ughts were partially concealed, not absent.  I could only make out the tenor, the tone
of them...
I wanted to listen harder, to see if I could find in this new, lesser puzzle the key to
the girl's secrets.  But Bella was loaded into the back by then, and the ambulance was on
its way.
It was hard to tear myself away from this possible solution to the mystery that had
come to obsess me.  But I had to think now-to look at what had been done today from
every angle.  I had to listen, to make sure that I had not put us all in so much danger that
we would have to leave immediately.  I had to concentrate.
There was nothing in the thoughts of the EMTs to worry me.  As far as they could
tell, there was nothing seriously wrong with the girl.  And Bella was sticking to the story
I'd provided, thus far.
The first priority, when we reached the hospital, was to see Carlisle.  I hurried
through the automatic doors, but I was unable to totally forgo watching after Bella; I kept
an eye on her through the paramedics' thoughts.
It was easy to find my father's familiar mind.  He was in his small office, all
alone-the second stroke of luck in this luckless day.
"Carlisle."
He'd heard my approach, and he was alarmed as soon as he saw my face.  He
jumped to his feet, his face paling to bone white.  He leaned forward across the neatly
organized walnut desk.
Edward-you didn't-
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"No, no, it's not that."
He took deep breath.
Of course not.  I'm sorry I entertained the thought.  Your
eyes, of course, I should have known...
He noted my still-golden eyes with relief.
"She's hurt, though, Carlisle, probably not seriously, but-"
"What happened?"
"A stupid car accident.  She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  But I
couldn't just stand there-let it crush her-"
Start over, I don't understand.  How were you involved?
"A van skidded across the ice," I whispered.  I stared at the wall behind him while
I spoke.  Instead of a throng of framed diplomas, he had one simple oil painting-a
favorite of his, an undiscovered Hassam.  "She was in the way.  Alice saw it coming, but
there wasn't time to do anything but really
run
across the lot and shove her out of the
way.  No one noticed...except for her.  I had to stop the van, too, but again, nobody saw
that...besides her.  I'm...I'm sorry Carlisle.  I didn't mean to put us in danger."
He circled the desk and put his hand on my shoulder.
You did the right thing.  And it couldn't have been easy for you.  I'm proud of you,
Edward.
I could look him in the eye then.  "She knows there's something...wrong with
me."
"That doesn't matter.  If we have to leave, we leave.  What has she said?"
I shook my head, a little frustrated.  "Nothing yet."
Yet?
"She agreed to my version of events-but she's expecting an explanation."
He frowned, pondering this.
"She hit her head-well, I did that," I continued quickly.  "I knocked her to the
ground fairly hard.  She seems fine, but...  I don't think it will take much to discredit her
account."
I felt like a cad just saying the words.
Carlisle heard the distaste in my voice.
Perhaps that won't be necessary.  Let's
see what happens, shall we?  It sounds like I have a patient to check on.
"Please," I said.  "I'm so worried that I hurt her."
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Carlisle's expression brightened.  He smoothed his fair hair-just a few shades
lighter than his golden eyes-and he laughed.
It's been an interesting day for you, hasn't it?
In his mind, I could see the irony,
and it was humorous, at least to him.  Quite the reversal of roles.  Somewhere during that
short thoughtless second when I'd sprinted across the icy lot, I had transformed from
killer to protector.
I laughed with him, remembering how sure I'd been that Bella would never need
protecting from anything more than myself.  There was an edge to my laugh because, van
notwithstanding, that was still entirely true.
I waited alone in Carlisle's office-one of the longer hours I had ever lived-listening to
the hospital full of thoughts.
Tyler Crowley, the van's driver, looked to be hurt worse than Bella, and the
attention shifted to him while she waited her turn to be X-rayed.  Carlisle kept in the
background, trusting the PA's diagnosis that the girl was only slightly injured.  This made
me anxious, but I knew he was right.  One glance at his face and she would be
immediately reminded of me, of the fact that there was something not right about my
family, and that might set her talking.
She certainly had a willing enough partner to converse with.  Tyler was consumed
with guilt over the fact that he had almost killed her, and he couldn't seem to shut up
about it.  I could see her expression through his eyes, and it was clear that she wished he
would stop.  How did he not see that?
There was a tense moment for me when Tyler asked her how she'd gotten out of
the way.
I waited, not breathing, as she hesitated.
