Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any characters pertaining to Twilight.

I do own any new characters, and the plot.

This is an E x B story.

Enjoy your readings.

The sudden urge to go out, find, and kill whoever did this overwhelms me, to the point of having to stop and have to take a few calming breaths.

I want to opt-out of work, to stay in the security of my home, but the call I receive from my boss Lorry aka, Loraine J. Jenks, tells me otherwise.

The old man has become a pain in the ass lately, making my job that much harder to endure.

Another fifteen minutes pass, before I find myself in the car, driving downtown to my job. I even managed to make it there in twenty minutes. I ignore everything, as I snatch my purse from the passenger's seat, and quickly climb out of the car and slamming the door shut after exiting angrily.

I was annoyed more than angry. Lory always wanted everyone early but didn't want to pay us more for the extra horas that she had most of us working. It was growing to be a pain in the ass, especially to me, the junior editor of the newspaper.

I wasn't paying attention as I walked, I didn't have to be told. I should have, one thing my father taught me was to always be vigilant and quick on my feet. I'm sure he's turning in his grave at my lack of common sense.

I'm almost to the building's entrance when I run into a wall of hard muscles. The force sends me flying back, and has me on my back before I can even blink, while all of my things are sent flying back onto the side of the road.

My back arches painfully off the cemented floor, as I land. I can feel my skull as it begins to pulsate with red hot, wearing pain as it impacts onto the ground, making a painful cracking sound as it does, briefly reminding me of an egg falling to the ground.

"Oh shit. Are you alright, darlin'?" A familiar voice speaks

I try to respond but now I feel as if I've been run over by a freight train, and a groan is the only thing I've managed to produce.

"Yo, Felix, call nine-one-one. Quick. I think she's badly hurt." He says.

I frown, confused by his sudden appearance as I see him through my lashes but only see black spots.

"Shit, Whitlock, what'd you do to her?" Another voice says.

"Shut the fuck up and call for an ambulance." The familiar voice of Jasper Whitlock says.

The back of my head is painfully pulsating, as I try to peel back my eyelids to see who is speaking to confirm my suspension.

When the black spots slowly begin to disappear, I am met with a pair of familiar worried blue eyes, staring down at me.

"Jasper?" I ask, unsure.

I can see his eyes, and his face, but it's all blurry.

"Hey, doll." He replies, giving me a soft smile.

"Oh, what happened?" I moan to him, confused.

'What the hell are you doing here?' I silently add.

"My friend and I were headed to O'Donoghue's to check the place out and we didn't see you. We walked right into you. I'm so sorry." He explained, grimacing then looking apologetic.

"Wonderful." I sigh, attempting to sit down, but only manage to pull up slightly, before I'm hit with a wave of vertigo causing me to drop my weight onto my elbows.

"Woah there, little darling, you might want to stay put for now." He cautioned.

"I'll be alright, Jasper. I have to get inside before I get in trouble." I groan, as the vertigo hit harder.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Masen is going to kill me when he finds out." He mumbled, looking up.

Masen? What the hell did he have to do with this?

The sudden wailing of the siren approaching alerts us that the damn ambulance is near in its approach. The damn noise causes me to flinch as my throbbing head begins to hurt more than before.

"Don't tell Masen, or Dale," I beg, as the ambulance quickly pulls up next to us, near the curb.

"Sorry, doll. Felix already called him. Look, everything is going to be alright. Just go in to make sure you don't have a concussion." He apologetically says, patting my hand lightly.

The EMTs quickly check me for any type of injuries but quickly place a neck brace on me when Jasper informs them of my landing. They confirm of the possible concussion before looking for other injuries.

Then I'm placed on a gurney and rolled into the back of the ambulance.

They ask a series of questions as we are pulled away and suddenly speeding towards the nearest hospital. Not much is asked except, whether I know who I am, my age, where I am, and other questions which I can't remember.

Once we pulled up to the emergency entrance at the hospital, I am quickly wheeled down a hallway, and into a white, sterile room that smells like rubbing alcohol and cleaning supplies.

Everything that happens after I arrive is a blur.

I am taken to a room, where I am informed I need to change into a hospital gown, before being asked to wait for the doctor.

The doctor walks into the room, some time later and asks what's wrong, how I feel, what I feel, before writing a few things down and walking out of the room.

Leaving me to pout as I ignore the shrill ringing that comes from my purse.

After that an extensive amount of tests are performed on me. Varying from blood tests, urine samples, flashing a small light into my eyes and other annoying tests.

Upon realizing I may have a concussion, I am wheeled into a different room.

The MRI room.

As soon as I am laid in the machine, I am given instructions and the lights flash on and off, stunning me every time it happens. Though I do notice that when the lights are turned off, my headache diminishes considerably.

When I am wheeled back to the too bright white, and sterile room, the nurse quickly brings me two thick, warm white blankets. Shutting off the lights partially, before she leaves again.

Upon her return, she is carrying a silver, steel tray.

"I'm so sorry. Dr. C wants you to get an intravenous pain medication administered." She said as she sets it down next to the bed.

I nod, closing my eyes in an attempt to keep calm, as I try to ignore the fact that I am about to get a catheter inserted into my arm.

"Ready? You're going to feel a big poke. Breathe in through your nose." She instructs.

No amount of breathing prepares me for the sharp pinch I feel in my forearm as she works over me. "Ahhh, fuck!" I gasp, clenching my other fist.

"I'm almost done." She says as I hear a few clicks, and a few series of squeaks.

I bite my lower lip, as I debate whether or not to cuss her ass out, when suddenly I suddenly felt the cold sensation rush through my veins and then a warm sensation rush afterward.

Just like that, my pain begins to ease, and my eyes begin to feel droopy.

"You can get some rest now. The medicine should start working soon. Dr. C will be here later to speak to you." She says.

So, I do.

It is sometime later that I am woken up by someone arguing right outside the room I'm in.

"I can't give you that information." A voice says, calmly.

"I'm a family friend." The other voice argues.

"Sir, only a family member or close relative is allowed back there. You're not allowed to go back there to see hee." The calm voice says.

"What The Fuck Do You Mean I Can't See Her?!"

I want to go back to sleep, but the voice has me alert immediately.

I know who it is...and to be honest I'd rather go back to sleep than have to deal with that asshat. Especially at this moment.

So, I allow myself to sink deeper into the hospital bed before sinking into the bed.