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           ButIdidn’thaveachancetonoticeanythingelse,becausethevanwasstillcoming.Ithadcurledgratinglyaroundtheendofthetruckand,stillspinningandsliding,wasabouttocollidewithmeagain.

           Alowoathmademeawarethatsomeonewaswithme,andthevoicewasimpossiblenottorecognize.Twolong,whitehandsshotoutprotectivelyinfrontofme,andthevanshudderedtoastopafootfrommyface,thelargehandsfittingprovidentiallyintoadeepdentinthesideofthevan’sbody.

           Thenhishandsmovedsofasttheyblurred.Onewassuddenlygrippingunderthebodyofthevan,andsomethingwasdraggingme,swingingmylegsaroundlikearagdoll’s,tilltheyhitthetireofthetancar.Agroaningmetallicthudhurtmyears,andthevansettled,glasspopping,ontotheasphalt-exactlywhere,asecondago,mylegshadbeen.

           Itwasabsolutelysilentforonelongsecondbeforethescreamingbegan.Intheabruptbedlam,Icouldhearmorethanonepersonshoutingmyname.Butmoreclearlythanalltheyelling,IcouldhearEdwardCullen’slow,franticvoiceinmyear.

           "Bella?Areyouallright?"

           "I’mfine."Myvoicesoundedstrange.Itriedtositup,andrealizedhewasholdingmeagainstthesideofhisbodyinanirongrasp.

           "Becareful,"hewarnedasIstruggled."Ithinkyouhityourheadprettyhard."

           Ibecameawareofathrobbingachecenteredabovemyleftear.

           "Ow,"Isaid,surprised.

           "That’swhatIthought."Hisvoice,amazingly,soundedlikehewassuppressinglaughter.

           "Howinthe...