"Um..."
he heard her say.  Then she paused for so long that Tyler wondered if his
question had confused her.  Finally, she went on.
"Edward pulled me out of the way."
I exhaled.  And then my breathing accelerated.  I'd never heard her speak my
name before.  I like the way it sounded-even just hearing it through Tyler's thoughts.  I
wanted to hear it for myself...
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"Edward Cullen,"
she said, when Tyler didn't realize who she meant.  I found
myself at the door, my hand on the knob.  The desire to see her was growing stronger.  I
had to remind myself of the need for caution.
"He was standing next to me."
"
Cullen?"  Huh.  That's weird.  "I didn't see him."  I could have sworn... "Wow,
it was all so fast, I guess.  Is he okay?"
"I think so.  He's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a stretcher."
I saw the thoughtful look on her face, the suspicious tightening of her eyes, but
these little changes in her expression were lost on Tyler.
She's pretty,
he was thinking, almost in surprise.
Even all messed up.  Not my
usual type, still...  I should take her out.  Make up for today...
I was out in the hall, then, halfway to the emergency room, without thinking for
one second about what I was doing.  Luckily, the nurse entered the room before I could-
it was Bella's turn for X-rays.  I leaned against the wall in a dark nook just around the
corner, and tried to get a grip on myself while she was wheeled away.
It didn't matter that Tyler thought she was pretty.  Anyone would notice that.
There was no reason for me to feel...how
did
I feel?  Annoyed?  Or was
angry
closer to
the truth?  That made no sense at all.
I stayed where I was for as long as I could, but impatience got the best of me and I
took a back way around to the radiology room.  She'd already been moved back to the
ER, but I was able to take a peek at her x-rays while the nurse's back was turned.
I felt calmer when I had.  Her head was fine.  I hadn't hurt her, not really.
Carlisle caught me there.
You look better,
he commented.
I just looked straight ahead.  We weren't alone, the halls full of orderlies and
visitors.
Ah, yes.
He stuck her x-rays to the lightboard, but I didn't need a second look.
I
see.  She's absolutely fine.  Well done, Edward.
The sound of my father's approval created a mixed reaction in me.  I would have
been pleased, except that I knew that he would not approve of what I was going to do
now.  At least, he would not approve if he knew my real motivations...
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"I think I'm going to go talk to her-before she sees you," I murmured under my
breath.  "Act natural, like nothing happened.  Smooth it over."  All acceptable reasons.
Carlisle nodded absently, still looking over the x-rays.  "Good idea.  Hmm."
I looked to see what had his interest.
Look at all the healed contusions!  How many times did her mother drop her?
Carlisle laughed to himself at his joke.
"I'm beginning to think the girl just has really bad luck.  Always in the wrong
place at the wrong time."
Forks is certainly the wrong place for her, with you here.
I flinched.
Go ahead.  Smooth things over.   I'll join you momentarily.
I walked away quickly, feeling guilty.  Perhaps I was too good a liar, if I could
fool Carlisle.
When I got to the ER, Tyler was mumbling under his breath, still apologizing.
The girl was trying to escape his remorse by pretending to sleep.  Her eyes were closed,
but her breathing was not even, and now and then her fingers would twitch impatiently.
I stared at her face for a long moment.  This was the last time I would see her.
That fact triggered an acute aching in my chest.  Was it because I hated to leave any
puzzle unsolved?  That did not seem like enough of an explanation.
Finally, I took a deep breath and moved into view.
When Tyler saw me, he started to speak, but I put one finger to my lips.
"Is she sleeping?" I murmured.
Bella's eyes snapped open and focused on my face. They widened momentarily,
and then narrowed in anger or suspicion.  I remembered that I had a role to play, so I
smiled at her as if nothing unusual had happened this morning-besides a blow to her
head and a bit of imagination run wild.
"Hey, Edward," Tyler said.  "I'm really sorry-"
I raised one hand to halt his apology.  "No blood, no foul," I said wryly.  Without
thinking, I smiled too widely at my private joke.
It was amazingly easy to ignore Tyler, lying no more than four feet from me,
covered in fresh blood.  I'd never understood how Carlisle was able to do that-ignore
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the blood of his patients in order to treat them.  Wouldn't the constant temptation be so
distracting, so dangerous...?  But, now... I could see how, if you were focusing on
something else
hard
enough, the temptation was be nothing at all.
Even fresh and exposed, Tyler's blood had nothing on Bella's.
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