Layla was wheeled out of surgery two hours later. Carlisle walked out to the waiting room, seeing Embry and Eric sitting, waiting.
"She did great. We removed a lot of glass. We bandaged her ribs up and did another x-ray of her head. Her concussion is mild." Carlisle said. "She's in recovery, but we'll bring her out in about another hour or so. The anesthesia made her sick, so we're pushing anti-nausea medication to keep her from throwing up and hurting her ribs even more."
"Thanks, Dr. Cullen. I appreciate you taking care of her." Eric said, shaking Carlisle's hand.
"You're more than welcome." Carlisle said.
"Thanks, man." Embry said, sticking his hand out.
Carlisle smiled and shook his hand. He walked over to the nurses desk and started writing on a clipboard, signing other papers.
"You don't have to stick around if you don't want to. You must be starving." Eric said.
"I'm good. Are you hungry?" Embry said.
"I could do with some coffee." Eric said. "Are you going to be here for a while?" he asked.
"Until she's home." Embry said.
"I'm going to go to the cafeteria and get some coffee. I'll bring you some snacks back." Eric said.
He stood up and headed for the elevator. Embry stretched in the plastic waiting room seats, his joints popping and cracking. He ran his fingers through his hair, finger combing the tangles that formed when Layla had a grip on it. His phone buzzed with an incoming text.
From Audrey: 'I had such a great time the other night.'
From Audrey: 'Wanna go out 2nite after I get off?'
Embry stared at his phone, rubbing his face. It's not like he had anything holding him back from it, did he? Layla wasn't his. She'd had...a thing with Seth just that morning.
To Audrey: 'Sure. A friend is n the hosp so when she's home I'll pick u up.'
He pressed send.
From Audrey: 'I'll b waiting.'
Embry slid his phone back into his pocket, thinking. How did he feel about Layla? Was it just because he was so desperate for his Imprint that he was projecting on her? She'd feel it if she was his. Wouldn't she? She's half Quileute, after all. She definitely wouldn't be going around, having sex with other guys.
Embry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Eric had come back, holding out a bag from the cafeteria to him.
"Embry? I ordered you a few burgers to tide you over." Eric said.
"Thanks." Embry said, opening the bag and eating.

The next morning she was sitting in the hospital, waiting to be released. She'd told Seth to turn her term paper into Mr. Houston and drop her other homework off to the teachers. Jake promised to get all her work from her teachers and explain that she was in the hospital.
She stared at the IVs in her hand and sighed. She laid in the bed, staring at the wall. A knock sounded at the door before it opened, revealing her father.
"Hey, princess. Ready to go home?" he asked.
"More than anything. I feel like shit." Layla said.
"The guys fixed your window and cleaned up the glass. Will you tell me what happened? When you're ready?" he asked.
"I don't want you to hate Paul. He's just...mad, I guess." Layla said.
Eric nodded and moved out of the way when the door opened, revealing Leah.
"Well hello, sexy." Leah said, going to sit on the bed. "Are we busting out of this mother today?"
"Hell, yes." Layla said, smiling softly.
"Dr. Cullen is bringing your discharge papers. I'm here to get you out of your clothes." Leah said, winking. "Oh, and to get you back into regular clothes."
"Party poopers!" Layla said, chuckling.
Eric laughed and shook his head. Leah helped Layla from the bed and grabbed a bag of clothes and other essentials she found in Layla's room and helped her to the bathroom. Half an hour later, they emerged, Layla feeling much more like herself. A nurse was waiting in the room with a wheelchair and Layla's discharge instructions. She explained everything to Eric, including her medication. The nurse wheeled Layla to Eric's car, helping her to get into the backseat. Leah got in on the other side, buckling Layla in, making sure she was comfortable.
Eric took Layla home, where Seth, Jake, and Sam were waiting on them. Leah helped Layla into the house and into the bed. Sam instructed the others to go outside so he could talk to Layla in private.
"Layla...I know we don't always see eye to eye. That's why I like you so much. You stand up to me and speak your mind." Sam said.
"I know you didn't come here just to butter me up." Layla said, looking at Sam. "You want a piece of this, don't you?" she asked, grinning. "Maybe a threesome with you and Emily."
Sam smiled. "I swear, you think about sex more than any of my brothers." he said. "I wanted to talk to you...about what went down between you and Paul."
"Why? It's over and done with." Layla said, stiffening up.
"I need to know so we can better know how to handle him and figure out why he's doing what he's doing." Sam said. "Please?"
Layla took a deep breath and sat up in her bed, swearing under her breath. Sam moved to fix her pillows so pressure would be taken off her ribs.
"It started when I came home the other evening after hanging out with Edward and his family." Layla started.
It took over an hour, mostly because of Layla having to take breaks in telling what happened, trying not to have a panic attack. Sam tucked her in and walked out of the room as calmly as he could, grabbing Jake, Leah, and Seth on his way out.
"Forest. Now." he growled out. "Send Quil to sit with Layla." he ordered.
Sam ran to the forest, phasing as soon as he hit trees. Within minutes, Leah, Jake, Seth, Embry, Jared, and Colin joined him in the forest, along with Paul, who was limping.
Sam walked circles around the group, telling them everything that Layla had told them, including her pain, the surgery, her injuries, and the panic attacks she had. Embry lunged for Paul. Jake launched himself into the side of Embry, trying to pin him down to stop him from attacking.
'Embry! Stop!' Sam commanded, using the Alpha double timbre. 'Paul, tell me exactly why you keep attacking Layla. The truth!'
Paul, being compelled to answer, said 'My father fucked her mother and had her. That's when my mother started beating the shit out of me, then she left! It's all her fault! Her whore of a mother!'
Embry and Seth both started growling this time.
'You realize she literally had no control over the affair?' Leah said, looking at Paul.
'Her mother did!' Paul said.
'Layla still isn't her mother." Leah argued.
'Like mother, like daughter.' Paul said. 'Isn't that right, Leah?'
'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' Leah growled, advancing on Paul.
'Say something...I dare you. One word. One word is all I need.' Seth warned. 'They might be able to stop one of us,' Seth said, 'but not both of us.'
'You all are just going to fucking turn on me? Picking that whore over me? She's been here only a few days and she's already fucked Embry and Seth.' Paul growled.
'You're the one attacking her, Paul!' Sam said. 'It doesn't matter if she screws everyone here!'
Paul stared at each member in the pack, willing one of them to see his side. When none of them stepped forward, he turned around and walked off, going to the edge of the forest and phasing. He knew exactly how to fix this, once and for all. How to get the truth.
He was going to call his mother. She couldn't hurt him anymore. She could explain everything and he would rub it in their faces.

