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  der the bed.
  there was another flurry of hospital persoher stretcher brought
  to the bed yler my gover
  eath the bloodstained bandages ed tightly around his head.
  tyler looked a huha he was staring
  anxiously at me.
  ”bella, i'm so sorry!”
  ”i'm fiyler — you look awful, are yht?” as we spoke,
  nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow
  slices all over his forehead a cheek.
  he ighought i was going to kill you! i was going too fast,
  and i hit the ig…” he wine ed dabbing at his
  face.
  ”don't worry about it; you missed me.”
  ”how did you get out of the way so fast? you were there, and then you
  were gone…”
  ”umm… edulled me out of the way.”
  he looked fused. ”who?”
  ”edward — he was stao me.” i'd always been a terrible
  liar; i didn't sound g at all.
  ”? i didn't see him… as 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 knew i wasn't crazy. ehere lain
  away what i'd seen.
  they wheeled me away then, to x-ray my head. i told them there was
  n, and i was right. not even a . i asked if i could
  leave, but the nurse said i had to talk to a doctor first. so i was
  trapped iing, harassed by tyler's t apologies and
  promises to make it up to me. no matter how maried to
  ce him i was fiiorment himself. finally, i
  y eyes and ignored him. he kept up a remorseful mumbling.
  ”is she sleeping?” a musical voice asked. my eyes flew open.
  edward was standi of my bed, smirking. i glared at him. it
  was would have beeural to ogle.
  ”hey, edward, i'm really sorry —” tyler began.
  edward lifted a hand to stop him.
  ”no blood, no foul,” he said, flashing his brilliah. he moved to
  sit oyler's bed, fag me. he smirked again.
  ”so, what's the verdict?” he asked me.
  ”there's n with me at all, but they wo me go,” i
  plained. ”how e you aren't strapped to a gur of
  us?”
  ”it's all about who you know,” he a don't worry, i came to
  spring you.”
  then a doctor walked around the d my mouth fell open. he was
  young, he was blond… and he was hahan aar i'd ever
  seen. he ale, though, and tired-looking, with der his
  eyes. from charlie's des, this had to be edward's father.
  ”so, miss swan,” dr. said in a remarkably appealing voice, ”how
  are you feeling?”
  ”i'm fine,” i said, for the last time, i hoped.
  he walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, a on.
  ”your x-rays look good,” he said. ”does your head hurt? edward said you
  hit it pretty hard.”
  ”it's fied with a sigh, throwing a quick scoard.
  the doctor's gers probed lightly along my skull. he noti
  i winced.
  ”tender?” he asked.
  ”not really.” i'd had worse.
  i heard a chud looked over to see edward's patronizing smile. my
  eyes narrowed.
  ”well, your father is iing room — you e with him now.
  but e back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with yht at
  all.”
  ”'t i go back to school?” i asked, imaginio be
  attentive.
  ”maybe you should take it easy today.”
  i gla edward. ”does he get to go to school?”
  ”someoood we survived,” edward said
  smugly.
  ”actually,” dr. corrected, ”most of the ss to be in the
  waiting room.”
  ”oh no,” i moaned, y fa