Hey guys, so I found this story on an old Flashdrive... It's one of the first stories I've ever written [so go easy on me!] I went through & tried to make some corrections & improve it. But I wanted to share it with you. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

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EPOV

I sighed, tiredly, as I slid off my white lab coat and draped it over my office chair. It had been a particularly long day today, a huge accident on the freeway caused multiple patients that needed emergency surgery, and since my father, Carlisle, and I were the best in the state, they were all lined up for us.

I clicked off the lamp on the corner of my desk and grabbed the keys to my Volvo and walked out of my office. I shut the door behind me, and turned the knob, making sure it was locked.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I walked towards the lobby.

"Goodnight Esther" I gave a small smile to the night time receptionist at the front desk. She was an older woman, with grey hair, and coke bottle glasses, she was always so sweet to all of the staff, taking on a motherly role, which some of us desperately needed here.

"Good night dear, try to get some sleep, you've been working too hard these days." she smiled at me from behind the desk, and went back to her paper work.

I turned down the hall and began to walk towards the parking garages when I saw her. A thin girl, crawling down the hallway, who was clearly pregnant, her arms and legs covered in blood. Her dark brown hair matted her to sweaty face. I dashed over to her, trying to keep my cool.

"Help me, Please, Help me!" she grabbed onto my forearm tightly, looking up at me, her huge chocolate brown eyes wide in fear, tears streaming down her bruised, bloody face. She screamed out in pain as she squeezed my arm tighter. A contraction.

She was going into labor. There was so much blood. There shouldn't have been that much blood.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get a stretcher, stay right here sweetheart" I helped her sit upright against the wall, trying to ignore the blood. It's not that I was grossed out by blood. In a normal birth, there shouldn't be that much blood. I ran down the hall, yelling to Esther to page for help, as I grabbed an extra stretcher. I rolled it down the hallway back to the young girl.

I leaned down, so my face was level with hers. "My name is Dr. Cullen, and I'm going to help you, can you tell me your name?" I asked her, pushing her damp hair out of her face, trying to calm her down. Her breathing was shallow, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.

"Bella." She responded after taking a deep breath, looking up at me, fear filled her eyes. She squeezed my hand tighter, and breathed in deep, crying out in pain as another contraction jolted through her body.

"It's going to be okay Bella." I reassured her, as two nurses ran towards us. I ordered them to help me lift her onto the stretcher, not that I couldn't on my own, but I didn't want to cause her any more pain.

Bella grasped my hand tightly and wouldn't let go as we dashed her into the Emergency Unit.

"Dr. Cullen" the emergency birthing doctor, Dr. Ward, said as he walked in. "Thank you so much for your assistance, I've got it from here, I'll let you know how it went." he said quickly as the nurses got his utensils ready, and they began to put in the i.v's , sedating her to reduce the pain.

Dr. Ward was a great doctor, I knew she would be completely taken care of under him.

I nodded, beginning to walk away, I was stopped by a death grip on my hand. I turned around to look, Bella's blood covered hand grasped mine, tightly.

"Please don't leave." she whimpered, tears spilling out of her eyes, "Please don't go." she repeated. I walked back over to her, grabbing the towels by the bed, and began cleaning her up, trying to distract her from the nurses, and Dr. Ward.

"Where else am I going to go?" I asked her, and smiled.

In truth, I was going to go home to my empty house, and stay up half the night catching up on my DVR, and repeat another day at the hospital. She needed me, and usually, I didn't let myself get involved with the patients, but she just looked so vulnerable, and terrified, she was pulling at my heart strings.

"Bella, is there anyone I can call?" I asked her, once I had the majority of the blood cleaned off of her arms and face.

She shook her head feverishly, and grabbed my hand tightly, screaming at the pain. I whispered soothing words to her, trying to calm her down as Dr. Ward started the process. It didn't stop the screaming or the death grips though.

"Dr. Cullen" he said, many screams, and many moments later, looking at me with wide eyes. Shaking his head in defeat. I looked down and tried to hide my surprise at what was before me. She had given birth, to a stillborn baby boy.

I wiped my hand down my face, looking back at Bella, who knew immediately something was wrong by the deafening silence in the room. She was pale, and you could tell she had absolutely no fight left in her, with good reason, she had been through an emotional roller coaster, just in the short time she was here, and lord knows what she had endured before she got here.

"My baby..." she whispered, "Dr. Cullen, why isn't it crying? What's wrong with my baby?" she reached out for my hand again, I pinched the bridge of my nose and grabbed a nearby chair, pulling it up next to her.

"Bella, I'll tell you once the nurses have you cleaned up, okay?" I said, taking a seat. She nodded, but didn't let go of my hand. We sat like that for what seemed like hours, at some point she had drifted off into sleep, but I stayed in the room, exhausted myself. The color had returned to her face, she looked almost peaceful in her sleep.

"Dr. Cullen?" the voice jolted me out of my sleep, I woke up disoriented, and stiff. "you fell asleep too." She said softly, I rubbed my eyes and stood up, stretching out my body. I had always hated those hospital chairs. I looked down at her, and offered my best smile. At some point the nurses had come in and cleaned her up, as well as left a tray of food for the both of us.

"I guess I did." I straightened my shirt, out of habit, it was dirty, and bloody, and sat back down in the chair.

"Dr. Cullen, please" she sighed, picking at the rubbery hospital food. "I need to know."

"Call me Edward, please." I said softly, she nodded, looking at me expectantly, there was no way I was getting out of this. "Your baby…" I began, running my fingers through my messy hair "..well" I cleared my throat, struggling with what I was about to tell her.

This was never my job, I performed the surgeries, that was it, if somebody didn't make it, the nurses, or my intern told the family, I always managed to avoid this part of the job. This was the one thing I couldn't handle about this job, it bothered me to hurt others.

"oh god!" Bella's cry pierced through my thoughts, her voice trembled as she wailed in pain, I shook my head defeated, she pushed her tray of food to the floor, and curled into a ball, her body shaking with sobs. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I didn't know what else to do to help ease her pain.

She never let go of my hand, so I sat next to her the entire night, listening to her sobs, rubbing her back, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay.

During the late hours of the night, right before dawn, her body finally relaxed as she fell into a deep sleep. I didn't want to leave her, even though I knew I needed to, I had to sleep, I had to try and remain professional. I slipped out of her room quietly and walked out to the lobby, completely looking like death I'm sure, I didn't even want to see myself, I pulled out my cell phone. I dialed the familiar number of my younger sister Alice, she would know what to do, she always did.