A/N: Ok, so I think I made you guys dangle there for a while anyways... title of CHapter is completely random but I guess it fits... thanks to my Beta Missy... Read. Enjoy. Review....

Chapter Eighteen: Two

"Are you the family of Mr. Carlisle Cullen?" The doctor asked and Carlisle's mother nodded, "Carlisle's injuries were extensive, he has quite the collection of broken limbs and ribs. He's got lacerations to the face, but all of those injuries are mostly superficial. The injuries we're really worried about are the concussion. We don't know what kind of mental damage there'll be, he crashed a few times on the way to the hospital. But, if he wakes up, he should be fine."

"If he wakes up?" I said, only half wanting a deeper explanation.

"Well yes," said the doctor, sensing my hesitation.

"Can we go see him?" Emmett asked, arms crossed across his chest.

"Yes, ah, two at a time," He said, eyeing us all wearily.

"Mrs. Cullen, Bella," said Jasper, giving us an encouraging nod, "Why don't you two go first?"

We stood up and the nurse led us towards the recovery wing, where she stopped outside a door.

"I just want to warn you two about what you're about to see," said the nurse sweetly, then explained carefully, "He's got a light road rash on the left side of his face, with a few cuts on the other side. His arm, is broken, not casted so be careful, and the opposite leg is broken, casted, and is elevated, in a sling from the ceiling. He's got what looks like a turban of gauze on his head, it's just because he had a few bleeding wounds to his head. And, he's getting oxygen, through his nose. Ok? So just, be prepared."

"Ok," I breathed as the nurse opened the door for us and we walked into the room.

The nurse's description had been a lousy one. Carlisle was lying there, looking so helpless with the aforementioned oxygen in his nose, with a bandage wrapped firmly around his head. His face was all scratched up, and half of it was worse, but they all looked like they would heal. He had gauze wrapped around his middle, presumably to keep his ribs in place while they healed. His hands were all ripped up, but one of the nurses must have taken out all the gravel and sand, because all his cuts were clean. The one on his cheek looked like it would scar, but you could see on his arms where he was wearing his jacket.

He was a mess, and I sank into a chair by his bedside, taking one of his mangled hands in mine, gently, hoping it wasn't attached to his broken arm. I surmised that it wasn't when a nurse came in an out and didn't say anything. I reached up to his face and shifted a lock of his hair from his face as his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"I'm going to go out and wait for Micah," she said, "I'll send in Jasper or Emmett, ok?"

"Ok," I whispered as she left, and I kissed his forehead, I had missed the feeling of his skin under my lips.

I just looked into his face for a while, trying to will him awake. I needed to hear his voice, and I needed him to be ok. I was still looking into his silent face as I heard Jasper walk in. He looked at me and gave me a little nod.

"He's wrecked," said Jasper, his voice raspy, and after a second of thought I nodded, "Micah's here, with Krista, his mom doesn't want her to see him like this, thinks he'll scare her. She said when he was awake she would bring her in."

"Ok," I said, looking back at Carlisle.

"Doc seemed pretty confident that he'd wake," said Jasper as he walked over to get a better look, "He said he was more worried about how his brain was."

"Yeah," I said and he nodded.

"Talked to one of the EMTs down in the ER," said Jasper as he smiled over at me, "His bike's totally trashed, but you might not want to tell him that when he first wakes up."

"No, that'll be very low on the list of things I'll be blurting out," I said, and Jasper went to leave.

"I'll give you a second, then I'll send Emmett in," He said as he walked back out into the hall.

"Thanks, Jasper," I called and he nodded as he disappeared.

I looked back to Carlisle and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't listen and I'm sorry I didn't let you apologize. I forgive you, and I know you would never do something like that to hurt me. I'm so sorry. But I love you, and it'd be really cool if you could just, wake up."

He didn't. It wasn't really like I expected it to work, like at all, but I stood up and leaned over him. I pressed my lips to his quickly before sitting back down, but apparently I hadn't been quick enough, because Emmett walked in, effectively catching me. He golf clapped a little before he walked the rest of the way into the room.

"Who knew that you were routing for us," I said, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he walked over, he too wanted to get a better look, "Yikes. That one's gonna scar, you sure you wanna take him back?"

"Shut up, Emmett," I said, hitting him on the shoulder as we heard a gasping breath.

"Bella?" said Carlisle groggily, he sounded weak and showed a pained expression as he coughed slightly.

"Carlisle," I gasped as I shifted around to look at him.

"Hey, babes," said Carlisle as he stopped coughing and looked at me, "Hurts."

"Well yeah," said Emmett, "You fell off your bike."

"I did?" He said, and I nodded as I leaned over him.

I kissed him, making his heart monitor spike, causing several nurses run right into the room. Emmett started to laugh as he backed into the corner of the room. I turned bright red as Carlisle smiled, which he could only do halfway so it wouldn't hurt him as much. I stretched my hand down to gently stroke his head and he smiled up at me.

"I'm sorry," I told the nurses and they just chuckled.

"Don't be," said Carlisle.

"It's no problem, happens all the time," said the most official looking nurse as she ushered the other three out of the room.

"You're gonna get me in trouble," Carlisle said, just above a whisper, and it sounded painful as it was.

