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Sorry for the wait. My computer has been acting up. Every letter I type, it takes forever to show up on screen. I will get it fixed so I don't know how long I will be without a computer. Again, sorry for the wait.

Chapter 4

Previously:

"Maybe I'll have to see a doctor sooner rather than later." I said

"I'll call my dad." She said getting up and taking out her cell phone.

Bella's POV:

Rosalie got off the phone and walked towards me. "Okay he knows we're coming. We can take your car." Her voice sounded different. It sounded like she wasn't using her nose, if that made sense.

I nodded, "Yeah, but you're going to have to drive." I said, doubling over. All of a sudden, I started feeling sick and there was an unbelievable sharp pain throbbing in my arm.

Her eyes looked concerned. She ran to me fast. She must've been a track star. She cradled me and looked into my eyes, "Are you alright?" She asked gently. Her hands were cold and soft. It made my heart beat faster.

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Come on." She helped me get up and led me outside. Rosalie opened the door for us and I leaned on her for support. The cold air hit me hard, I got dizzy and I began to fall. Rosalie held onto my tighter, preventing me from hitting the cold concrete.

"Thanks." I whispered. She smiled at me gently in return. "Which one is it?"

I pointed, "It's the red corvette." She walked me to the passenger side. "It's a nice car."

She was trying to distract me from the pain. I smiled, "It's not mine. It belongs to a friend of mine. I'm more of a Mustang type of girl."

She opened the door for me and got me inside before rushing to the driver's side. We decided to go to the hospital instead of her home.

The pain was getting worse. We hardly talked during the ride. Rosalie was busy driving with worry in her eyes and I was in too much pain. I started nodding off and Rosalie had to keep nudging me awake.

"We're almost there." She said in a beautiful musical voice. Her voice was so soothing despite it being laced with worry.

I saw black before pain in my other arm brought me back from falling asleep. I yelped. It almost felt like I got hit with a sledgehammer. I opened my eyes to see Rosalie staring at me with the passenger door ajar. She looked like she wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry. I had to do it. I kept calling your name and you wouldn't respond." She said in a cracked voice.

"You hit me?" I asked in a whisper, not really knowing what's going on.

She had a look of regret. "I didn't want to. I know that people aren't suppose to fall asleep when they're injured."

I chuckled, "It's fine. I'm not mad. In fact, I'm glad that you did." Her look softened but still held remorse.

She held out her hand, "We're here." I took her hand and she helped me out of the car and into the house. I started dozing off and Rosalie shook me, "Hey! Bella! Stay awake! Please stay awake!" I really didn't want to get hit again if I didn't have to. I reminded myself of the pain I felt and willed my body not to fall asleep.

A tall handsome blond man rushed to my side. He lifted my head up, looking into my eyes. He flashed a light into them and looked to Rosalie. He asked her something but I'm not quite sure what. He lifted me up and placed me on a soft bed. This made it even more difficult to keep awake. It would be so easy to fall asleep. "I'm Dr. Cullen but you can call me Carlisle." He said.

I nodded, "Hi Carlisle."

I felt the man lift my arm. "Bella, try to stay awake, please. I know it's hard but please try. Do you have your dog tags on your person?" He asked

I reached in my shirt and grabbed my dog tags out from under. Carlisle took one and read it. "Very useful." He said

He began to get everything set up. Rosalie was on my other side, stroking my head.

It felt like I've been here forever. It was agonizingly slow until Carlisle gave me painkillers. I started feeling the effects. My head felt like it wasn't there, I was numb everywhere. It felt like I was being massaged everywhere. I was on cloud nine.

"You did great Bella." He said, giving me back my dog tags.

I gave him thumbs up, still high from the painkillers. He smiled and proceeded to tell me what was wrong but honestly, I couldn't concentrate. Even if I was sober, I never understood medical terms.

He wrote down a prescription for me and handed it to me, "Here are more painkillers, should you need them. I would recommend you stay with someone to keep an eye on you. Do you live with anyone that could-"

"I live alone." I said

"There's no one to look after you?" He asked

I thought about Mitch for a moment but didn't want to ask him. Besides he would probably be too busy with the woman he went home with. I shrugged, "I'll be fine."

