The girls eyes fluttered open nervously before shutting again.

"I know you're awake sweetie." I said, stifling my laughter at how adorable she was.

The girl opened her eyes, staring at me nervously.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her. Trying to appear unthreatening as I checked over her vitals.

She hesitated before answering.

"Hurts." She said softly, weakly gesturing to her chest.

She tried sitting up and I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Try not to move too much sweet heart." I didn't want her to cause herself more pain. Patients tended to feel discomfort after having a chest tube in place, I quickly shoved away the memory of her choking around the tube when they placed it in her throat for the surgery. Though she had been unconscious at the time I myself wouldn't be able to wipe the moment from my memory.

The girl looked very confused at this. Her eyes seemed to give the hospital room a once over. When she'd fully looked around the room her gaze flicked back to mine, her eyes wide.

"Where am I? I want my mommy and daddy!" She wailed, her confusion making her fear much worse. She tried harder to sit up and let out a painful sounding moan.

"Oh Angel," I said sadly. "You can't remember being brought into the hospital last night? Remember I talked to you?"

She hesitated-looking thoughtful but still a little teary eyed-slowly she nodded. Her eyes filled with more tears, but she furiously rubbed them away. I leaned forwards to comfort her and she flinched away from my touch.

"I was good, I did what Royce said. I was good, I swear." She whimpered.

I resisted the temptation to ask her more about what she was talking about and possibly find out what had happened to her, I knew the little girl was already on the verge of a break down.

"You don't have to think about that right now. How about we think about something else? I could go to the cafeteria and get you some yummy food to make you feel better? I'll get you whatever food you want." I hoped she would be able to keep food down, it was important she didn't stop eating, she couldn't afford to lose any pounds.

The girl shook her head, "I don't feel like eating."

I sighed, expecting her answer. I hoped she knew she could only bottle things up for so long.

"How about I put you on a wheelchair and you can come with me? That way you can at least see if there is anything you'd like to try." I tried to persuade her. I wasn't used to having to bribe someone into eating: Emmett, Jasper and Edward ate enough to feed a small army, and Alice loved food, but was still waiting to hit her growth spurt. I'd much rather have her get some rest, but it was very important that she ate.

She gave me a resigned look, and I took that as a yes. I used the call button and asked a nurse to bring a wheelchair to Rosalie's room- she looked relieved when I didn't leave her in the room by herself.

I gently lifted her into the chair when it came and her muscles were tense as I carefully set her down. I was careful not to jostle her and she didn't complain at all so I was confident I hadn't hurt her and the pain medication we'd given her earlier hadn't worn off.

I talked idly while we walked. I told her about the different rooms we passed, what different people's jobs were at the hospital, pretty much anything to help keep her relaxed. Eddy, our therapy dog walked by with a therapist a couple minutes later. The girls eyes brightened and she looked at the golden retriever curiously.

"Hello Carlisle, how's the family?" Melanie (the head therapist at our hospital) asked kindly.

"They're really good. I was just taking this little lady down to the cafeteria for some food." I said, giving Melanie a pointed look.

"Rosalie. My name...its Rosalie." The little girl said, her voice barely above a whisper. She nervously tugged on a piece of her hair.

I beamed, happy she'd said something on her own accord. Rosalie...what a pretty name.

"Well it's really nice to meet you Rosalie. Would you like to pet Eddy, he loves meeting new people." Melanie said, bending down to Rosalie's height, the little girl nodded timidly.

Eddy wagged his tail as Rosalie gently ran her hand over his head.

"I think he likes you, he can come visit you in your room later on if you want."

Rosalie's nod was much more enthusiastic this time.

"Awesome! I'll arrange a time with Carlisle. Have a good lunch Rosalie!" Melanie waved good-bye and Eddy gave Rosalie a big kiss before they kept walking.

Rosalie smiled and I thought it was the best thing I'd seen all day.

I didn't like the cafeteria, it was big and noisy and people kept staring at me. But I didn't like lying in the hospital bed either; it smelled weird.

A tall young man who's dark brown hair reminded me of Royce had his back to me and I almost screamed. Luckily he turned around and his face didn't look like Royce's. Carlisle was nice to me, I wondered if he'd still like me if he found how I got hurt so bad.

I was still in a lot of pain, but I didn't want Carlisle to give me a needle so I didn't say anything. I deserved it anyways. I made my mom and dad upset because I wasn't good like they asked me to be. I'd tried so hard.

Carlisle had bought me a cheese-burger and yogurt, I ate the yogurt but didn't touch the burger. The thought of eating it made me feeling like puking.

'You deserve to die.'

I held back a sob, remembering the hatred in Royce's voice and the disappointment in my parents. I refused to cry right now, I didn't want Carlisle to see and get mad at me too.

"I need to go bathroom." I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

"Okay, I can find a nurse if you want." Carlisle said, looking around.

"I'll be fine on my own." I said, gripping the side of my wheel chair tightly. I wondered what my parents were doing at this moment, I wondered what they'd tell people had happened to me.

Carlisle said something, but all I saw was his lips moving. His words didn't reach my ears. We barely made it to the bathroom before I fell forwards on my knees, vomiting into the open toilet. I felt someone pull my hair out of the way and start to rub comforting circles on my back. Every time I retched my chest sent bolts of pain through my aching body, by the time I was done throwing up I was a sobbing mess.

I leaned back into Carlisle's chest. He wrapped his arms around me and made soothing noises.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I felt safe.

Poor Rosalie :( I don't like the ending to this chapter, I may come back and edit this at some point. Leave me feedback and favourite this story please!