Growing More

Chapter 23: Frenemies

(Sorry guys. I started this chapter earlier but I got some pretty bad news and I didn't feel like continuing for an hour or so. Here's your update though, hope you enjoy.)

Bella's POV:

I felt the warm blood dripping down my face, and I could taste it on my trembling lips as the tears streamed down my face. Rosalie was screaming in the background and Edward was kneeled down next to me, trying to get me to look at him.

I heard Esme scolding Rosalie, and Emmett trying to defend her. Jasper was comforting Alice, who was crying, and Carlisle was just standing there, probably unable to believe what just unfolded.

"Bella, Love, look at me, please," Edward pleaded, holding my face between his hands. I felt him trying to wipe away the tears that flowed down my cheeks like rivers.

"No!" I screamed, and it caused more sobs to erupt from me. My whole body was shaking, and my head stung where Rosalie pulled my hair.

Edward flinched from my screaming, but he held his ground. He picked me up bridal style and I felt him walking, the swaying making my stomach that was already in knots churn.

"Oh, my God... Carlisle!" Alice cried when she saw my face. Through my blurry eyes, I could see Edward looking away from me, not wanting to see the damage.

"Edward, look at her face!" Alice told him.

"No," Edward croaked, as he walked me up the stairs.

I started crying more as it felt like I couldn't breathe through my nose. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but the taste of blood on my tongue made my stomach heave.

"Edward! Put me down!" I screamed before clamping my lips together to prevent myself from throwing up.

He slowly put me down, when he finally looked at me. I saw his eyes well up when he gasped, and a few tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes.

"Bell," he sighed, "I'm so sorry."

I couldn't reply. I ran as quickly as I could to the bathroom, and I heard him running behind me calling for Carlisle.

I threw the toilet seat up and ducked my head in the toilet before I threw up.

Edward held my hair away from my clammy, sweaty face. I heard footsteps running into the bathroom.

"What happened?" I heard Carlisle ask.

"I think it was the blood. She's always been sensitive," Edward explained. I felt Edward kneel down behind me and rub my back with one hand soothingly while holding my hair with the other.

"Bella, can you look at me?" Carlisle asked, and my stomach heaved again.

"I guess not," he said, "we'll have to wait for it to stop."

The smell of the blood mixed with the toilet made my head spin, and the room began spinning as well. I groaned, and my stomach heaved once more before I fell back against Edward, everything going black.

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"When will she wake up?" a heavenly voice asked. It was vague and bubbly, like I was under water, but it was pleasant nonetheless.

"She should've woken up by now. If I treated her right, I bet she can hear us," another voice murmured, farther away.

"Bell? Can you hear me?" the heavenly voice asked. It was clearer this time, and the angel seemed closer. I wanted to respond, but my body rejected anything I wanted to do.

"We took care of Rosalie," a chirpy, familiar voice said.

"Good," the angel growled. It frightened me, but I still loved the sound of his voice.

"Bella? If you can hear Edward, squeeze your right hand." the farther away, manly voice told me. I didn't want to, I wanted to stay here, listening to the angel's voice.

Then, it connected. The angel was Edward. I used all the force I could muster to contract my fingers. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

"She squeezed my fingers! Bell, baby, can you open your eyes?" Edward murmured in my ear. I used the rest of my strength and my eyes snapped open, the bright light flooding into my pupils, making me blink furiously.

"Bella," Edward sighed, relieved.

I looked at him. I knew his name, but why did he care about me? Why was he calling me Bella - how did he know I preferred that?

Where was I? Who was this blonde man who was walking towards me? I knew I could trust him, but I didn't know why.

"Edward, who are they? Where am I? How do you know me, and why do you care?" I asked Edward, and Edward flinched.

"What do you mean, Bella? That's my dad and your sister, Alice!"

I looked at the pixie girl who was staring at me incredulously. The blonde man froze halfway towards me.

"Move, Edward, I think she has a concussion." the blonde man said, and Edward walked over to the girl. I heard the whole conversation.

"Alice, how can she not remember us? Remember me? I was her first kiss, her first boyfriend, her first love!" Edward cried. Really? He was right, how could I forget that? But I did: I didn't remember anything he was talking about.

"I'm her freaking sister! How do you think I feel? At least she remembers your name!"

I didn't want to hear anymore. The blonde man flashed a flashlight into my eyes, telling me to look at his finger. Then, he used a tiny hammer and tapped my knee. My knee kicked after a second.

The man wrote some things on a clipboard before turning to Edward, who was biting his nails and staring at me from the foot of the bed.

"Edward," the man whimpered, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What? Just tell me, Carlisle, what's wrong with her?"

"Amnesia."