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Crashed Into You

Chapter 2

BPOV

It wasn't the first time I'd woken up in an ambulance. Two years ago I'd fallen down a flight of stairs and woken up in an ambulance. But it still wasn't a pleasant experience.

I felt the pain first, dragging me out of the darkness. There was pain everywhere.

"Ow," I murmured.

I felt the reaction on the hands I could just now feel on my arms, feeling for injuries. The hands froze.

Everything came back in a rush. I was in the ambulance because someone hit me. Someone hit me in Rosalie's car, which was no doubt totaled. I was heading to the hospital, where I would have to sit through yet another day in the ER, with tearful phone calls to Renee and an overreacting Charlie. I'd been through it enough to know what to expect.

"Crap. Crap, crap, crap."

This was not going to be good.

"Please, ma'am, you need to calm down," the paramedic beside me said.

I tried to give him a dirty look. I was calm. I wasn't freaking out or anything. At least, not really freaking out.

I quickly did a mental self-examination. There was something warm on my head, and lots of pressure. I could smell blood in the air. My whole body was sore, and my shoulders and neck hurt. Really hurt. I was sure something as broken, it was a familiar searing pain.

"I'm fine," I insisted, trying not to wince, "I'm fine."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw another paramedic move over a stretcher a few feet from me. Was it someone from the other car, the silver one that hit me?

"The other car?" I asked, "Are they okay?"

But instead of the paramedic answering, a smooth voice spoke from the stretcher.

"I'm fine."

The sound of the voice shocked me a little bit. There was a slight edge to it, but otherwise it was the smoothest voice I'd ever heard. It was also low, definitely a man.

"Ma'am, I need you to tell me where you're hurt," the paramedic pressed.

"I'm fine," I repeated, hoping that he'd believe me.

I did not need another trip to the emergency room. I noticed a slight pressure on my neck, which the shoulder pain had blinded until now.

Oh, no.

"You put me in a neck brace?" I exclaimed, "I'm fine, please take it off!"

Overreacting. They always overreacted in these ambulances. I did not need a neck brace; I was sure my spine was fine. And, when they inevitably called Charlie or Alice and Rosalie, they would freak out when they saw me in a neck brace. No doubt someone would think I'd broken my spine.

The paramedic was muttering something to me, but I ignored him.

"I'm sorry."

It was that smooth voice again.

"It's okay. Really. I'm fine," I assured the other person.

It was those stupid overreacting doctors. They always did this.

The ambulance stopped outside the hospital, and the doors swung open. I was taken out first, through the sliding glass doors into the ER. The waiting room was quiet, as it usually was. The town of Forks was small enough that real Emergencies were rare. Mostly the ER was used for overreacting parents bringing in sick kids and small accidents. And me. I seemed to be here all the time.

I listened while the paramedics explained to the nurse what had happened and my "injuries". Somewhere behind me I heard another paramedic spewing out the injuries of the guy in the other car. My list was considerably longer. Just my luck.

I was put in the Emergency Room while a group of nurses went to work around my bed. I was lifted off the stretcher and into a bed, still strapped to the stupid body board. Finally I felt the Velcro holding me to the body board tugged off, and the nurses started bandaging my arms. Someone slipped an IV of pain killers into my arm, and someone was bandaging my head. Another nurse was taking my temperature, and another checking my blood pressure. Someone came up to my eyes with a little flashlight.

All the while, no one said a word to me. I just lay there, waiting.

"Does this hurt?" someone asked.

"No," I replied, telling the truth.

Slowly the nurses began to drop off, until it was just one last nurse.

"All right, honey, the doctor should be right over. Is there anyone I can call for you? Your parents, maybe?" she asked.

I could only imagine how Charlie would react.

"No," I said, quickly, then rethought it. As much as I didn't want to drag anyone into this, I definitely wouldn't be able to drive home. "You can call my roommates, though."

