Hi everyone, thank you for reading this story.
Disclaim: I do NOT own Twilight, never have, never will.
Summery: Bella's a surgical intern and just got a job in Phoenix. But when she agreed to the job, she also agreed that she would be assigned and assist one doctor only. What happens when he's a cold hearted bastard? AH
Chapter one
I never liked planes. It was bad enough that I had a fear of heights let alone having the only entertainment on the plane was watching 'Snakes on a plane'. Two things I'm not too fond of. Planes and Snakes. So you couldn't exactly blame me for double checking every few minutes to see if someone unleashed a crate of snakes on the plane, can you?
The man sitting beside me started to get a bit antsy whenever I checked under my seat or looked around drastically at every sound that filled my ears. I think he's just about to go and complain to the flight attendant to see if I could get thrown off the plane. God I hope not. I know I'm being silly. It's just a movie. Plus I doubt that the employees are allowed to throw me off of a plane oh, about a good five hundred feet in the air. Yeah. I somehow doubt that.
Mentally kicking myself for not bringing my beloved Wurthing Heights book onto the plane, I took note to yell at dad for Not letting me take anything onto the plane.
'It's only a two and a half hour trip Bells, you've read that book over and over! Just watch whatever they play now-a-days and relax.' Dad's exact words played over and over in my head. It almost stopped me from thinking about looking for snakes! Oh how wrong he was. I would laugh if I wasn't afraid of making the man think that I was mentally compared or something.
"Please fasten your seatbelts as we are about to land in Phoenix airport in approximately ten minutes. Thank you for flying with American airlines. Hope you had a wonderful flight!" A woman's voice spoke on speaker, her voice impossibly sugar coated that it almost sickened me. Though it's her job, I still had to wonder how people would willingly want to spend their lives flying; I know I would be scared to death if I had to be on a plane 24/7 while watching Snakes on a plane. I would definitely lose it.
I sighed. Well at least they got to choose what they wanted to be. Unlike me. I was currently on my way to do my intern year in my home town, I couldn't believe that I had gotten it. Phoenix has always –from my college professors perceptive- filled with interns and that it was hard to get in unless you graduated from Phoenix college yourself. My luck became scarily overwhelming when I found out that not only was I able to get the job, but I also get to be under the control of one resident by myself. The best part about it, was that I was working under the best neurosurgeon in the world. Yep. I was currently waiting for a beam in the sky to drop and crush me and the luck that I knew I wasn't supposed to have.
Funny. When I grew up I would always shy away from blood. The smell of it would make me want to hurl, I couldn't say that I was completely cured of my phobia, but I'm at least able to stand it and able to cut strangers open.
The plane set down a bit bumpy. My hands in a constant death grip on the hand rests, so hard in fact that my knuckles started to turn white! I realized that as soon as we landed, the man beside me had up and left before I removed my hands from the rests. Am I really that bad to sit by?
Well apparently so.
Doing another quick once over, I unbuckled my seat belt, it seemed that I took that long that I was one of the last people left on the plane, in the lead with a woman in a wheel chair and the old man beside her with a cane stick. Damn I feel young at the moment.
After I got through security and grabbed my whole three cases of luggage, I dogged every living organism in the overcrowded airport and outside to the car park. Currently trying to flag down a taxi, why does everyone decide to grab a taxi when I'm trying to get one? Well. At least unlike Seattle I'm not freezing my ass off! It's the main reason why I made such a drastic move from Forks to Phoenix, that, and the fact that I grew up here.
Pity that mom and Phil doesn't live here anymore. If they hadn't moved to Jacksonville I would have gladly moved in with her, and I'm sure she would welcome me with open arms. She always was a bit wacky, always childlike and caring... I missed her so much. I haven't talked to her for about a month now, I really should call her or at least e-mail her when I get settled in. It's really the least I can do.
Currently I'm slowly, very slowly, paying off my college dept and a few other of my many bills. I was just under the hundred-thousand mark, mostly because I worked two jobs while studying full time. Charlie tried his best to let me let him pay for some of it, though I refused. No way was I going to accept any mount of his retirement fund. He worked hard for that. So I'm going to make it through this by myself.
When I finally got a taxi I stuffed all of my baggage into the boot of the car, then finally entered the vehicle and off to my new apartment. I couldn't say that the place I'm renting at the moment was the most spectacular of them all. In fact it's a dump. But what could you honestly expect for a kid who just graduated out of medical school?
