Okay, so- I have a few quick questions, I'd love for yall to answer. (After all, the star wars gang doesn't read a/n and it's… it sucks.)

What do you think of my writing style? Are the separations good? Do I need longer/shorter paragraphs? Do I portray character emotions accurately?

Do you want me to talk abt me more?Like in a/n do you want to hear me talk abt my issues, gossip from my own life, or just get on with the story?

How are the chapter lengths/updates? I know I suck at doing regular updates- again, I do have a life outside of this… but I try to make updates frequently and not super short… Do you like it now? Or do you want adjustments?

Anyhow, I've wasted enough space- GIVE ME YOUR PREDICTIONS!!! (it's my writer's heroine:) enjoy:)

Carlisle sighed, running a hand down his face. "Bella, you gave Edward quite the scare."

I sat there frozen, unsure of where he was going with this.

He looked at me. It wasn't akward, but… it was obious he wanted me to say something. "Is Edward… okay?"

Carlisle raised an eyebrow. "You're the one that just passed out, and you're asking if he's okay?!" He said, voice dripping with incredulity. "You're so much like Edward, Bella."

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

"You gave Edward quite the scare," he started, talking slowly as if he were carefully deciding each word. I take that back. He probably was always deciding each and every word. "He… wasn't expecting you to just pass out on him, because he went into shock… seemed to think you were dying or dead, really." Carlisle chuckled, "and the first thing he says is 'is Bella alright?' …just like you." Seeing my horrified expression, he quickly added, "He's fine now though."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. "Okay… good."

He smiled, and said so casually I could've mistaken the conversation he was trying to start as the weather- "now, you on the other hand…"

I gulped, "m-me…? N-nothing is wrong with me. Nope! Everything is fine!" I said hurriedly, "I can go now, because everything is fine- bye!" I tried to get up, but Carlisle was there faster than I could blink, holding me down.

"No, Bella. You're not okay." His tone was serious. Too serious… but there was underlying worry and fatherly love. I was… mildly curious as to what was wrong, but… I didn't want to ask. Something about my expression must have given me away, because Carlisle answered my unspoken question. "Bella, you passed out because of a combination of sleep deprivation, because you weren't eating enough, and on top of all that, you've lost too much blood."

And to that… Well… what could you say to that?

Nothing.

Absolutely-

Nothing.