I gave the nurse the number, and then sat up in bed, glad to finally be separated from the body board. Someone had left a hospital gown folded up at the foot of my bed, but I kicked it off with a foot. No way was I putting that on, especially since there was no privacy in the ER.

The nurse clacked out of the room, presumably to go torture someone else. Once she was out of sight, my hands immediately flew to the Velcro on the neck brace.

"Please keep that on. At least until the doctor says your neck is fine."

It was that voice again, oddly smooth and even. I had to turn my whole body to find the source of the voice.

He was sitting in the hospital bed next to me, also freed from his body board and, I saw with a hint of annoyance, his neck brace.

I was surprised by how young he was. Whenever I had pictured the man in the other car, I'd foolishly thought of some balding, middle age man that resembled one of Charlie's deputies. But this guy was young, maybe my age or a little older. He had a strange color of hair: blond, red, and brown at the same time. His eyes were fixed on me, and I could see they were green. He was handsome, quite possibly the most handsome man I'd ever seen.

"Why don't you have to wear yours?" I asked.

I was sure Nancy the Nurse wouldn't have let him take his off if she hadn't taken mine off, too.

But he shrugged, the smile abruptly fading from his face.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice very serious.

I shrugged, and was surprised to see that the motion hurt a bit.

"It's okay," I assured him, "I'm fine."

He grinned a little at that.

"I hope you have insurance, though," I said, thinking of Rosalie's beloved BMW.

He chuckled, and I turned my body to look at him again.

"Yes, don't worry, I'm covered," he replied, "Although, I hope you car isn't too badly damaged."

"It wasn't my car," I said, although that didn't make it much better. My truck probably would've gotten out of that accident without a scratch. "It was my roommate's. She's going to kill me."

Outside the door to our ward there was a loud commotion. I heard the sound of stretchers being wheeled quickly down the hallway, and the shouting of nurses and paramedics. One of the nurses in our ward ran out the door and into the fray.

Both of us turned our heads towards the door, curious.

"I hope no one's hurt," I murmured.

He laughed at that, a full laugh that sounded more musical than any laugh I'd ever heard. I turned to look at him, feeling my eye brows furrowing together. I couldn't find anything funny in what I'd said.

"What?" I asked.

But he shook his head.

The door swung open again and Dr. Cullen walked in, followed by Nancy the Nurse. He smiled when he saw me, and I tried to shrug, but it hurt. Again.

"Bella Swan, I should've known. Didn't I tell you I didn't want to see you back here again?" he said, still smiling.

"Sorry, Dr. Cullen. But I didn't fall over anything this time," I said.

He glanced down at my chart and said, "I can see that."

He set the chart down and moved to stand beside me so that he could examine me.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

"My shoulders and neck," I admitted, "My head's throbbing a little."

"It looks like you have a slight concussion," Dr. Cullen replied, "And quite a bit of whip lash. You'll need stitches for that cut on your forehead."

So that's where the blood came from, I thought.

"Your collarbone might be broken, so we'll need to get some x-rays."

He moved away and picked up my chart again.

"Can I take the neck brace off yet?" I asked.

"Not quite yet," he replied, "We have to run some tests first. I want to make sure there's no internal bleeding. Unfortunately, we just had a bus accident and the passengers were just brought in. So it might be a while."

Great.

"I believe your room mates were called, so they should be here soon," Dr. Cullen said, trying make me happier.

But that only made it worse.

EPOV

I was surprised when the doctor walked in. He looked far too young to be a doctor, only a few years older than I was, maybe. He went straight to the girl, ready to examine her. I didn't mind, she was most certainly the worse off between the two of us.

Of course, that was my fault. All my fault.

I watched him talk with her, my mind working on two levels. The first was surprised to hear her name, and notice that they seemed to know each other. Judging from their conversations, this wasn't her first ER visit by far. Interesting.

