I woke up in the nurse's office, and Jeremy sat beside me, wip ing his eyes. It was a relief to see a familiar face, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was that worried about me.
'Oh, you're awake.' said the nurse cheerfully.
'What happened?'
'You fainted in the cafeteria.'
'It's probably low blood sugar.' I began.
'Have you been taking your medications?'
'Medications?' Jeremy echoed.
'Antidepressants.' I explained. 'I only have half a tablet when I'm super stressed.'
'When was the last you took one?'
'When they found Vicky.'
'Bella, that was a month ago.'
'I don't like taking them.' I insisted. 'I can usually calm myself down.'
'Why don't you like to take them?'
I squirmed. 'Back home, I was labeled as the schizo kid. I didn't want that following me here.'
'Why do you take anti-depressants?'
'Because of my dad's accident.'
'Your dad's accident?'
'My dad got shot; that's when my identity crisis began.'
Jeremy got teary-eyed and turned away as the nurse flatly stated, 'You need to take those.'
'I'm sorry about-'
'Your friends are outside.'
'What friends?'
'My sister, Rick, and the Salvatores.'
'Send them away.'
'Are you sure?' Asked the nurse.
'I need to think-'
'We're here to see Bella Swan.' I heard Caroline's voice announce.
'I'm Rosalie Hale, and this is Caroline Forbes-'
'Oh, Isabella's grandmother said you were coming, Miss Forbes.' the nurse said as I corrected her. 'And Jeremy Gilbert said you could probably piece together what to Isabella.'
'Bella.' I corrected the nurse again.
I saw Saltman trying to get past the nurse, but I shouted that I only wanted the people in the room and my grandmother.
Why were they so interested in me all of a sudden?