Edward POV

If I closed my eyes hard enough, and pressed my arms tighter around my head I could block it all out. I could sit and pretend that I was laying in bed with my wife at home, her back against my chest, my arms around her waist, breathing in her hair and scent deeply.

"Dr Cullen GSW seven year old male trauma four." A voice shouted from somewhere in front of me and a door slammed.

I groaned and straightened up, rubbing my eyes and blinking into the bright light that was streaming through the blinds. I moaned in the back of my throat as I stood up, joints clicking.

I put my pager on my belt and looked at the clock as I pulled on my white coat. I sighed, I was right, it was half past four, the reason the sun was so low in the sky, and after all it was December.

This wouldn't have been so bad had I not already been on shift for twenty nine hours.

Being a doctor was all I'd ever wanted to be when I was younger, and even now I couldn't understand why anyone would want me to be anything else.

Even Bella, my wife, who was my everything, didn't want me to change. I was sure she wanted me to work less, but she never pushed the idea.

I smiled and ran my finger down the glass of the photo frame that was sat on my desk, the only permanent feature besides my computer.

Her gaze shone out from the picture at me, as well as that of the smaller set of brown eyes identical beside hers. My smile got wider as I looked over my daughter, her five year old innocence touching all of her, especially her smile.

She had her mother's simple floorless perfections that made everyone fall in love with her. But her hair and her cheeks were all me, a perfect mix of her mother and father.

"Edward Trauma four!" The voice shouted again as one of the interns, Lauren stuck her head around the door, the same one who had shouted me earlier.

"Yeh GSW got it." I said and grabbed my stethoscope as I shot away from the desk, following her down the bustling corridors. The noise and overall heat intense for a small rainy town like Forks Washington.

I sighed as I looked over the boy laid up in front of me. His mother had finally been taken to the family room after crying and screaming for a good five minutes. I knew it was hard to leave a child when they were being looked over in the trauma room; after all I was a father. But what normal parents and sometimes I failed to remember was that there was nothing they could do, and that they were better to leave us to do our job rather than gush to know every detail.

"Bloods, triple of Amphetamine and tube him." I said, suppressing a yawn as I took a step back to allow one of the attending doctors to deliver the ingredients I had just asked for.

I heard a soft voice behind me, "I'll take over, you can look over my patient in bed fifteen, then you can go home." It said firmly at the end.

I turned around and smiled fleetingly, "Thanks dad." I called over my shoulder and rushed out of the rom, flinging my scrubs just about in the laundry chute as I passed it on my quest for the rest of the paediatric ward.

Being a paediatric Doctor as well as a father sometimes made it hard for me to deal with certain cases; you sometimes just couldn't separate the child on the crash table from my own daughter. I swallowed at the mere thought of Emma being in such a bad accident that it would mean her having to be in here.

I shook the thought out of my head as I plucked the chart from Laurens awaiting hands behind the call desk, calling a thank you which she mumbled a response.

Why she worked here I had no idea, she had no interest in medics, even if she had the knowledge to be the person who answered the phones and told me where I should be. She also knew all of the interns names without even having to try, something I had been trying to perfect for five and a bit years.

The problem with that was, by the time I learnt their name, they were about to move on to their next placement, or had left.

"So Mr and Mrs Weber... Jamie has been coughing for about ten hours is that right?" I couldn't help but let out a tired laugh towards the end as I looked up form my now swivel seat and clip board into the faces of Angela and Bean one of Bella's best friends and her husband.

Angela completed the four that was the high school hot girls, including my wife, and my sister and sister in law. Although Bella and Angela saw one another less than she did the other three, Angela was no less out of the loop.

"Hey Edward." She laughed and Ben rolled his eyes, but both of them had that anxious look in their eyes that only a parent could notice.

"Let's have a look at you then." I smiled and examined Jamie. He was only about eleven months old, and was as such slightly unwilling to let me put the stethoscope on his chest.

I listened for a few tries and then smiled at Angela and Ben.

"He's just got a cold, pick up this..." I trailed off as I finished his prescription and handed it to Angela.

"And give him a spoonful every night before you put him down and every morning when he wakes up." I said gently and stood up.

Angela laughed and I rubbed my eyes.

"You ready for home now Edward, how long have you been here?" She asked.

"About thirty one hours." I said and checked my phone, groaning when I realised when day it was, and why I had so many missed calls.

"So Bella knows about..." Ben tailed off and winced when he sat the panicked expression on my face.

"Its Emma's parents evening I know." I groaned at the end and rushed to my office without waving a goodbye or anything. I could have felt bad, but I knew god and Angel and Ben would forgive me.

As I pulled on my jacket, I began to pray that Bella would do the same.