to examine her face, to see if she was conscious -hoping fiercely that she was not bleeding anywhere.
Her eyes were open, staring in shock.
"Bella?" I asked urgently. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." She said the words automatically in a dazed voice.
Relief, so exquisite it was nearly pain, washed through me at the sound of her voice. I sucked in a breath
through my teeth, and did not mind the accompanying burn in my throat. I almost welcomed it.
She struggled to sit up, but I was not ready to release her. It felt somehow...safer? Better, at least,
having her tucked into my side.
"Be careful," I warned her. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."
There had been no smell of fresh blood -a mercy, that- but this did not rule out internal damage. I was
abruptly anxious to get her to Carlisle and a full compliment of radiology equipment.
"Ow," she said, her tone comically shocked as she realized I was right about her head.
"That's what I thought." Relief made it funny to me, made me almost giddy.
"How in the..." Her voice trailed off, and her eyelids fluttered. "How did you get over here so fast?"
The relief turned sour, the humor vanished. She had noticed too much. Now that it appeared that the
girl was in decent shape, the anxiety for my family became severe.
"I was standing right next to you, Bella." I knew from experience that if I was very confident as I lied, it
made any questioner less sure of the truth.
She struggled to move again, and this time I allowed it. I needed to breathe so that I could play my role
correctly. I needed space from her warm-blooded heat so that it would not combine with her scent to
overwhelm me. I slid away from her, as far as was possible in the small space between the wrecked#p#分页标题#e#
vehicles.
She stared up at me, and I stared back. To look away first was a mistake only an incompetent liar would
make, and I was not an incompetent liar. My expression was smooth, benign... It seemed to confuse her.
That was good.
The accident scene was surrounded now. Mostly students, children, peering and pushing through the
cracks to see if any mangled bodies were visible. There was a babble of shouting and a gush of shocked
thought. I scanned the thoughts once to make sure there were no suspicions yet, and then tuned it out
and concentrated only on the girl.
She was distracted by the bedlam. She glanced around, her expression still stunned, and tried to get to
her feet.
I put my hand lightly on her shoulder to hold her down. "Just stay put for now." She seemed alright, but
should she really be moving her neck? Again, I wished for Carlisle. My years of theoretical medical study
were no match for his centuries of hands-on medical practice.
"But it's cold," she objected.
She had almost been crushed to death two distinct times and crippled one more, and it was the cold
that worried her. A chuckle slid through my teeth before I could remember that the situation was not
funny.
Bella blinked, and then her eyes focused on my face. "You were over there."
That sobered me again.
She glanced toward the south, though there was nothing to see now but the crumpled side of the van.
"You were by your car."
"No, I wasn't."
"I saw you," she insisted; her voice was childlike when she was being stubborn. Her chin jutted out.
"Bella, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way."
I stared deeply into her wide eyes, trying to will her into accepting my version -the only rational version
on the table.
Her jaw set. "No."
I tried to stay calm, to not panic. If only I could keep her quiet for a few moments, to give me a chance
to destroy the evidence....and undermine her story by disclosing her head injury.
Shouldn't it be easy to keep this silent, secretive girl quiet? If only she would trust me, just for a few
moments...
"Please, Bella," I said, and my voice was too intense, because I suddenly wanted her to trust me. Wanted
it badly, and not just in regards to this accident. A stupid desire. What sense would it make for her to
trust me?
"Why?" she asked, still defensive.
"Trust me," I pleaded.
"Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"
It made me angry to have to lie to her again, when I so much wished that I could somehow deserve her
trust. So, when I answered her, it was a retort.
"Fine."
"Fine," she echoed in the same tone.
While the rescue attempt began around us -adults arriving, authorities called, sirens in the distance- I
tried to ignore the girl and get my priorities in the right order. I searched through every mind in the lot,
the witnesses and the latecomers both, but I could find nothing dangerous. Many were surprised to see
me here beside Bella, but all concluded -as there was no other possible conclusion- that they had just