"I will be more than happy to look after you." Rosalie said eagerly. Carlisle looked at her and smiled knowingly.

I shook my head, "Thank you but that won't be necessary ma'am. I appreciate everything you two did." Rosalie looked like she was ready to protest but Carlisle put his hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stop.

I got up from the bed, "Where do I pay?"

"It's on the house?" Carlisle said

I smiled, "Thanks so much."

"At least let me drive you home." Rosalie said.

I smiled, "Thanks." She walked me out and all the while I started singing to Rosalie the song, 'American Soldier' by Toby Keith.

That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up the next morning with a bad headache and pain in my injured arm. I was confused for a while until memories of last night started kicking in. "Oh no." I groaned at the memory of singing to Rosalie. I felt my face flush. "I'm never taking pain killers around people again."

I looked at the clock and realized I should get up. I got off my bed and headed to the shower. I then realized I never knew how I got home. I blacked out and don't remember arriving home. I made a mental note to myself to ask her what happened. Plus, it gave me another excuse to go see her again. A rather poor excuse but an excuse no less.

When I was done with my shower, I brushed my teeth, did my hair, put on my working clothes, put on my dog tags and sunglasses.

When I went outside, I was surprised to see Mitch's car. It was strange that he hadn't called me about it.

I arrived at the U.S. Marine base and went to my designated aircraft. I looked through the chart and began working. My partner, Vince came up behind me.

"Hey, welcome back soldier." He said, patting my shoulder.

"Thanks. It's good to be back." I said with a smile.

"I have to say, I'm surprised to see you here." He said picking up a tool.

"Why is that?" I asked

He shrugged, "You just got back. Don't you want to take some time off to get back into the groove of things?"

I jotted down a note, "No. I'll just end up staring at the wall until then. I just want to go to work."

"Hey listen, if you ever want to talk…" he trailed off.

I looked at him, "Thanks." I studied him. There was something different about him. Then it hit me, "Did you dye your hair?"

He put his hand up to his hair and smoothed it, "No. The color I had was fake."

I nodded, "I like this one better."

He smiled, clearly flattered. "Thanks."

Vince and I worked for about half hour before he stopped to stare. I followed his gaze behind me and saw Rosalie. My mouth wanted to drop in surprise.

Vince looked at me, "Do you know her?" He whispered. Rosalie was closing in on us fast. I looked at her. She wore a grey top with a black blouse, black trousers, and black shoes. Her beautiful blond hair hung around her shoulder in loose curls, her lips were dark pink, her eyes held determination, and her walk was graceful, authoritive and dominant.

I nodded, "Yeah."

He scoffed, "You automatically think she's here to see you? What an ego." He teased

I knocked him upside the head, "Shut up." I said playfully.

Rosalie reached to me and I looked down at her, standing on the wing of the plane. "Rosalie." I whispered in a smile. She smiled back. I started to take one step forward and stopped when I realized there was nothing left. I was relieved that I stopped myself from falling to the ground and making an ass out of myself…again.

Vince went up to her and stuck out his oily hand, "Hi. I'm Vince."

Rosalie was about to shake his hand but saw it smeared. Vince looked at it and retracted his hand, "Hi." He said.

"Hello." She said in an icy tone. Ouch.

Vince turned to me, "Bella, I'm going to get more oil. I'll be right back." He left without waiting for a response. I wonder if Rosalie scared him off.

I climbed down from the plane and landed with a loud thud.

"Thank you for…taking care of me." I said

She waved her hand in dismiss, "It was nothing. I'm happy to help you."

"Thanks. What can I do you for?" I asked.

"I came by to see how you are doing." She said

I nodded, "I'm okay. Um…I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?" Rosalie studied me. "I mean, Last night was kind of a blurr. I remember some things, but I'm still having gaps." I did my best to not remember me singing to her. I inwardly cringed.

She smiled, "No. You were fine."

I smiled.

Rosalie straightened up, "Listen, if you're not doing anything tomorrow night, how about we go to dinner together?"

How was it? Sorry for the cliffhanger, but if you want a huge hint, you'll be happy with the response in the next chapter.

I found a tribute on youtube to soldiers. The link is on my profile if you want to see it.

Also, my story, 'The Struggle Between Mates' will be hopefull updated soon. I'm almost finished with the chapter.

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