A/N: Sorry for the delay, real life is pretty busy at the moment as I've just started at college. I'm hoping to update every Sunday though :)
Bella:
Sometimes life it takes you by the hair, pulls you down
Before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again
I've been in places I won't pretend
That I'd make it out just to fall on my head
That evening, I sit up in my room and do the biology catch up work Edward got me. I feel bad that he got the work, so I do it in an attempt to feel less guilty.
My mind, however, is mostly focussed on Rosalie. Part of my mind, the bitter side, thinks she's almost lucky, in that her mother defended her. My mother never cared enough to defend me. She just stood by and watched my father hit me.
"Hey, Bella?" Esme says quietly, entering my bedroom.
"I'm sorry for skipping, honestly, and I've got catch up work, so-" I quickly apologise, until Esme cuts me off.
"Edward told me. He said you and Rose were…speaking. I'm glad to see you two have become close," Esme says gently.
I relax a little.
"I'm still sorry. It won't happen again," I assure her, actually meaning what I'm saying.
"Don't worry about it. I think Edward is the only one in this house who's never skipped a lesson before." I can't help it, a small chuckle escapes. "Now, I came up here to tell you that your first appointment with the therapist is tomorrow evening. Is that ok?" Esme asks.
"Yeah, that's fine." I try not to grimace. I don't want to go to see a therapist, but I don't want to upset Esme and Carlisle. So, I'll just put up with it.
"Ok. Dinner's nearly ready if you want to come down," Esme offers kindly.
"Sure. Do you need any help setting the table?" I suggest.
"No, I'm fine," Esme tells me as we begin walking downstairs.
"I'm not used to not cooking, cleaning and doing things around the house," I tell her.
Esme makes me feel comfortable, as does Rose.
Esme doesn't say anything in response, but she does squeeze me into a tight hug. After the hug she hurries off into the kitchen, and I go into the living room.
"Thor is clearly the best marvel hero!" Edward says.
"Thor? How can you even compare Thor to the Incredible Hulk?" Seth disagrees.
"No, neither of them. Iron Man is the best hero. End of discussion," Jacob says, grinning.
"What? You can't be serious! The only abilities the Hulk has is being very strong and Iron Man completely relies on his suit. Thor, however, is one of the strongest, immune to diseases and injury, and is practically immortal! Also, Thor managed to dent Captain America's supposedly indestructible shield, therefore making him the best Marvel hero!" Edward says, looking triumphant.
"What are your thoughts on this incredibly important discussion, Bella?" Rose asks, smirking.
"Personally, I like Thor the best," I shrug, sitting down on the sofa, next to Edward. "Chris Hemsworth, the guy who plays him? Yeah, he's pretty hot."
Rose laughs, Seth and Jacob looked annoyed, and Edward looks flustered.
"You've seen the Thor film?" Edward asks me.
"Yeah. I mean, it was a bit confusing because I've never read any of the comics, but it was worth it," I say, shrugging again.
"For Chris Hemsworth?" Rose asks. I nod. "Yeah, he is pretty hot," Rose nods in agreement.
"Girls are impossible," Seth sighs, slumping into the seat.
Rose and me don't have chance to defend ourselves, as Esme calls out and tells us the dinner is ready.
We all file into the dining room, and I try to suppress my grin when I manage to sit next to Edward. Rose, of course, notices this, and takes great delight in smirking at me and raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, Edward, could you pass me the apple juice?" Rose asks, grinning.
Edward reaches across, picks up the apple juice and, as he's passing it to Rose, he manages to knock over my glass. Which is already full. Or, I should say, was already full.
The juice spills all over my lap, and I reach out to try and stop the glass falling, but it's already broken. The glass cuts into my hand, fairly deeply.
"Bella! I'm so sorry!" Edward says, staring at me.
"Carlisle!" Esme shrieks.
Oh, man.
Blood is now bleeding from my hand rapidly, but I'm used to pain so it's bearable.
"Bella, we're going to need to take you to hospital," Carlisle announces as he assess my hand. "Esme, dear, could you get a towel to wrap around her hand?" Carlisle requests.
Esme hurries out of the room and Carlisle looks more intently at the cut on my hand.
He carefully wraps the towel around my hand, which immediately turns red.
"No, it'll stain it!" I tell Carlisle, but he doesn't listen to me.
