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"Because I don't know what will happen if I do," I admit, looking at Emmett again. Carlisle follows my line of sight and looks at me in shock, obviously getting the wrong idea. "It wasn't Emmett!" I all but yell it, making Emmett look up at me.

"Then who was it, Isabella?" I shrug and he sighs. "Since you have admitted you weren't hit by a car, I will have to get the police involved." I snap my eyes up to him, about to protest. I do not need the police getting involved in this. "If you tell me who it was, we may be able to sort this out between ourselves." His voice is soft and calm, giving me a fatherly feel.

"You can't tell anyone," I whisper, trying to be quiet so that Emmett doesn't hear what I'm about to say. If he already knows who it was, and if he hears me tell Carlisle, he may flip out and tell Rosalie I told. He would hate me even more and I can't deal with that right now.

"I'm not allowed to, even if I wanted to. Patient confidentiality." He smiles and I nod, happy with that answer. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through my nose. If I don't tell Carlisle now, I know Edward will when he next sees him. Edward was there before he was taken out. It's obvious he knows I wasn't hit by a car.

"It was Rosalie,." I admit, but I wasn't quiet enough. I see Emmett's head snap up out of the corner of my eye, I can feel his glare penetrating my skin.

Chapter twenty-four.

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"You fucking liar! Rosalie would never do something like this." Emmett's face is bright red as he charges towards me and towers over me, almost pushing Carlisle over on his way.

"Oh, yeah? Then why did she?" I scream back. He glares at me and I can see movement behind him, probably Carlisle.

"She wouldn't waste her time on someone like you, Isabella! Get it into your fat head that nobody cares about you!" A gasp sounds from behind Emmett and we both look to see Renee, Charlie, Carlisle, and two security guards standing at the door. Renee looks heartbroken and Charlie just looks plain mad.

The security guards step forward and ask Emmett to leave the room. He doesn't put up a fight, following them out the room silently. However, just before he gets out the room, Charlie grabs his arm.

"We will be having a word when we get home." His voice is deadly and it even sends a chill down my spine. Emmett nods and then leaves the room, closing the door loudly behind him. The room falls silent as Renee collapses into a chair, silently crying in Charlie's shoulder when he sits next to her. Carlisle doesn't try to talk to any of us; he just minds his own business and check the monitors that surround me.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything. Of course Emmett would freak out. His girlfriend did this to me; of course he is going to be upset. He must know that I wouldn't lie about something like this, though. Why would I say it was Rosalie when it wasn't? I could have named anyone else and he would have believed me; so why not believe his precious Rosalie would do something like this?

It will be very awkward when I get home. Emmett will be his normal self - angry and ignorant - and Renee will fuss over me, getting sympathy from all of her friends. She will accept their 'get-well' wishes and tell me all about how everyone is praying for me while soaking up the attention. Charlie is sure to be mad. He is going to punish Emmett, but will still let him go to his football games. He will try and see if he can get Rosalie arrested, and fail, then he will go through the school and they will give her detention or something. Everyone will give me sympathetic glances in the halls at school, then whisper about me when I have passed them by. I know what will happen, because it happens every time when this kind of thing happens to me.

"What day is it?" My eyes go to Carlisle as he looks down at his watch.

"It's Thursday, a little after two," he tells me then goes back to what he was doing. I thank him, thinking about how long it has been since I was attacked. It's been a whole day since I went to find Edward in the girls' bathroom. Twenty-four stinking hours since Rosalie decided to use me as her workout bag. Why was I out that long? Oh yeah, morphine.

Edward. I wonder how he's doing. I can't believe that I told him to go away when he was being so nice to me. I feel awful! I should have let him sit with me, let him look after me if that's what he wanted to do. I shouldn't have called him over just to be horrible to him like that. I feel so terrible about it.

A thought springs to mind and it makes my throat close over. Was Edward hurt, as well? I couldn't really see well enough earlier to make sure he was alright. I should have asked him before I told him to go away. I should have told him to tell me that he hadn't been hurt before I told him to leave. I am so selfish, I only think about me when someone else that I love might be hurt.

My stomach clenches at that thought. Why would I think about love when Edward and I are just friends? I mean, I do love him in a way, just like I love Alice and Jasper. They have all been so nice to me and they have got a place in my heart, and they always will have that space. Sure, Edward's is smaller than Alice's, but it will grow with time, I'm sure.

"Carlisle?" He turns his head and quickly signs something on the clipboard before walking over to me, standing by the bed with a polite smile on his handsome face. "Is Edward okay? I was awfully rude to him yesterday and I feel terrible." He rubs his chin before looking at me with kind eyes.

"Edward is fine; worried about you, of course. But other than that, he's good. Actually, he hasn't left the waiting room since you were brought in here," he finishes with a nod towards the door and my stomach flutters slightly at that information. Edward is here? He's so worried that he hasn't left?

"Edward's here?" I squeak out, making all three people in the room look at me. Carlisle nods and glances at my parents. "Can I see him? I want to apologize to him for being rude yesterday." Carlisle nods and Charlie stands, taking my mother's hand, and informs me that they are going to get coffee. I tell them to take their time before they follow Carlisle out of the room.

I can hear the beeping from above my head getting faster and I just wish that Carlisle would turn it off now. It obvious I am alive and I don't see why I need to still be hooked to all of these monitors and drips; although, the pain meds are more than welcome. I know as soon as they are taken away, I will be in agony. For now, they can stay.

