My head was spinning as I sat in the back of the ambulance, watching the EMTs rush around my best friend of four years. The sight of all the blood on his body would have been enough to make me dizzy in a normal situation, but that on top of the fact that I was piss drunk had me feeling like I was going to throw up, pass out, or both. I tried my best to keep it together by putting my head down between my knees, knowing that any attention I brought to myself would mean taking the help away from Danny.

I let the EMTs and emergency room nurses get Danny out of the ambulance first when we pulled up to the hospital. I needed the time to prepare myself to stand up, anyway. I gripped onto the side of the ambulance as I gently lowered myself down to the pavement. I looked up to see his gurney being quickly wheeled into the automatic doors and I picked up my pace, fully aware that they would need my side of the story since he was unconscious.

"What's his condition?" I heard a smooth, calm voice say. At first, I was annoyed. I knew my brain wasn't processing things as quickly as usual, but it still seemed odd that a person could look at Dan and not panic. Then, I looked for the doctor who was speaking.

Of course it would be Carlisle fucking Cullen. I could feel myself reverting to the mental state in which I believed I was hallucinating all the time, but then I remembered drunk me isn't that creative. This night could not possibly get any worse, and I was this close to purposely knocking myself out. I had zoned out in my mini-panic over seeing Carlisle for the first time in almost six years, and unfortunately didn't listen to the response the EMT gave.

"And his name?" Carlisle was filling out a chart while the ER nurses were working on Danny. I knew I would probably have to respond, which was reaffirmed by the EMT turning around to raise his eyebrows at me.

"Daniel Stevens," I responded with a sigh. I made eye contact with Carlisle and saw his unmasked surprise as he realized who he was looking at. I did my best to give him a polite smile as I walked closer to the pair, but I'm sure I more resembled Jasper when he had to spend any amount of time at Forks High School rather than someone who was happy to see him. "He is twenty-five years old and was very intoxicated when he got into a car accident. The other car hit into the passenger side, where Dan was." I hesitated before giving my last piece of information that I knew would be important for Carlisle to know, but then felt a surge of confidence as I met his gaze and said, "There's cocaine in his system, too. Watch for that."

I watched him attempt to remain neutral as I spoke, but I could tell that his mind was swimming with questions. He nodded slowly and wrote down the information on clipboard in his hand. "Thank you, Bella." Hearing him say my name sent chills through my body as I attempted to keep those memories at bay. "Please let me know if you think of anything else. For now, you can take a seat over here."

Carlisle led me to a room just off of the area we were in. There were two chairs next to Dan's bed. Both were looking quite comfortable in my shocked, exhausted state. I turned to thank him just before I sat, but he wasn't done talking yet. "Bella, he is going to be alright. I normally wouldn't say anything as people would begin to think I could see the future," he chuckled at his own joke, "but I suspect he will be awake and able to function mostly on his own within the week."

The whole situation must have taken more of a toll on me than I'd originally thought because his words caused my eyes to well up and my body to throw itself at him without my permission. Carlisle was ready though, and caught me easily as I cried into his white doctor's coat. After a few minutes of allowing him to rub my back and calm me down, I stepped back to see mascara stains on his otherwise clean uniform.

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry, Carlisle." I winced at my own vulgarity, but relaxed at his light laugh.

"No worries, Bella. Try to get some rest. Do you have a change of clothes?" I looked down at myself and realized that I was still in my sparkly black cocktail dress and silver pumps. I shook my head as I wiped at my eyes.

"No I don't, but I could probably get someone to bring me some in the morning." I started thinking about who I would call, considering all of my friends would be hungover.

"I can do one better, if you'll let me," Carlisle started, "Let me call Esme and have her bring you something. She would love to see you."

I thought about it for a moment before nodding and thanking him. I would like to see her too and getting out of this outfit sounded heavenly. He left the room, promising to let me know as soon as she arrived. It didn't take me long after that to fall asleep, head resting back against the wall. I was still drunk and probably needed some water and something for my developing headache, but I couldn't be bothered with that at the moment.

