Okay, so I'd like to address some questions and comments posted in the reviews. First of all, Twilight and all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer... anywayyy, Carlisle IS Edward's dad. But in my story, Carlisle is dead for reasons unknown as of right now. Plus, I understand that Edward just hasn't had much drug relapsing moments since the beginning but I've just been so caught up in Bella and Edward that I kinda forget to add parts like that. So I'll try and squish some here and there when I can because it will probably play a bigger role later *hint, hint*. But this chapter doesn't have any either.

Enjoy!

EPOV

I thought of a million ways to justify why I had picked Bella up, it's not like she had broken her leg or anything, she could still walk. And I realized, that when people saw what I was doing, they would think something was going on between Bella and me and would probably start talking. I never cared what people said, so I wouldn't be bothered by the shit going around, but Bella might be, so I gave her a look, silently asking if this was okay. If we were okay.

And she just looked back, as determined as ever. I think she was trying to give a face like "I don't give a fuck," but only managing to look like a child having a temper tantrum. Needless to say, it made me chuckle inside because I decided laughing at her would just make her pissed.

We finally reached the nurse's office and I had to put her down, gently of course, to open the door. While I was opening the door, I swear a look came across her face that was almost… disappointed?

So she was bummed because I had to put her down? Maybe Jessica Stanley wasn't a complete moron after all. And as I followed Bella into the small room, I smiled at how much the situation fit our relationship. I had already broken her once at the party, like her wrist, and just like she was walking through the nurse's door first, I would let her lead.

BPOV

He put me down. *Mental pout* Unfortunately, we had reached the nurse's office and Edward needed to put me down in order to open the door. God damn doors.

The nurse told me everything I already knew, or felt to be exact, and told me I would need to go to the hospital for x-rays and a cast. She told me I could go after school but I had no idea how I was going to get there because I couldn't drive with a broken wrist and Charlie worked long hours, being Police Chief of Forks was a tough job with a whopping zero crime rate. Which reminded me of the time that Charlie had had to visit Edward's house. He never told me why, but I could just assume it had to do with his slightly less than legal interests.

The nurse gave me a concerned and expectant look, I wasn't sure why, but I think she wanted me to answer a question and I just hadn't been listening. So she asked again:

"Bella, honey, do you want me to bring you down to the hospital after school today?"

Then Edward straightened up, cleared his throat, and I threw him an amused look. What in the world was he doing?

"Ms. Stuart, I don't think that will be necessary. Esme, as you know, is a nurse at the hospital, and I'd be more than happy to take Bella myself so as not to inconvenience you."

Woah. Alone in the car with Edward, who apparently, would be more than happy. I definitely liked that idea.

"Thanks Ms. Stuart, but I'll be fine, Edward can take me."

I then tried to get up from the bed I had been sitting on when I put pressure on both my hands to push myself up, and felt the shooting pain again through my wrist. My good hand reflexively flew to my left one and I whimpered.

The nurse looked really concerned because obviously, she was new to my clumsiness, but Edward just nodded his head in disapproval and… amusement? He was definitely inwardly laughing at me! And it was quite obvious in his eyes which were lit up with glee.

He then silently put his hand out for mine and helped me up with my GOOD hand. And the sparks were still there… maybe it was pain-driven delusions causing me to feel it, but I didn't mind one bit. We silently exited the room and once we were completely out, Edward said:

"You know, this means we can't have a tutoring lesson today."

"Edward, it's only a broken wrist, not an aneurism. My brain still works fine." And he gave me a questioning look that just made me want to punch his arm. Now he was making in fun of my intelligence too? And besides, Edward didn't know this, but it wasn't the first time I had broken a bone. After five, I had simply stopped counting.

"Yeah, but by the time they take x-rays and outfit you with a cast, it'll already be late. We can have our first real lesson tomorrow. Today will be like… orientation."

And with that crooked smile, I just couldn't refuse, so I answered him with a lame, "yeah," and we split for our afternoon classes.

The rest of the day went by slowly, dreadfully slowly. It was because I was in pain. Except there were two different pains now, wrist pain, and Edward pain. Time just seemed to go by excruciatingly slower without him around.

We hadn't decided where we would meet afterschool, and I figured it would be sketchy if I waited at his car because I shouldn't know which one that is, so I settled on waiting at the entrance doors.

I was kinda starring out into space when I heard someone call my name. Jessica. And her look told me everything I needed to know, she wanted me to spill it about Edward.

"So, Bella, what's the deal with you and Cullen? I heard you were caught making out during lunch in the janitor's closet!"