I wonder when I can go home. Will they let me out today? Tomorrow? Never? Will I have to come back for a checkup in a few weeks? Will I have to go through physiotherapy because of my broken ribs? Will I be on pain meds when I go home? When I go back to school? Will everyone know what has happened when I get back to school? Will the teachers look at me with pity? Will the nurse have to feed me drugs when I'm at school so they don't get stolen out of my bag? Will Renee let me go back to school or will she home school me so all the other parents feel bad for her?

I'm snapped out of my musings when the door opens and Carlisle steps into the room, holding the door for Edward to follow. When Edward comes in, his eyes are on the floor, not meeting my gaze. They walk further into the room and Edward sits on the chair by the head of the bed and stares at his hands.

"Carlisle, could I lose the monitor?" I ask, referring to the monitor that is beeping loudly, almost twice the speed it was earlier. He nods and smiles knowingly before turning off the switch on the side and writing on the board by the bed that he turned it off and the time he did.

"Are you in any pain?" he asks, squeezing the drip bag. I feel the liquid rush into my veins, spreading the numb feeling all around my body. I shake my head, thanking him for his help. "Okay, I have another patient to annoy, so I will be back later." He leaves with a chuckle and I smile after him.

As soon as the door is shut, Edward looks at me and I gasp. His emerald green eyes are bloodshot and full of tears. His bottom lip is quivering slightly and his hair is more of a beautiful mess. He looks so tired, yet heartbroken at the same time. I want to reach out and take him into my arms and comfort him, and promise him that everything is going to be alright. Instead, I take his hand in mine and rub it softly.

"I am so fucking sorry, Bella." He shakes his head and buries his face in his free hand. Taking my hand back, I put both my hands on the bed and scoot so I am sitting up. The pain meds dull the throb that wildly spreads through my body; but not enough to stop the pained cry that leaves me as I finally get into my sitting position. Taking a few shallow breaths, I try to relax. I know that when I am relaxed, everything will stop hurting. Well, at least I hope it will.

"Don't move. Your ribs," Edward protests but it's already too late. I gasp for breath but every time I take one, my ribs stab at my lungs. "Do you need Carlisle?" I shake my head, concentrating on breathing. After a minute or two, I'm finally able to breathe again and I lean my head back against the pillow, closing my eyes before slowly opening them again and looking at Edward.

"How are you, Edward?" He barks out a humorless laugh and shakes his head.

"How am I? You're the one in fucking hospital!" He groans and runs his hands through his hair. "How are you, Bella?" he asks, looking at me through his fingers.

"Can't complain." I shrug and he moves his hands away from his face, smirking at me. I smile back and he leans forward, taking my hand without the IV in his, and then he rests his head on our joined hands. His hair tickles my wrist before I bring my other hand over and run it through his hair.

"I was so worried about you. This is all my fault." He sighs. I grip his hair lightly and pull his head back, making him look at me.

"How is this your fault? I came after you. I told you about the cuts. If anything, this is all my fault." He shakes his head, looking at me like I am crazy.

"I shouldn't have run off. I should have let you tell me about it before I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn't have left you in that room with Rosalie, and I should have fought harder to get you out safely." His voice is so pained it sends a pang to my heart.

"What did they do to you?" I ask, but I'm not sure I want to know.

"They took me into the woods and just threw me down. They didn't even touch me because they know I would kill them if they did. They wouldn't let me past them, so I couldn't get to you and when I did get away, the door was locked and I just couldn't get in. After a while, I went to find Jasper and Alice and the next thing I knew, an ambulance has arrived because you have been hit by a car.

"My head is so fucked right now. God, I don't know what to think anymore. Ever since you came into my life, I can't do anything and I can't think straight. Everything I do comes back to you. When I take a pill or smoke a joint, you come into my head, telling me not to do it. When I go to sleep, I imagine you there with me, running your hands through my hair or just laying with me. I want you to be with me all the time and I just…" He groans and looks up at me, finally meeting my eyes.

"I'm just so fucking confused," he finishes and my heart skips a beat.

Why did he just tell me that? What good does any of that do anyone? This just makes me more confused than ever. What does he want me to say now? Does he want to know that when he walks into a room, I don't have to look to know he's there? Does he want to know I can feel him when he is near me, even if I had no clue that he was nearby? Does he want to know that just thinking about him makes my heart race and my palms get sweaty? Does he want to know he gives me butterflies?

"I don't know what to say," I whisper, but he hears me. His eyes are still locked with mine and I can see questions swimming in his eyes. I have no doubt he can see the questions in mine. I want to look into his eyes forever, but a yawn interrupts my gazing, making me shut my eyes in pain. Yawning puts too much pressure on my ribs and I gasp out, hoping Edward doesn't notice. He does and he shakes his head, his eyes filling with tears again.

"Go to sleep. I promise I will be here when you wake up." I nod and lay back down slowly and carefully. He helps, fluffing my pillow and pulling the covers over me, tucking me in when I am comfortable. Sitting back in the seat, he takes my good hand and runs patterns across the soft skin with his finger tip.

Our breathing makes everything seem calm and he begins to hum softly, making my eyes flutter shut. I try to stay awake, but have my eyes closed, listening to him as he breathes and hums and feeling his soft finger run over my skin. Everything is so peaceful, and as his scent surrounds me, sleep takes me under.

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