Another impossible chapter finished again. Correct me if I'm wrong but it's almost always the fillers that really slow down the writing process. But still, I'm pretty sure from here on in, there are not too many fillers because soon I'll be finishing some of the chapters that I started whilst procrastinating the fillers. So this is my promise to you, my dear readers: it's about to go down... (that's a Kevin Hart reference, please look him up if you don't know who he is) Anyway, I noticed that the lions share of my readers are American which is why I wait until midnight American time to post which is stupid but that's okay. Umm... as you will see, I gave Cara's father a name so no more Mr./ Mrs.! Yey! (I hated typing that) Desi, short for Desidero translates to longing which fits him since he longs for Cara's happiness and Allegra's attention and his late daughter. But slightly more than that, it is the name of the great 50's Cuban comedian, Desi Arnaz whose accent I always think of when writing about Cara's father. Anyway, this chapter begins from where the last one left off and does not have another entry. It only features a small cameo of Edward's narration. The next one I'm really going to change it up though. So stay tuned for more, I hope you enjoy this and please keep reading and commenting, thank you so much and goodnight my fellow insomniacs!

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After a very silent car ride home, Cara was afraid to look at her hand. She had no idea exactly how deep the lash went but to Cara, it felt like it wrapped around her vertebrae. She also wasn't sure of how long it would be until someone else noticed. She went up to her room as quickly as possible, examining her wound in the mirror. There was a lot of blood around her dress so she took it off, putting on a shirt that she tied so it wouldn't touch the blood and a skirt that sat lower on her waist than her others did. The ensemble was more comfortable than before which she greatly appreciated. She took a small towel by her bedside and held it over the wound. The pain came in waves now: beginning very mild then avalanching into a crippling blow. She ran to the bathroom down the hall, making a large boom when it slammed behind her. Edward looked towards the hall when he heard the noise. He walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Umm... yes...?" Cara said, sounding hurt,

"Cara, are you alright? I'm really sorry about the concert but-"

"Come in..." she said softy unlocking the door and letting it open a little. Edward walked in, immediately noticing the blood on her hands and the white cloth at her side that was now half red. Any normal child Edward's age might simply run out and call for help. But Edward didn't. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind until much later that night. But in the moment, Edward simply took off his evening jacket, placed it over the bathtub, and rolled his sleeves up his arms. He sat next to Cara on the floor and studied the injury.

I fixed her. Well, I did what I could with the knowledge that I had at the time but for the most part, I did fix her. I certainly cleaned the wound better than one may expect.

Edward lightly dabbed around the cut with a damp cloth, getting all the excess blood from her side off.

"Eddie, do you know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that school won't accept my application." She looked serious for a moment then they both laughed. "I'm so..." she laughed a little more than relaxed, "I'm so glad you were there for it... that was exactly how I imagined the song would sound." She smiled.

"You mean you didn't practice it?" Edward said amazed.

"No... I didn't... I wanted to hear it with everyone else. Like a surprise." She looked down at the string, "I think the real surprise was that violin." She laughed, "I've never seen a more beaten up violin before." Edward smiled a little and delicately cleaned a little closer to the cut.

"I never saw it." He said softly. Cara smiled and blushed softly, "you looked beautiful... you know that, right?" He looked up at her for a moment and smiled before getting back to the cut. She opened her mouth to speak but was bombarded with a sharp pain.

"Ow!" She said trying to keep her voice down. Edward bit his lip hard.

"My apologies... are you alright?"

"Yes..." Cara sucked in a breath, "yes, yes, it's fine."

Edward examined the wound and shook his head a little, "I am so sorry but I have to take it out to clean it properly..." he looked around and grabbed another clean towel. "Here, bite this..." he handed it to Cara who looked nervous and slightly pain-stricken. She took the outstretched towel.

"I trust you..." she said softly and bit the end of the towel as hard as she could.

Edward sucked in a breath and very slowly and carefully pulled the string from her side. He quickly realized its sharpness so held it with the cleaning towel. He looked up at her mid-way to see her eyes starting to water. He bit down hard and pulled it out swiftly. Cara let out a loud gasp-whimper hybrid that caught the attention of Elizabeth.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked concerned. Cara nodded as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek. Edward looked down at his hands, his fingertips stained with Cara's blood. "Well, the string is out." Cara sighed relieved and looked at Edward.

"Thank you." Cara purred and smiled a little. In a moment, Elizabeth opened the door to the bathroom.

"Cara, are you okay, I heard-" she screamed as loud as she could upon seeing the bloody rags and open wound.

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The local hospital was a seldom visited building walking distance from their home. Based on where they lived in the city, one may believe that the hospital would be ever-crowded. Yet, generally, people who were ill or suffering frequented the hospital about ten minutes away because of their more up-to-date equipment and younger staff. However, for their purposes, the Masens always went to the same hospital and for that matter, saw the same doctor. He was a tall man with fair skin and golden eyes. His hair was a pale blonde and his smile was warm and comforting. His name was Doctor Carlisle Cullen and he was just as much a part of the Masen family as Edward was.

"Well, Edward, I admire your expertise." Dr. Cullen said while walking through the doors holding a few papers.

"What do you mean?" Edward said confused. He sat across from Cara in a small, uncomfortable chair while both their parents waited outside the room, per Cara's request.

"Well, you cleaned the cut spotless." Dr. Cullen pat Edward on the back lightly and walked towards Cara, "You have done my job for me." He turned to Cara, "All I need to do is add a couple sutures and you are free to go. "I'll go tell your parents so they don't worry." He smiled and left the room.

