Jasper jinxed me. I got hit with a domestic call straight out of the gate, and it's old Mr. Ronsen too—just the worst. By the time I pull up to the house, he's out on the front lawn with a baseball bat, wearing only boxers. Honestly, fuck my life.

"Mr. Ronsen, put down the baseball bat, okay?" I approach with my hands up, but he doesn't find it innocent and swings his bat.

"This ain't your business!" he yells.

I nod. "It's between you and your wife, right?"

He nods. "Exactly, so fucking leave!"

I nod. "I would, but I was called here. You know I have to see Jane, right? I have to make sure she's okay."

I have a nagging feeling she's not if he's this far gone, so I go back to my car and radio for an ambulance and backup before coming face to face with him again. I try to be as non-threatening as possible, but Mr. Ronsen is still on edge, swinging the bat around. He's completely wasted, and it's only ten-thirty in the morning.

Honestly, fuck my fucking life.

"Where's Jane, Mr. Ronsen?" I ask, strapping my bulletproof vest to me. Just in case. Getting shot in the chest is the worst thing I've ever had happen to me, so I'm a little gun sh, and I know for a fact he does have guns. "I know you didn't hurt her, right?"

He paces, shaking his head. "It was her fault, chief."

I nod, biting my lip as I step closer toward the door. "What'd she do, sir?"

He rolls his eyes, circling around. "You don't get it!" he screams, hitting the ground. "Every day of my life, Swan! Every day! I spent it getting sick for her!"

At least, he still knows my last name.

"You have lung cancer," I say. "The mines did it to you."

"To give her the best life!"

I nod. "You gave your wife and children everything, but you're going to be okay."

I get close to the porch and think I can make it. He's so drunk and can't possibly match my speed.

I'm wrong.

While he doesn't match it, the end of his baseball bat does, and the breath rushes out of me as it connects with my side. Then I hear sirens. I struggle to catch my breath as he hits me again before someone else is yelling at him to get down. I turn my head and watch as he's tased, and then catch my breath before rushing into the house.

Jane is hurt, but okay. We think her arm is broken, and I ride with her in the back of the rig to the hospital. The staff quickly rush to her when we arrive, and I follow into the back, watching the nurses work until I'm nearly pushed out of the way by the one and only, Dr. Edward Cullen—chief of the ER.

We're kind of neighbors.

And we don't get along.

"We got a report of two victims, didn't we?" he asks, glancing over at me. "An officer."

A nurse stands stunned, and then nods. "The chief."

"Yeah, so maybe get her out of my exam room."

She snaps out of it, and then comes toward me.

"I'm fine."

Edward looks over at me. "From what I hear, you probably have a broken rib, so go sit down and leave us alone here, Swan."

I am literally pushed out of the room and into the next exam room. The two nurses get my vest off as I hiss with pain. I'm fine though. Probably. Someone other than Edward Cullen will be the final judge of that.

There are a few reasons that I don't get along with the good doctor.

He's an asshole.

He's my neighbor.

He's my asshole neighbor who I have to put up with everyday

Plus, he writes me a note when I forget to bring in my trash cans, which is just a dick move. I know when it's trash day. I'll get the cans when I have a fucking chance. He's an anal-retentive asshole. And I would never let him touch me.

"Isn't there another doctor on shift to clear me?" I ask, peeking at my bruising ribs in the mirror.

The girl shakes her head. "Dr. Maher is busy."

I huff in annoyance, and it hurts. The second the door opens, I pull down my shirt and turn to it as Cullen enters.

"How's Jane?"

He nods. "Coherent and heading to CT. So, I hear rumors of a bat."

"A drunk man with a bat. He could have done worse."

He cocks his brow. "Let me take a look at you."

"Fuck off, Cullen. I'm fine."

"Not until I say so. Put a gown on or lift up your shirt. Your call."

I roll my eyes and lift up my shirt as he whistles.

"Let's get an X-ray on Ms. Invincible. I could be wrong, but I think she may be vincible and broken a rib or two."

I lift my middle finger and flip him off as he leaves the room.

The X-ray is quick at least, and then I'm left waiting. Cullen takes forty-five minutes to come back and tell me how right he is.

"It's three actually," he says. looking proud for some insane reason. "You're on desk duty, Swan."

"Oh no, how will I ever bring in my trash cans." I sneer.

He deadpans. "You could have been seriously injured."

"But I wasn't."

"If you need to throw the towel in for the pie contest, people will understand."

"Ha! Three years, pal. You won't beat me this time. I can bake with one arm."

"I'm just saying that you won't look bad."

"Dude, I am going to kick your ass like I always do. Now, can I get back to work?"

He shakes his head. "I recommend a few days of rest."

"The chief never sleeps, Doc."

"Then an afternoon of rest at least. Don't make me call Jasper."

The threat is enough. I might just take the rest of the day to myself. "Fine."

He smiles brilliantly. "Good. I'll write you a script for some pain meds. Not much else to do for broken ribs."

I nod. "Not my first time. Now, can I get the fuck out of here?"

I don't own Twilight.

Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.