"Ok, Esme, look after the rest of the kids, and I'll take Bella up to the hospital," Carlisle says.
"Dad, can I come, too?" Edward asks. I look over at him, a bit confused.
"You need to eat, son," Carlisle tells him.
"I want to come. I'm not hungry, anyway," Edward says firmly, standing up.
"Fine," Carlisle sighs, and the three of us walk out to the car.
Edward opens my door and helps me into the car and then sits next to me, constantly casting me glances. Carlisle starts driving, fairly quickly, to the hospital.
It's only a short distance away, and soon enough we're in A&E. Well, at least this is a different A&E than the one in Seattle.
We manage to get through to a room to be seen quicker, though I'm guessing that's because of Carlisle. The whole time Edward keeps casting me glances but never saying anything.
"Hello, Bella, is it?" The doctor asks as she walks in. I just nod. "How's the pain?" she adds.
"It's fine," I tell her, holding out my hand.
"Are you sure you don't need pain relief?" Carlisle asks me, looking concerned.
"I'm fine, honestly. I'm used to it," I admit. Edward's eyes widen.
I close my eyes as the doctor examines my hand. "Right. There's some glass in the cut that we need to clean out before we can stitch it up," she explains to me.
She leaves the room to go and get another nurse to help, all while Carlisle and Edward look at me with concerned looks.
It takes us hours in the hospital, and Carlisle tells Edward he should go home multiple times, but Edward states firmly he'll stay. So, he remains by my side the entire time.
Truthfully, I think he just feels guilty about the whole thing.
"Fuck!" I exclaim when the stitches begin.
"Use the gas and air, Bella," Carlisle tells me.
"I'm fine!" I tell him, wincing when another stitch goes through.
"Bella, use it," Edward says, squeezing my other hand.
I can't say no to him. Dammit.
I huff and take a deep breath, but I don't want to inhale too much. It makes me feel slightly nauseous, and I'm scared it'll make me want weed or a cigarette again.
After what feels like an eternity, my hand is finally stitched up.
"It's late; we could keep you in overnight?" The nurse suggests. "I see on your records you've had a lot of previous injuries, and you're pregnant. We wouldn't want you to injure yourself further," she adds to my annoyance.
"I think I'd feel better at home," I tell her, trying desperately to remain polite.
"I just think it'd be safer for you and your baby if you were kept in overnight," the nurse tries to reason.
"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I live with Carlisle. Otherwise known as Dr Cullen," I point out, gesturing over to Carlisle. Carlisle tries to restrain his smile.
"She'll be fine with me, honestly," Carlisle assures her.
Carlisle and the nurse leave the room to get the discharge papers, leaving Edward and me alone in the room. And he's still holding my hand.
"I'm really, really sorry about everything, Bella. I'm just so clumsy!" Edward quickly says, not looking at my face.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It's just as much my fault and it was only so long that I'd end up in Forks hospital. I'm used to hospitals," I reassure him, squeezing his hand a bit. I hope he doesn't let go of my hand just yet.
His eyes meet mine and he still looks sad, but also worried.
"I'm fine, Edward," I tell him, glancing down at my injured hand. At least it was my left hand, so I'll still be able to write.
"You are now," he mumbles, looking torn. "You, uh, you've mentioned being used to hospitals and pain…" Edward trails off.
"Oh," I mutter. "Um, I'm clumsy?" I've never been good at lying.
"Bella," Edward groans, clearly knowing I'm lying.
"Sorry. One day I'll tell you, but…"
"That's fine. I'm just happy to know you're both safe now," Edward says, then blushes a little.
I can't help but smile as I rub my stomach. Edward also glances down at my stomach, just as Carlisle walks in.
Edward moves faster than I've ever seen him, almost knocking over a chair. And he blushes rather brightly.
"We're good to go home, now," Carlisle says, looking between the two of us.
As we walk out of the hospital and to the car, my stomach rumbles loudly, which both Edward and Carlisle notice.
"Don't tell Esme; we'll go to the diner before home," Carlisle grins at both of us.
"Why don't we tell Esme?" I ask as I get into the car. It's past midnight; will the diner even be open?
"Mum says it's not food, just grease," Edward grins.
"Sounds like my kind of food!" I beam.
A/N: Thoughts on clumsy Edward? :D
Lyrics: Helena Beat by Foster the People