Midnight Sun(27)

luck in this luckless day.
"Carlisle."
He'd heard my approach, and he was alarmed as soon as he saw my face. He jumped to his feet, his face
paling to bone white. He leaned forward across the neatly organized walnut desk.
Edward-you didn't-
"No, no, it's not that."
He took deep breath. Of course not. I'm sorry I entertained the thought. Your eyes, of course, I should
have known... He noted my still -golden eyes with relief.
"She's hurt, though, Carlisle, probably not seriously, but-"
"What happened?"
"A stupid car accident. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I couldn't just stand there -let
it crush her-"
Start over, I don't understand. How were you involved?
"A van skidded across the ice," I whispered. I stared at the wall behind him while I spoke. Instead of a
throng of framed diplomas, he had one simple oil painting -a favorite of his, an undiscovered Hassam.
"She was in the way. Alice saw it coming, but there wasn't time to do anything but really run across the
lot and shove her out of the way. No one noticed...except for her. I had to stop the van, too, but again,#p#分页标题#e#
nobody saw that...besides her. I'm...I'm sorry Carlisle. I didn't mean to put us in danger."
He circled the desk and put his hand on my shoulder.
You did the right thing. And it couldn't have been easy for you. I'm proud of you, Edward.
I could look him in the eye then. "She knows there's something...wrong with me."
"That doesn't matter. If we have to leave, we leave. What has she said?"
I shook my head, a little frustrated. "Nothing yet."
Yet?
"She agreed to my version of events -but she's expecting an explanation."
He frowned, pondering this.
"She hit her head -well, I did that," I continued quickly. "I knocked her to the ground fairly hard. She
seems fine, but... I don't think it will take much to discredit her account."
I felt like a cad just saying the words. Carlisle heard the distaste in my voice. Perhaps that won't be
necessary. Let's see what happens, shall we? It sounds like I have a patient to check on.
"Please," I said. "I'm so worried that I hurt her."
Carlisle's expression brightened. He smoothed his fair hair -just a few shades lighter than his golden
eyes- and he laughed.
It's been an interesting day for you, hasn't it? In his mind, I could see the irony, and it was humorous, at
least to him. Quite the reversal of roles. Somewhere during that short thoughtless second when I'd
sprinted across the icy lot, I had transformed from killer to protector.
I laughed with him, remembering how sure I'd been that Bella would never need protecting from
anything more than myself. There was an edge to my laugh because, van notwithstanding, that was still
entirely true.
I waited alone in Carlisle's office-one of the longer hours I had ever lived-listening to the hospital full of
thoughts.
Tyler Crowley, the van's driver, looked to be hurt worse than Bella, and the attention shifted to him
while she waited her turn to be X-rayed. Carlisle kept in the background, trusting the PA's diagnosis that
the girl was only slightly injured. This made me anxious, but I knew he was right. One glance at his face
and she would be
immediately reminded of me, of the fact that there was something not right about my family, and that
might set her talking.
She certainly had a willing enough partner to converse with. Tyler was consumed with guilt over the fact
that he had almost killed her, and he couldn't seem to shut up about it. I could see her expression
through his eyes, and it was clear that she wished he would stop. How did he not see that?
There was a tense moment for me when Tyler asked her how she'd gotten out of the way. I waited, not
breathing, as she hesitated.
"Um..." he heard her say. Then she paused for so long that Tyler wondered if his question had confused
her. Finally, she went on. "Edward pulled me out of the way."
I exhaled. And then my breathing accelerated. I'd never heard her speak my name before. I like the way
it sounded -even just hearing it through Tyler's thoughts. I wanted to hear it for myself...
"Edward Cullen," she said, when Tyler didn't realize who she meant. I found myself at the door, my hand
on the knob. The desire to see her was growing stronger. I had to remind myself of the need for caution.
"He was standing next to me."
"Cullen?" Huh. That's weird. "I didn't see him." I could have sworn... "Wow, it was 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 saw the thoughtful look
on her face, the suspicious tightening of her eyes, but these little changes in her expression were lost on
Tyler.
She's pretty, he was thinking, almost in surprise. Even all messed up. Not my usual type, still... I should