“I think so. He’s here somewhere, but they didn’t make him use a stretcher.”
I knew I wasn’t crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain away what I’d seen.
They wheeled me away then, to X-ray my head. I told them there was nothing wrong, and I was right. Not even a concussion. I asked if I could leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was trapped in the ER, waiting, harassed by Tyler’s constant apologies and promises to make it up to me. No matter how many times I tried to convince him I was fine, he continued to torment himself. Finally, I closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a remorseful mumbling.
“Is she sleeping?” a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open.
Edward was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him. It wasn’t easy — it would have been more natural 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 brilliant teeth. He moved to sit on the edge of Tyler’s bed, facing me. He smirked again.
“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked me.
“There’s nothing wrong with me at all, but they won’t let me go,” I complained. “How come you aren’t strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?”
“It’s all about who you know,” he answered. “But don’t worry, I came to spring you.”
Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond . . . and he was handsomer than any movie star I’d ever seen. He was pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie’s description, this had to be Edward’s father.
“So, Miss Swan,” Dr. Cullen 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, and turned it on.
“Your X-rays look good,” he said. “Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard.”
“It’s fine,” I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Edward.
The doctor’s cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when I winced.
“Tender?” he asked.
“Not really.” I’d had worse.
I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward’s patronizing smile. My eyes narrowed.
“Well, your father is in the waiting room — you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all.”
“Can’t I go back to school?” I asked, imagining Charlie trying to be attentive.
“Maybe you should take it easy today.”
I glanced at Edward. “Does he get to go to school?”
“Someone has to spread the good news that we survived,” Edward said smugly.
“Actually,” Dr. Cullen corrected, “most of the school seems to be in the waiting room.”
“Oh no,” I moaned, covering my face with my hands.
Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to stay?”
“No, no!” I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and hopping down quickly. Too quickly — I staggered, and Dr. Cullen caught me. He looked concerned.
“I’m fine,” I assured him again. No need to tell him my balance problems had nothing to do with hitting my head.
“Take some Tylenol for the pain,” he suggested as he steadied me.
“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” I insisted.
“It sounds like you were extremely lucky,” Dr. Cullen said, smiling as he signed my chart with a flourish.
“Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me,” I amended with a hard glance at the subject of my statement.
“Oh, well, yes,” Dr. Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in front of him. Then he looked away, at Tyler, and walked to the next bed. My intuition flickered; the doctor was in on it.
“I’m afraid that you’ll have to stay with us just a little bit longer,” he said to Tyler, and began checking his cuts.
As soon as the doctor’s back was turned, I moved to Edward’s side.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I hissed under my breath. He took a step back from me, his jaw suddenly clenched.
“Your father is waiting for you,” he said through his teeth.
I glanced at Dr. Cullen and Tyler.
“I’d like to speak with you alone, if you don’t mind,” I pressed.
He glared, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, he spun around to face me.