Bella POV

I had merely leaned forward to see the first stair when my feet crossed each other. I flew forward... my head exploded with pain, and my brain began to pound... I screamed once shortly when I heard a crack and pain lanced up my arm... I heard a crashing and felt something pierce my skin all over... and I was flying, soaring through the air... I saw lights through my closed eyelids and heard beautiful voices... angels, for sure...

Edward POV

I had left two days after the wedding and Bella had gone to our house- that is, to say, the Cullen's house- under the cover that we were on our honeymoon. Really, I was hunting ferociously to keep Bella as safe as possible when I... bit her. I shuddered. The thought of biting her revolted me, yet drew me in at the same time... how her sweet blood would taste! I hit myself, hard, to punish myself for the thought. It would be quickly done. I wouldn't even get to taste the blood, I would bite and pull away.

The grizzly I was eating had been quickly caught; I wanted to be home yet wanted to stall at the same time. So I was eating slowly. Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my jean pocket. I wiped my mouth and hands of blood, and looked at the caller I.D. It was Alice. Instantly, I shoved the rest of the meat in my mouth (there wasn't much left) and began sprinting to my car. I flipped open the phone as I ran.

Alice didn't wait for me to talk; she began speed-talking in a low tone. "Bella is on our kitchen table having a seizure and she keeps crying out for you. Get home now." Edward flipped his phone shut. He was already barreling down the road at 140 mph. He slammed on his brakes as he came even to their home and, in a flash, was in his kitchen. Bella was having a seizure, and she was crying his name. He went to her side quickly. The girls in his family were around her, and Carlisle was tending to her. Esme and Rose moved aside quickly to let him in the tight circle. Emmett and Jasper were holding her down with their brute strength so she wouldn't hurt herself or roll off the table. Carlisle was saying angrily, "Jasper- oh, crap- stop it! I work better when under pressure; I don't need calm!" Jasper's strange look at his father was quickly hidden. Edward looked at his newly-pronounced wife and felt a lonely tear slide down his cheek. And she was to be exposed to more excruciating pain soon after this. "Carlisle-" "She fell down some stairs and out a window." Exasperated, Edward turned from Bella to look at him. "How can you joke?" he cried angrily. "It's true," Jasper broke in. During his slight distraction, bella managed for a hand to fly out and whack him on the shoulder. When Jasper held the arm down, Edward noticed that it was now broken. "When?" was all he could spit out as a giant know in his throat grew steadily. "An hour ago. Thankfully, the window was just on the first level so she just got cuts from the glass. But on her way down the stairs she sprained her wrist..." Edward heard the hesitation. "And?" "She hit her head," Carlisle whispered quietly. "We were in the main room, just her and I because of the blood. She was unconscious, and Emmett was getting ready to go fetch you, and I was tending to her when her seizure began. I called the boys and everyone to help me take her to the kitchen, and that was ten minutes ago." He wiped a drop of sweat-venom from his brow. "I haven't done a lot of work with seizures," he said slowly. Edward growled. "When will it stop?" "I- I don't know," Carlisle said miserably.

Alice spoke for the first time, in a deathly quiet whisper. "She'll stop in two minutes and seventeen seconds." Edward lay his fingers on her forehead and his skin tingled at the touch. She was burning up. He lay both his hands upon her cheeks, hoping their icy cold temperature would have an effect on her. Her thrashing ceased barely, and in two minutes she was quiet and still.

Edward felt more tears of venom roll down his cheeks slowly. He wiped them away impatiently. Emmett straightened. "Well, at least we got Edward home early-" "Emmett!" Esme hissed, and he recoiled from her angry tone. "Sorry," he muttered.