(This A/N was written yesterday but the login was down on this site.)
A/N: My parents are at a night class right now so I'm sneaking on their computer in order to write this. Anyway I was thinking and a few months back one of my reviewers mentioned fictionpress to me. I took a look at it last night and I'm really thinking about writing for fictionpress rather than fanfiction. I love Twi-fis and all but I really want a chance to get my own work out there. Anyway I promise I won't stop writing right here and now. I will finish this story and the story that comes after this one. Now here's where you all come in. Should I wait and do "Worthy Intentions" as my own story (which will allow so many other possibilities) or should I just write it as the usual Twilight fanfiction? I am for sure going to write "Relentless" on fiction press because there are so many possibilities to put in there. Anyway think about this and tell me what you think.

PS…. I should have Word back on my computer by this weekend if not earlier.

Chapter 13

I turned the volume up on my iPod in a useless effort to drown out the chronic coughing, sneezing, and wheezing. All my life my dad had worked in the hospital and I still wasn't use to the tragedies that happened here on a daily basis. When my dad tried to push me toward the medical field I knew at that very moment that being around the sick just wasn't my thing.

My eyes scanned the room until they landed on a woman with a young boy sitting next to her. He held on to his stuffed bear tightly and I could see the fear in his eyes. His mother on the other hand looked bored. She smacked her bright pick bubble gum and flipped through a seventeen magazine. It blew me away the lack of care someone could show their kid.

I looked down at the clock and saw it was close to seven. My stomach grumbled and I knew that I should probably eat. I sat up and my joints cracked from sitting for so long. I stretched and yawned involuntarily and headed toward the nurse's station to see where Conley and Rachel were at on their examinations.

"What can I do you for deary?" The old woman looked up from the files she was handling.

"Yes, I was wondering if Conley Bolton or Rachel Turner were done with their examinations yet." I stated as the double doors slid open. A gentle summer breeze caught us sending in the sounds from the roads.

The lady clicked a couple of times and then scrunched her nose. "Hm, well I don't seem to be getting in their charts." She paused. "They'll probably be a little longer though."

I nodded. "Thanks."

I stepped out of the ER and followed the signs to find the cafeteria. I rounded a corner and saw that my dad was coming around the opposite corner. He was flipping through a chart and his eyes scanned it circumspectly.

"Nice to see you too Dad." I stopped as my father was almost about to knock into me.

"Edward?" He asked pulling his eyes from his work. "Why are you here?" He asked his expression growing a little worried. "Is Bella okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Bella's perfect Dad. She's still at camp. Conley and one of her friends got hurt on the nature trail and I drove them here."

He nodded. "Ah, I see." He paused studying my face and posture. "So, how's camp?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Well apparently we have two weeks off. Tootsie said that not enough people signed up for later elementary and middle school camp."

Carlisle tilted his head. "Well then, you kids should stop by the house. Esme would love that you know."

I nodded. "Yeah, we were planning on it."

A loud beeping sound came across the intercom and Carlisle's headshot up as a voice came over the intercom.

"We need all ER personnel on station now. Code Blue!" The voice emphasized the last words and Carlisle started back from where I came from. He started jogging now.

My heart sunk with worry. I didn't know what a code blue was, but no codes could be good right? I jogged behind my father and came to the arch where the waiting room meets the hallway.

Carlisle was on a red phone with someone. I could just make out a few words as other people in the emergency room stood up as red lights flashed through the thick windows.

"Four girls… wrapped around a tree… Camp Hardee."

BPOV

Alice pulled out of the swiftly out of the rocky driveway and her eyes lit up with the horsepower under her control. She smiled and pushed the car faster as she rounded the curves dangerously close to loosing control.

"Slow down Alice!" I screamed at her from the back seat.

She rolled her eyes. "Come on Bella, live a little."

She whipped around the next corner and felt my stomach hit my throat. I clutched the seat nervously and I saw Nancy doing the same thing. She was sitting behind Alice and she quickly unbuckled and slid over to the middle seat. I didn't understand what she was doing and then she buckled the middle seat grabbing on to my arm. She wanted something to hold on to.

I focused on my breathing and wondered what Edward would say if he found his sister was driving dangerously fast around the sharp curves. That sent me into an unexplained fit of giggles. He'd probably tell me to get over it.

My body got use to the rough jerking and the thrum of the engine. It was about a thirty-minute drive to town at Edward speed, and an hour going Conley speed. Alice whipped around the next corner and I longed for Edward to be there to keep me from completely flipping out.

All of a sudden the tires screeched and I felt my body unwillingly being thrown into a different direction. My head hit the window and I jerked back as the car filled with screams and prayers. I looked out the window just in time to see the tree coming toward both Rosalie and me.

Time seemed to slow as I heard Nancy's confident words of prayer.

"Lord, please protect us. Lord please, don't let this be our time to go." Nancy's voice rose through the cars and silent sobs broke through as she saw our fate coming toward us.

I looked up let the tremors take me over. I braced myself for the impact as I hard the crunch of the impact. My body seemed numb just for a second before a branch flew through the window causing the glass to cut into the right side of my body and those around me.

I closed my eyes tightly and the pain over came me. I remember someone speaking of a cell phone and then the slamming of the car door. My senses were fuzzed and I didn't know how long it was when there was a loud noise and then the bittersweet sound of crushing metal.

"Can you hear me sweetie?" A man's rustic voice asked me urgently.

"Edward?" I asked as I tried to move.

"No honey, we're going to get you help okay?" He asked me. "Keep talking to my honey. Don't fall asleep."

There was a shrill moan of hurt and rage. "It's my fault. It's my fault." The soprano voice cried in anguish.

"Sweetie keep talking to me." The man urged me.

I felt the edge of darkness start to pull at me. It urged me into sleep. Where there was darkness, there was no pain. It urged me to come in to the warm darkness. I yearned for the darkness.

"Bella." The soprano voice groaned. "Bella, please stay with me. I'm sorry Bella." She cried in pain.

"Alice?" I asked as I put a face to the voice. "Alice, where's Edward?" I asked dreamily. I couldn't understand why he wasn't here to protect me. Edward was always there when I needed him the most.

"I know, you'll see him soon." She assured me and I felt her small hand on my good cheek.

I tried to open my eyes but I only succeeded in opening one. The right side of my face hurt badly and it felt as if my eye were glued shut. A bright light came from somewhere and then I felt the quick jerky movements once again. These movements were more precise though. These were the movements of people who had driven these roads numerous times.

I turned to look when a small cold hand grabbed mine. I looked and saw Alice's face bright red with emotion. Her hair was hay stacked all over her head and she broke out in another high moan as the tears over took her body.

Soon she was pulled away from me as the sudden realization of where I was hit me. I was laying on a gurney and I felt myself being pulled out of what I assumed was the ambulance. Strong sure hands placed me on a wheeled cart and the automatic doors swished open.

That's when I heard it. It was the broke sob of an angel.

A/N: I know that last part was a little confusing but what do you expect? She just got in a car wreck where the tree hit the side she and Rose sat on. Anyway don't kill me for not updating. I'm going to try to update as soon as I can. It might end up being this weekend or maybe next Monday. Anyway think about what I said with the fictionpress thing and as always, review!

Kayla