"I could not get you in trouble," I teased back and he smiled.

"Ok, you still all dressed up though," He said and I smiled.

"That's what happens when I get a call at my prom that you've almost killed yourself."

"You look beautiful," He said, and I smiled as he let his eyes close for a second before the doctor came in the room.

"Hello, Carlisle," He said with a mischievous smile, "You managed to do a lot of damage, we're going to have to keep you here for a while."

Carlisle sighed.

"But we can go over all this stuff later," The doctor continued and Carlisle gave a half smile, and squeezed my hand with surprising strength.

"Ok," said Carlisle, looking up at me, and the doctor smiled.

"All right, I'll be back later," He said, shining his little flash light into his eyes, then turned to me, "You might want to take it easy with the kisses, one, two seconds tops, just until he's a little more durable."

"Thank –you," I said turning bright read as the boys chuckled.

"You seem to be out of the woods though," said the doctor, and he left the room.

"All right," said Emmett, "I'm gonna go get your mom, plan what ever you're going to do in my absence accordingly, she'll be in here in like five, ten minutes."

"Yeah, yeah," said Carlisle as he went to move his other arm, "Ow."

"It's broken," I informed him.

"Yeah," said Carlisle, "I realize."

"Ok, stop talking," I said, leaning down and kissing him sweetly, "You need to rest, but stay awake, because your little sister's going to come in here, and you're really scary when you're not awake."

"Ok," He said, smiling up at me, and I couldn't help but bring my lips down to his again, though we broke the two second rule by way too much, he kept his heart rate down so we were ok.

"I really missed you," I said as I pulled away, "I'm sorry."

"It's my fault," said Carlisle, "Don't worry about it."

"No…"

"Just let it go, hon," He said and I sighed.

"Ok, sweetie," I said, leaning own and kissing him again as his little sister and mom walked in.

"Eww gross, Bella," she said, "He has cooties you know."

"I thought I didn't have cooties," Carlisle said, looking over the side of the bed to his little sister.

"You don't," She replied as she walked over and I hoisted her up into my lap as I sat down in the chair, still refusing to let go of Carlisle's hand.

"Car, you gots a boo boo," said Krista, and Carlisle smiled.

"I got lots of 'em," He said in the same raspy weak voice as he had been using since he woke up.

"Are you gonna be ok?" She asked and Carlisle nodded.

"Just a little tired," He replied.

"Ok," said Krista as I set her down and she ran over to her mom.

"You gonna be ok tonight? I wanna take her home," said Mrs. Cullen.

"I'll be fine," He said, "I should rest anyways."

"Ok," she said, "I'll be back in the morning, ok?"

"All right," said Carlisle, and she left with Krista.

"Ok, I just wanted to see you before I had to go, mom and dad still want me home by two. Though you did make them give me an extension we're going to be late anyways," said Alice, walking in with Jasper on her arm.

"Thanks for comin'," said Carlisle kindly, as he squeezed my hand again, a tiny bit stronger once more.

"No problem, get better soon though, ok?" said Alice and Carlisle nodded, "Bella, you getting a ride home ok?"

"Yeah, if I go, I'll get Emmett to drive me," I said and she nodded.

"Get yourself better ok, dude?" said Jasper, giving Carlisle's merely bruised leg a little tap.

"Yeah," said Carlisle as they left and I squeezed his hand, "You should go home and get some sleep."

"I am not going anywhere," I said, "I already texted Emmett and told him to tell mom and dad."

"I think dad was doing cartwheels by the time I hung up," said Emmett as he walked in with Micah.

"Funny, I didn't think he was my biggest fan," said Carlisle weakly and Emmett laughed, "Or was he cartwheeling because I'm hurt?"

"Well, your absence made our house unbearable, or so I'm told, apparently somebody was rather moody and depressed," said Emmett.

"Enough," I said, as Carlisle coughed out a laugh.

"All right," said Emmett, and Micah just chuckled a little before leaving, "I have to go call Rosie, she's on her way down, I think I'll just bring her down tomorrow. And I'll bring you some normal clothes, Bell."

"Thanks," I said.

"Ok," said Carlisle, almost at the exact same time, "Bye guys."

"Bye bud," said Micah, "I'll stop by with Emmett tomorrow, ok?"

"Alright, bye," said Carlisle as they left.

"I'm so sorry," I said once they were gone.

"You having nothing to apologize for, honey," He said, and I could tell he was starting to tire, as I brushed his hair back gently, trying not to hurt him, "It's my fault I was an idiot."

"You were hurting. And it's not like you actually were cheating on me."

"So? My actions still hurt you, I knew they'd pull something," He said and I rolled my eyes, dismissing the subject, "And that's no excuse for me hurting you."

"I think I'm gonna get a cot," I said looking over to the nurse button.

"Or, you could just crawl up here with me, like you know you want to," said Carlisle with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, Mr. Broken?" I said, "Where do I fit?"

"Right here," He said, painfully scooting himself over so that there was just enough space for me to lay down and he could put his uninjured arm around me, as my legs went under his levitated one, "Please?"

"Ok," I said and I laid down in his arms.

"Ow, ow," He mumbled as we got all cuddly and settled.

"You ok?"

"I'm perfect," He replied and I drifted off to sleep in his arms, completely exhausted.