In my honest opinion the flats weren't that bad. Brick, balcony, windows, sure, the outside might not look so great, but I'm sure the inside is very quaint.
Ok, so the inside isn't that far off as the outside. I mean. The walls could have done with a different color other than cream with some chips missing, but I'm sure once I'm done with the place it will end up looking great!
...I hope.
I unpacked all of my clothes, books and photo's I packed in the suit cases and placed them in the most fitting spaces. The apartment came furnished. It has a bed, draws, small table and chairs, fridge...what more could a person ask for?!
Ok, so maybe I'm just trying to make this sound more than it really was, but I was brought up to make the most of what you've got. When I grew up I didn't have all too much, I didn't mind either. New technology doesn't faze me like it does with all my fellow peers, it wasn't just technology either, I used to wear second-hand clothes to school also… That would probably explains why I didn't have many friends at school...
I decided to go out grocery shopping, I had nothing else to do, the small amount of items I brought with me were unpacked and I have nothing to pre-occupy myself other then re-read Jane Austin novels that I practically know off by heart. Which in my case is pretty sad. Normal girls at my age have boyfriends; some by now often have husbands and kids already! So sadly, the only romance in my life is the ones I read about in books or when I visit Mom and Phil. I know. Sad. But I'll live.
Walking seemed like the best option to get to the grocery store. I already knew where everything was. My old house is only a few blocks away from the apartments I'm living at, and the shops aren't too far, plus I don't want to waste all my money on cabs.
I love how it's the middle of autumn now and the sun's still out and burning brightly. Sure it can get pretty heated here in summer, but it's better than freezing my ass off! The shops were exactly how I remembered it. Crowded and over commercialized. Everywhere you look a sign will be up telling you to buy this or that item which is completely over priced when they have the same ingredients as the home brands. I'm serious, I checked the labels.
Once I grabbed a shopping cart I started up and down the aisles to find food that I could use. I noticed that as the years go by, so does the food you can cook in an oven or stove. Nearly everything on the shelves that I saw was all used for microwaves. I refuse to use one other then heating up food when I can't be bothered waiting. Which is most of the time.
Just as I turned the corner I collided with someone else's cart, making me fall over. My butt hit the floor hard, the bump was harder than I thought and also pushed and knocked my back down, making my head instantly go back and hit the floor, that collision was also very hard.
"OW!" Me and the lady I crashed into cried in pain.
This woke me up immediately. I quickly got up -ignoring that the floor was spinning and the ringing in my ears- and crawled over to the other lady. She was sitting up, so at least she didn't get her skull smashed in. She looked a few years younger than me. Short black pixie hair, from what I could see of her, short, and really pretty. She stared at the floor with a dead expression. Making me think that she was in shock for a moment.
"Um...e-excuse me?" I said, waving my hand around in the girls face.
She snapped out of it immediately, her head shot up and a panicked expression consumed her face. "Oh my god you're bleeding!" She screamed, I looked at her confused. I wasn't bleeding.
That was when I noticed how much my head really hurts. I winced in pain, my hand came up to my head, only to notice a warm sticky liquid coating my hair. Blood. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! The pain shot through my head like a dagger.
"C'mon, I'll take you to the ER, you need stitches." Alice said, trying her best to support most of my weight with such a small frame.
"N-no. I-I'm fin-fine." I scrambled out, though I knew I was the exact opposite.
Black stars danced across my vision as I knew that I probably have a concussion, with the amount of blood I could feel running down my hair I knew that I would need stitches and I was lucky I wasn't unconscious, a few degree's left and I could have been a goner.
"No you're not." She said, hoisting me through the isle. People stared but said nothing; this definitely reminded me of when I was younger. No one helps no matter what happened to you unless you were in a car accident and were blocking their road to work. So I was definitely surprised that this lady was helping me now.
She escorted me all the way outside, she was obviously stronger then what I give her credit for. She opened her car door and helped me sit down in the passenger seat, "What about the car seat? I'll get blood on it..." I muttered, trying my best to keep my eyes open and my head off of the seat pillow.
"Do you honestly think I care whether or not I need to clean a bit of blood off my seats?"
...
"Yes." I said as if it's the most obvious answer in the world.
