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Chapter Three: With a Broken Wing

Bella's POV

I still had a few hours left before Charlie came home, so I decided to take a walk in the woods by my house. I grabbed my jacket and headed out the back door. The wind was playing through the trees and the sky foretold rain.

I didn't plan on going too far in. I wandered in what I thought was a westerly direction. After a couple of minutes I could feel water dripping through the leaves. I didn't want to get wet, so my plan was foiled. I had just decided to turn back when I saw a figure on the forest floor.

I ran towards it, tripped on a root, and landed next to what I assumed was its head. It was terribly mangled and scratched up. Through all the damage I could still recognize the face. It was the angel from my dream! Sans the wings. I grimaced at the thought of what might have happened to them. Then I remembered angels aren't real.

I reached out to check for a pulse, but as soon as I touched him he flinched away and his eyes fluttered open. His face contorted into what I think was a shocked expression. "You can see me?" he rasped out.

Of course I could see him, and I told him so. He looked flabbergasted at the notion. All the facial movement started causing him pain. That's when I realized he was dying and I was doing nothing about it. I pulled out my cell phone and called Alice. Her house was closer than the hospital and her father was a doctor. Then I half supported, half lifted him up, not an easy feat. He had just enough energy to stumble with me back to my house. I loaded him into my truck and drove off.

I pushed the old machine to its limits. I made sixty. A new record. During the fifteen minute drive, I contemplated what he had meant about me seeing him. Was he ever actually invisible, or did he just feel that way? Did he think he wouldn't be noticed while he was slipping away?

I pulled into the twisty driveway and found Emmett waiting in front of the house. He unloaded the boy and brought him into the huge white house. The living room was being used as a makeshift hospital. My angel was laid on the couch next to Dr. Cullen. The blond doctor began the task of stitching him back up. He fell asleep pretty quickly. I'm glad. It looked so painful. All in all it took 247 stitches. All those cuts, everywhere it's…

"Do you know what happened to him?" asked Carlisle as he wrapped a bandage around the arm of the unconscious boy. I shook my head. "Where did you find him?"

"In the woods behind my house."

"Do you know who he is?"

Let's see, he's a mythological creature… Um, no. "No."

We heard a quiet voice. "Edward. Masen."

I kneeled down next to his head. Then, we just kinda stared into each others eyes. It was almost like a conversation, but it left me with so many questions. Mostly because he looked at me like he knew me. And well, I wanted him to know me. Which was weird 'cause I'd only known him for an hour. Time… oh crap. Charlie. I had to get back home before Charlie. I don't know why but I didn't want him to know about Edward. I also don't know why I'm overusing the word "know" in my head. "I have to go."

"Ok. We're going to take Edward down to the hospital. He'll recover better there."

"NO! No hospital!"

I looked back at Edward. He was trying to push himself farther away from us. His eyes were widened in fear. "You'll get better faster there," reasoned Carlisle.

"No!" He shook his head wildly.

I really needed to get home, so I left them to their arguing. I could get an update from Alice at school tomorrow. I sped through town as fast I my hunk of junk could go. I only made fifty-six that time. I was relieved when I saw our driveway was still empty. I got in and started dinner. Cooking always helped chill my nerves. I made chicken enchiladas. Note to self: Peppers and jalapenos don't taste the same. Oh well. I also made corn bread and sopapias to go with it. Charlie came home just as I finished covering them with cinnamon sugar.

We ate in silence. He offered a, "that was great, Bells," and headed off to watch some game on TV. I went upstairs, crashed on my bed, and just went to sleep. I was too physically and mentally exhausted to do anything else.

My alarm woke me up from another Edward dream. This time we were making out on my bed. I should get a kissing booth in Bella's Fantasy Fun World. And make Edward work there. And then be the only one in line. Ever. I mentally berated myself for my musings as I went through my morning routine.

I got to school and had just barely stopped my truck when Alice rushed up to me. Panting slightly she said, "Edward's… gone."

A/N: I was going to get this out last night, but it was harder to write than I thought it would be. Plus my mom dragged me places yesterday, so I wasn't even home most of the day. And I have to work on my English project. But I'd much rather do this. Besides, I shouldn't even start it until Sunday night. I am an IDEA student. That stands for I Do Everything Atthelastminute, by the way. Sorry, I'm rambling. Review! And Edward and I will love you forever!