Yup. I was right. She wanted to know everything and it didn't help that there were already ridiculous and absurd rumors going around. So I decided to give her an answer she just couldn't refuse,

"I'll call you later?"

"Okay. Can't wait! Bye!"

I was about to say bye back but frankly, I was a little pissed off, and she had already scampered off after Newton, so I didn't say anything.

Edward came out of the doors then, looking like a freaking god from the Heavens, and led the way to his car silently. He unlocked the doors and got in. I followed and put on my seatbelt. It didn't escape my attention that he turned the car on, backed out, exited the parking lot, and drove off, without ever putting his seatbelt on.

"You know, you should really wear your seatbelt. I'm the Chief's daughter, remember?"

And Edward just chuckled. He slipped his seatbelt on while muttering some comment about how something else would kill him before a car crash ever did.

Then my body did something REALLY embarrassing. My stomach growled. Fucking growled. And Edward just laughed. I had forgotten I had skipped lunch because of the little incident and it was suddenly catching up to me.

"Hungry much? That's okay. There's food at the hospital but I warn you, it tastes like shit." And he just laughed, AGAIN. Way to go Edward, laughing at my bodily functions which I can't control. Major self-esteem boost.

As I was thinking back on what happened earlier, I remembered asking Edward why he had punched Newton. Don't get me wrong, I was happy, no, ecstatic that he had done it, but I was genuinely curious as to why. And it was pretty obvious he was keeping something from me because a big crease formed in his forehead as he gave his response, disrupting his angelic features. So I decided I would ask again.

EPOV

"So why did you really hit Mike Newton?"

Fuck. She knew I had been lying. In that moment, I had a complete mental freak-out session trying to think of what the fuck I was going to tell her. I just decided I would tell her the truth, it was easier than lying and I wouldn't feel like shit after.

"He was talking shit about my dad."

BPOV

Now I was being the complete ass. I had brought up his dad, which no one knew anything about, but I assumed it as like that for a reason. I felt so sorry I couldn't help but say it.

"Sorry."

"It s'okay."

And we were quiet the rest of the ride because I had fucked up big time. The car finally stopped in a space and I looked up to see a big brick building with four wings that looked like a hospital because it had one of those red cross signs.

We silently got out of the car, Edward locked the doors, and we walked into the hospital.

EPOV

I finally regretted bringing Bella to the hospital. It wasn't because of what had happened in the car, that was nothing, she didn't know, and she seemed genuinely sorry after.

It was the hospital that I regretted. And hated. It was where I had my last memories of him, lying pale and lifeless on one of the emergency room beds. The room had been impossibly white, fittingly lacking life just as so many of its occupants, one of which had been my dad. But I pushed it all back because we had approached the front desk and I had to find Esme so she could help Bella so I could get the fuck out of here.

"Hey, Nancy. I was wondering if you could page Esme, if she isn't busy, to come check Bella here, out?"

"Sure Edward, just one moment… okay, she's on her way."

And what do you know? Two minutes later Esme was busting through a set of doors, walking very determinedly, and came to a sudden halt a couple of feet away from me. I wasn't sure, but it looked like she was inspecting me to see if something was wrong. Then she all of a sudden rushed into me, almost fucking knocking me down, and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"Oh, Edward! I thought when I got paged, something had happened to you! Thank God you're okay!"

My mom always overreacted. I guess you could say she was kinda paranoid, but she had the right to be, after all she had been through.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet Bella. Bella, this is my mom, Ms. Cullen."

"Oh Edward, please. Call me Esme dear. Oh my, your wrist! It's the size of a balloon!"

Way to go mom. Embarrass Bella by mentioning how grotesques her hand looks… And all Bella did was give a timid hello, blush, and look at the fucking floor.

"Well, don't just stand there, follow me and we'll have you fixed up in no time."

Every step of the way, I stuck with Bella. And let me tell you, there were A LOT of steps. When she was finally ready to go home, it was already six and I remembered she hadn't eaten anything this whole time. So I decided I would ask her if she wanted to go out to dinner. Not as a date or anything, just because hospital food was really crappy, trust me.

So as we exited through the hospital's main entrance doors, I asked her as nonchalantly as I could, if she wanted to grab a bite to eat. With me.

Thanks sooooooooo much for all the love and crazy talk! I almost feel, dare I say it, normal? *Gasp* Because unlike Edward, I don't need Auntie Mary to get high, I have all my wonderful and awesome reviews and reviewers and fellow Twilight lovers. :) You make me swell up in happiness... like a balloon!