Quil was laying beside of Layla in her bed, keeping her warm. He wasn't used to anyone around him being cold, so when Layla started to shiver, he thought she was having some sort of reaction. In a panic, he called Emily. She walked over and chuckled when she told Quil she was only cold, having been used to the heat from either Leah, Seth, or Embry.
"You don't smoke, do you?" Layla asked, looking up at Quil.
"I have in the past. It's been a while. Why? You got something?" Quil asked.
"In the pink VS bag. Go fix us up something. We'll blow the roof off this place. I hate that pain medication." Layla said.
Quil got out of bed, packing a bowl for him and Layla to share. He cracked the window, hoping it wouldn't make Layla too cold. He came back and propped Layla up, handing her the pipe and the lighter. She took the first hit.
"Oh, yeah." Layla sighed, passing the pipe to Quil.
In no time, they had finished the pipe. Layla's head was laying on Quil's stomach, tripping out at how weird it felt when he breathed.
"So...are you and Embry a thing? Or you and Seth?" Quil asked, staring at the ceiling.
"Embry...no. He was with that one bleached blonde cow...oh God, he had her pressed against his truck..." Layla whispered.
"So, you and Seth then?" Quil asking, grinning.
"Just a friend." Layla said.
"With benefits?" Quil muttered.
"No? Like...I don't know, I got so mad seeing Embry nearly fucking that bitch, but what could I do? He doesn't pay attention to me, like I'm bothering him?" Layla said.
"Huh...I could have sworn he liked you." Quil said, shrugging. "Go for Seth, then."
"Why Quil...are you suggesting I ride the Seth train?" Layla asked, laughing.
"Ew, God!" Quil groaned.
"He is pretty hung, if you know what I mean." Layla teased.
"I'm going to vomit all over you." Quil said.
"Are you so hungry? I hear your stomach. It's like...blarghy grrrummm plop plop plip!" Layla said, giggling madly.
"Starving." Quil whined.
"My keys are in my purse over there. If you take me with you, I'll buy." Layla said.
"Oh man...I get to drive! Deal!" Quil said.
Quil picked Layla up and grabbed her purse, taking her out to her Escalade. He got into the driver's seat and started it up, putting it into drive and pulling out. "Taco Smell?" he asked.
"Oh, God...that sound so good!" Layla moaned.
Quil headed into Forks, to the closest Taco Bell.

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Well, I'm sorry you all are stuck with this pile. I had it all rewritten and everything and now I can't find it. I'm pissed off about it. I hope you all like it. Leave me some love? Oh, I have my next story planned out. It's a Sam/OC! Eeeek! I'm excited!