Time must have passed quicker than I realized because the next time I opened my eyes I was greeted with god awful light streaming through the blinds of the hospital room. I winced as I got up to twist them closed. I began to rub my temples, wondering what time it was when I heard someone clear their throat at the door of the room.

I spun around, way too quickly for my current state, and came face to face with the worst thing that had ever happened to me. His face was still ridiculously beautiful, much to my annoyance, and I was in no way prepared for this moment. I felt my heart rate increase and knew he could too, making me even more distressed.

"Edward," I knew I sounded pathetic, but I could hardly make any sound at all, causing me to sound breathy.

"Hello," he flashed a smile at me. "I didn't mean to startle you, but I wanted to give you an update on Daniel and see how you were doing." It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but he stayed quiet.

"Thank you," I wrapped my arms around my body, remembering what I was wearing. "I'm alright. You said you had an update?" This interaction was painfully awkward and I wanted to be done with it as soon as possible.

"Right. Daniel's vitals are good and it seems as though he will recover fully. Of course we can't know for sure until he wakes up, but..." he trailed off, silently adding that he had an advantage over your average doctor.

"That's um... good. That's good." I wanted to slap myself silly. It had been over four years since I had seen him and the effect he had on me was still very strong. I knew it was probably just my brain's reaction to never having closure, so I pushed the nerves aside.

"Also, Esme is here. We didn't want to wake you up, but I can send her in." I felt a wave of relief. I was beginning to feel suffocated in this outfit, even though the skirt was a good six inches above my knees.

"Oh thank god," I ran my hand through my hair and threw it up in a ponytail. It had grown all the way down to my waist and I knew it would be easier to change if it was out of the way. As I finished tightening my hair tie I caught a glimpse of Edward's eyes trailing down my body before he quickly looked away and tugged on his own hair. I smirked, happy to know that four years of maturity and a sparkly dress gave me an edge when it came to dealing with my ex boyfriend that nearly ruined me.

"I'll uh...send her in." He turned to walk out of the hospital room door.

"No that's alright, I'll go to her. I've been in this room for too long and I could use a walk." I shot him a smile, feeling my confidence rise as I brushed by him and through the door. As soon as I entered the hallway I saw Carlisle and Esme speaking quietly to each other near the reception desk. I could almost feel my heart swell as she turned and looked at me. One of the hardest things about Edward leaving was that I never had the chance to say goodbye to the people I considered family. I felt a grin split my face as I walked quickly in her direction.

"Bella!" Esme pulled me into a hug as soon as she could with other humans in the vicinity. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her shoulder. I momentarily forgot about my hangover and pulled away smiling.

"Hi, Esme." She still had a hold of my hands as she looked me over.

"You look beautiful sweetheart, even after going through what happened last night." she gave my hands a squeeze and then let them drop.

"Well thanks," I laughed, knowing she was being polite. "Thank you so much for bringing me some clothes, my feet are killing me."

"It's my pleasure," she said, handing me a small backpack. "Alice picked it out, so I'm sure it'll look lovely." I looked up in surprise.

"Alice?" I didn't know what else to say. I had missed her like crazy the first year, but then I went back and forth between hurt and sadness. She had a role as my best friend too, not just my boyfriends sister, yet she never contacted me once after they left.

"Yes," Esme looked over my shoulder, at Edward I presumed, an unsure expression on her face. "She didn't want to overwhelm you, but she would love to see you if you're up for it." I nodded.

"She always did know what was best." I decided to leave it at that, knowing that they would understand my meaning. I looked around me for a bathroom, suddenly feeling like I needed to be alone.

"There's a bathroom just down there, Bella." Carlisle gestured down the hall.

"Thank you, I'll be back in a few minutes." I swung the backpack over my shoulder and began to walk down the hall when I saw four familiar faces. My friends walked through the sliding doors into the hospital, looking around frantically like Dan was just going to be sitting in the waiting room. Well, they had a rude awakening coming, and I was ready to dish it out.