Chapter 4 - 4

Bella POV:

I sit upright in the hospital bed, and glance over at Blaize, still unconscious. Charlie marches into our unit, and his face positively relaxes at the sight of me sitting there unharmed. Then he turns to look at Blaize. 'Is she...?' Charlie begins.

Dr Cullen walks in at that precise moment. 'Bella is fine, I've checked her over, no major injuries. Blaize has a few shallow cuts, but those have been cleaned, so no inflammation should occur.'

'Thank you, Doc,' Charlie says gratefully. He turns to Tyler, sitting on the bed behind me. 'You and I need to talk, young man.' Just then, I hear a muffled groan, and the shuffling of bed sheets as Blaize sits up. Tyler instantly starts apologizing again. 'I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorr-'

Charlie yanks the curtains shut.

Blaize grins and then turns to Dr Cullen. 'I just want you to tell Edward thank you. If it weren't for him, I'd have probably been crushed to a pulp.'

Charlie's brow furrows. 'Edward, your boy?' he asks.

Dr Cullen nods. 'Of course, Blaize. But you may want to tell him that yourself. He's waiting outside in the reception.'

Blaize POV:

Upon hearing that, I squeak, 'Thank you!' once more before darting out of the room.

I run into the stone figure of Edward as he stands up. 'Can I talk to you for a minute?'

'Sure.' Suddenly I get a little nervous. I look up at his honey eyes as he wills me to speak.

'I just wanna say thank you for saving me. I don't know how you did, but you managed to get over to me so fast, but you did, so... yeah.'

His eyes harden a little at this. 'Blaize, I was standing right next to you.'

'No, you weren't,' I persist. You were-'

'I was right next to you, Blaize,' he interrupts.

'Fine,' I scowl. He seems satisfied that I've stopped protesting. And then I say, 'Then explain the dents you left in the van with your hands.'

He growls under his breath. 'No one will believe you,' he mutters.

'But I believe it. I-' My breath stops short when he looks at me with those honey-coloured eyes. I look into the depths of his eyes, drowning... And then I shake my head. Again. I glare at him then storm off.

That night, I dreamt of Edward Cullen. I felt as if there were eyes watching me... My eyes spring open, breathing heavily laboured, and I glance around my room. And, just for a moment, I think I see Edward sitting in the corner, smiling faintly.