"Well look at that," Cara smiled, "you could be the future 'Doctor Masen'" she giggled, Edward rolled his eyes, "what?"

"I want to be a solider." He said proudly.

"Really?" There was a pause, "but... why?" He sighed and thought for a moment, scratching the back his head.

"I have always wanted to protect people. I never thought of anything else... I love..." he stopped himself for a moment; her face was so doleful, "this... country..." Cara looked at the floor before taking in a deep breath.

"But... you could die..." she looked up at him; the pain in her eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. He opened his mouth to speak as the door opened and Carlisle strolled in once again. The two of them jumped at the sudden sound and looked up.

"Okay then, ready?" He asked cheerfully. Carlisle liked his job, you saw that whenever he spoke and in everything he does in his field. Edward got up from his chair and waved lightly, signaling his departure.

"Wait." Cara looked from Carlisle to Edward, "umm... can Edward stay here?" Her nose twitched slightly, "I never got sutures before..." Carlisle shrugged; the request itself seemed normal but held a heavier weight than usual.

"Sure," Carlisle said lightly. He turned his back to thread the needle; Edward made his way back to the chair and moved closer to Cara's bed, "you get to learn about some of the procedure Edward." Carlisle turned to grin a little at Edward and promptly turned back to the needle. Cara looked at Edward as she took a hold of his hand and gave him that same cat-like smile that he saw so many years before. The only difference was that now, it seemed to be the most adorable face he had ever seen someone make. She stroked his thumb twice before Carlisle turned around. She weakly squeezed his hand and relaxed in her cot. Edward's heart beat so loud and fast, he could have sworn that she heard it.

"So what happened?" Carlisle enquired a few stitches later. Cara smiled, already finding the whole event funny.

"I was playing for these awful people and a string from the violin broke off into my side," she smiled at Edward, "but Edward was able to take it out."

"You play violin?"

"Sure do."

"And she's amazing." Edward chimed in.

"But you're so young." Carlisle said impressed.

"Youngest in my class." Cara said holding her chin up a little higher.

"Really? How many in the class?"

"Oh, just me. I take private lessons." Carlisle grinned as he pulled the thread tight and knotted it.

"Well," he cut the thread and sat back in his chair, "if you are ever available, we always welcome people to come in every so often and spend time with the more permanent patients who don't often get visitors. It would be wonderful if you could play for them." Cara smiled wide.

"I would love to." She smiled and examined the sutures. "Thank you Doctor Cullen."

"Anytime." Carlisle took off his gloves, "and feel free to come back at anytime you want. I'm here most of the time. Just try to keep the strings on the violin." He laughed quietly at his own joke and left the room.

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Later on Edward and Cara sat side by side in a place where they considered to be their own. On the rooftop of the building, there was a small area of planted grass which was placed and forgotten on that rooftop since before the Masens got there. It still stayed green despite the fact that no one watered it. However, it was nice to see so anyone who ever noticed it never thought to remove it. In front of the grass was a long park bench, another item that seemed to have no place on a townhouse rooftop. But this was their place. It was quiet and beautiful at night. They sometimes stood next to the edge of the roof to watch the people walk by but often just sat at the bench.

"What a strange day." Edward mused, watching the figures move around on the streets.

"Yes, from music to... mayhem," she giggled, "That shall be the title of this strange day. She did not join him for people-watching but stayed near the grass, writing something in the gravel with a rock. From the downstairs kitchen, Cara's mother spoke loudly to her husband.

"I think tomorrow I will make something American for dinner."

"Why American? There is no... ughh... Como se dice sabor?"

"Flavor, Desi."

"Ahh, jes, flavor. No flavor, my love."

"But we live in America! We should eat American."

"I don't think people are caring about what we eat, honey."

"You know," Edward said walking towards Cara, "I am a little bit glad that they did not like you." He sat down next to Cara and looked at her as she concentrated on her rock etching, "I would be awfully bored if I had to listen to your parents' strange and possibly coded conversations on my own." In the background, the Vivas continued on about food.

"Me too." Cara said blowing dust off the ground and tossing the rock to the side, "I'd miss you a lot." He looked down at the floor. Scratched into the ground was a plain heart, no writing around it or messages within, just a simple heart. Cara studied it like an expensive painting at a museum; "I think I'll add more to it later." She looked at him with a smile. "I'm so happy you could be there today, Eddie." He smiled at her. A smile that lit up his entire face.

"I wouldn't have missed it." He chuckled and began to imitate the Head Mistress, "Aannnddd, I thank youu for playing, although I did purssee my liips when your dress was ripped because I am a stiff woman with a million namess!" Cara laughed hard.

"Yes! You noticed!"

"Who didn't notice? I never thought someone could take an hour to introduce yourself!"

"Heelloooo!" Cara said in an over-the-top, posh voice. "I am your Head Miss-Tress!"

"Yeeesss, I am Mary, Eliza, Beth, Jennifer, Roxanne, Linda, Marie, Kathy, you name it, I have that name!" Edward said and then laughed so hard he nearly snorted. Cara laughed for a while and sighed.

"I'm so happy to be away from them." She looked at Edward and took his hand again. "Which means," she moved closer to him and lifted his arm. She put it over her shoulders, leaning her head against him, "we still have our rooftop for a while longer." She smiled and relaxed in his arms. The stars were bright and beautiful above them, the air was fresh around them, everything was flawless in their small slice of perfection on their rooftop.