She shook her head, "Where are you from? New York?"
"Forks, Washington." I said, trying to keep up a conversation so I wouldn't doze off.
"Yeah, I know the place. My family was thinking of moving there." She replied.
I snorted, "Why would you do that?"
"It's a small town, perfect for raising kids. Or at least that's what my mother said."
"I used to live here. I moved when I was a junior." I muttered.
"Oh? My family moved here when I was a junior. We came from Chicago."
"Hm, I saw the movie Chicago."
The lady started to laugh, "That was Chicago about forty years before I was born! Not to mention it's a movie."
"Still based there."
"Are you feeling ok? I mean, I'm not sure if it's the heat that's getting to you or the loss of blood." She asked, concerned.
"I think its answer B...Ha! B is the first letter of my name!" I said amused.
"Yep, definitely losing a lot of blood. The hospital not even a minute away, so try to keep up your breathing pattern."
"I know how to breathe." I snapped.
"Well, keep it up." She said.
She was right though, it took just under a minute. She came around to my side and helped me out. I looked back and saw that the seat didn't have any blood on it, mainly because I didn't allow myself to rest my head on the cushion, but still. My head still aching like a bitch, my world still spinning like I just got out of a hurricane and still I managed to breathe.
The lady didn't take me to the ER though; she completely skipped the huge line in the waiting room and continued on to the elevator. This confused me, "I thought we were going to the ER?"
"Yeah, but my father, brother and husband are doctors. So we don't need to wait in line for them." She said, her arm tightened around my waist when she thought I was slipping.
"Damn, well isn't that just convenient! I wish you guys were here when I lived here. I was in the ER basically once a week, twice depending on if I broke a bone or not." I said, she laughed, I guess she didn't think I was serious...
"Well, don't worry because my family is the best of the best." She said proudly.
"Okie dookie." I muttered, slightly swaying. Crap, I think I lost a bit too much blood.
Her other arm went around the front of my waist and locked with the other to stop me swaying, "Don't you dare faint on me, we're nearly there."
"You know I can do the stitches up myself! All I need is a few mirrors and I'll be fine. I'm supposed to be working here tomorrow anyway." I complained.
"I know." She said, "But I personally think that it would be wiser if you got someone else that isn't intoxicated would be a hell of a lot safer to do the stitching."
"Why do you care?" I asked, not trying to sound snobby and ungrateful for her help.
"Don't need to worry." She said as the elevator went ding! And opening for us. She pulled me through the doors before they closed and continued to walk through the not-so crowded hall.
"Edward!" She yelled to a bronze headed man, when he turned around to see who had called him I instantly forgot to breathe. He's a god. No, no, that's an understatement, words couldn't compare to his beauty. His nose was straight yet arched, his skin rather pale for someone who lives in Phoenix, kind of like mine though he's a tiny bit tanner. But his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were crusted into my mind for all eternity! Those emerald green orbs were like an emerald jewel cut in two. Only a god could have made this creature!
"Alice?" His voice velvet soft as he spoke.
"Alice? What's an Alice? I'm a Bella." I said confused.
"I knocked into her at the grocery store, our shopping carts collided and her head hit the ground hard. She's bleeding and I think she might need stitches." The girl said.
The man walked over to me, my face heating up as he came closer and closer, "Breathe Bella." The girl said beside me. I looked down at her confused until I noticed that I haven't been breathing for the past few seconds. I took a sharp intake of breath, it felt like a wave of water woke me up as I shivered at the sudden realization of how cold the hospital was to the outside streets of Arizona.
He circled us like a shark circles his pray, though he didn't have that expression. He stopped once he was standing behind my, his cool fingers lightly grazing my hair, looking at the wound. "Hmm, it's going to need at least six stitches." He muttered to himself. He placed a hand on the small of my back and ushered me into a small private room. One that you'd expect a snobby rich old man would die in. He sat me on the bed and told the girl and me that he'd be back.
"That's my brother, Edward." The girl said.
"He's human?" I asked, making myself feel stupid instantly, even though my head was losing blood.
She laughed, "Not many people think so."
"Oh?"
"He's not very...socialized. He's got a terrible bed side manor." She said. Oh, so he's most likely the preppy, rich, beauty type that sleeps around with half the female population in the city. I hate those people!
"Wait… What's an Alice again?"