The second level was focused entirely on her, watching her every move for a sign of pain. Every time she winced I noticed, and felt another fresh stab of guilt. She was watching the doctor closely, and I watched her features. There was something in them. It was what I'd noticed when I'd first seen her, turning her face to find mine a few minutes before. They were perfect. It wasn't the typical sort of beauty that I'd grown used to. Her beauty was something entirely different, entirely her own.

I barely noticed the doctor turning his attention to me, and was able to snap my eyes to him before she noticed.

"Mr. Masen?" he asked, "I'm Dr. Cullen, the doctor on duty."

I saw his eyes flit to my neck, and then to the neck brace, which I'd thrown into the chair in the corner.

"You seem to have come out of this rather lucky," he said, reading my file, "Just a few bumps and bruises. We'll need to keep you here a bit longer, however. I want to run some tests, check for internal bleeding."

I nodded. That was fine with me.

He shut my file, and frowned down at me.

"You and Miss Swan are very lucky," he repeated, "From what I've heard, you both should have come out of that wreck with much more damage."

I winced internally. I was an idiot, a complete and utter failure. How could I have been so irresponsible?

Dr. Cullen put my file back at the foot of my bed, and with one last look walked out of the room. I glanced over at Bella Swan, who gave a small smile.

"It looks like we're going to be here for a while," she said.

The little bit of motion seemed to have brought on a new wave of pain. Her face went pale, paler than usual, and her jaw tightened.

"Should I call the nurse?" I asked, already looking around.

But the nurse had disappeared with Dr. Cullen.

"No, I'm fine," she said, quickly. "I'm Bella."

"Edward Masen," I replied.

"Pleased to meet you," she murmured.

I heard a loud laughter in the hallway, and shut my eyes. There was no mistaking that laughter. Emmett and Jasper were here.

The door swung open again and I heard Emmett shout down the hall, "Give me a call sometime, baby! Stay fine!"

Smooth, my roommate was not.

"Damn, Jasper, did you see that? She was fine," Emmett continued in a slighter quieter voice.

"Stop hitting on the nurses, Emmett," I called.

"Edward, my man!" Emmett shouted, coming over to my bed.

Jasper trailed behind him, looking very embarrassed. Emmett's antics usually annoyed Jasper more than they annoyed me.

"Hey, Ed, how are you?" Jasper asked.

"I'll be fine," I replied.

"We're here to bust you out," Emmett replied, "Here's the plan: Jasper and I will take out the nurses while you steal a disguise, then we'll shimmy down the water pipe…"

"Or we could wait until they discharge him, Emmett," Jasper said.

"Fine, but I better get a date with that blonde nurse," Emmett growled.

I heard quiet laughter coming from Bella Swan's bed, and turned my head just enough to see her trying not to laugh. Emmett and Jasper looked over, too.

"Edward, is that who you hit?" Jasper asked, concerned.

I nodded.

"She's fine," Emmett hissed.

"Emmett!" I hissed.

"Stop hitting on everyone!" Jasper said, and punched him in the arm.

The nurse walked into the room again, and cast her eyes over at us. She frowned.

"This is a hospital! There are sick and injured people here. Please control yourself," she scolded.

She glanced over at Bella, and then briskly shut the curtain between our beds, so we wouldn't disturb her.

BPOV

Nancy the Nurse continued her torture. After shutting the curtain separating my bed from Edward Masen's, she started to stitch up my forehead.

I wasn't really feeling much pain anymore. They'd pumped me with enough painkillers to make everything kind of hazy. Maybe that's why Edward Masen looked more like a god than a human.

But his friends weren't annoying me. Nancy the Nurse kept hissing things under her breath whenever the big one made another obnoxious comment about the "blonde nurse". I thought it was funny. After all, how many people came to the ER and hit on the nurses? Maybe it was a guy thing. But Edward and the other guy weren't hitting on anyone…

The door to the room slammed open, and an incredibly small but powerful figure hurtled into the room.

"Bella! Oh my God!"

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