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           "I’dalwaysbeenaterribleliar;Ididn’tsoundconvincingatall.

           "Cullen?Ididn’tseehim...wow,itwasallsofast,Iguess.Isheokay?"

           "Ithinkso.He’sheresomewhere,buttheydidn’tmakehimuseastretcher."

           IknewIwasn’tcrazy.Whathadhappened?TherewasnowaytoexplainawaywhatI’dseen.

           Theywheeledmeawaythen,toX-raymyhead.Itoldthemtherewasnothingwrong,andIwasright.Notevenaconcussion.IaskedifIcouldleave,butthenursesaidIhadtotalktoadoctorfirst.SoIwastrappedintheER,waiting,harassedbyTyler’sconstantapologiesandpromisestomakeituptome.NomatterhowmanytimesItriedtoconvincehimIwasfine,hecontinuedtotormenthimself.Finally,Iclosedmyeyesandignoredhim.Hekeptuparemorsefulmumbling.

           "Isshesleeping?"amusicalvoiceasked.Myeyesflewopen.

           Edwardwasstandingatthefootofmybed,smirking.Iglaredathim.Itwasn’teasy-itwouldhavebeenmorenaturaltoogle.

           "Hey,Edward,I’mreallysorry-"Tylerbegan.

           Edwardliftedahandtostophim.

           "Noblood,nofoul,"hesaid,flashinghisbrilliantteeth.HemovedtositontheedgeofTyler’sbed,facingme.Hesmirkedagain.

           "So,what’stheverdict?"heaskedme.

           "There’snothingwrongwithmeatall,buttheywon’tletmego,"Icomplained."Howcomeyouaren’tstrappedtoagurneyliketherestofus?"

           "It’sallaboutwhoyouknow,"heanswered."Butdon’tworry,Icametospringyou."

           Thenadoctorwalkedaroundthecorner,andmymouthfellopen.Hewas

           young,hewasblond...