Alice is so dead
Bella POV
My eyes opened slowly and I took in my surroundings. I was in my bedroom/closet and I suddenly remembered how I got here. Edward sedated me. I slowly became more and more pissed off as I came to. "Alice." I growled under my breath before I heard the slight noise of feet trudging up the stairs. Whoever it was had cookies. A bribe. 'No, no way. Resist the chocolaty goodness of those cookies Bella, resist.' I thought to myself when the door opened a bit. "Bella?" I heard a small, bell-like voice ask. "Are you awake?" She stepped into the room. I glared at her. I hated her. A stream of bad names I could call her ran through my head. Alice Cullen must die. Not tonight but NOW. "Alice" I glared at her. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought that you wouldn't like him after what he did to you." She pointed to my knee and eyed my other injured ligaments. "Why don't you have a cookie?" She asked with that sort of sickly sweet smile you only get in hospitals. 'No Bella, no, don't give dang it Bella! I told you not to give in!' I thought as I bit into the cookie. Too late now. I mocked my own weakness. Chocolate. "Alice! He's new to this werewolf thing. It was my fault. I should have waited until some of the other wolves were there to calm him down." I half shouted through a mouthful of cookie. I started to cry. She sat down on the end of the bed. "Bella, Bella, stop. This was not your fault. He'll be fine. There will be no fight. Trust me." She said patting my good knee. "What did you tell the pack?" "I told them that Jacob had a little run in with 'some kind of animal'" She winked at me. "And you saw that there is no fight or question of what you said whatsoever?" I asked still curious and reached for my water. She nodded. "It will all work out. Now, what do you want to do?" She asked. "You know, if you can get a wheelchair from Carlisle, I need some new clothes." I smiled at her. "Yea!" She squealed and ran to get a wheelchair.