The idea for this fanfiction came from an anime called Nanaka 6/17, so I'm not taking full credit for the idea. I'm sorry if my spelling is bad sometimes, I tend to write when I'm sleepy. Anyway, enjoy the fanfiction, and don't forget to review!

Where was he? I wandered through the rain, looking around. He was just here, now he was gone.

"Edward?" I called out his name. He would hear me, even though it was raining so hard I could barely hear myself. We were in Seattle, then it started pouring rain, and he vanished…

I wandered up a flight of stairs. It led me to an upraised part of the town that had benches everywhere. I took a seat next to the steps, and waited.

I started to cry. What if he couldn't find me? I yelled out his name again. I didn't have an umbrella; I was soaked.

He wouldn't be anywhere near here. He was probably down where we were before. He would never think about looking for me up here. I stood up stiffly. My clothes were heavy and wet. I stifled my cries, and began to walk down the steps that I had come up.

They were old and made out of stone, some even had weeds growing from the cracks.

I wasn't watching my feet. I was looking around the city below, searching for any sign of civilization. So, at first, I didn't even realize that I had slipped. I couldn't think. All I could feel was pain as my body was thrown down the steps. My back hit the stone in weird ways. When would I reach the ground? I let out a small scream, but I was silenced by the sharp cracking sound I heard. Everything was black. I could feel the warm rush of blood falling across my face. The fall was over. I wasn't dead, though I was drifting. I felt weightless, serene. I could no longer feel the pain. I sat and listening to the soft calling of my name.

"Bella? Bella!" The voice was far away, though I could feel cold hands on my face. He said my name over and over, and I fell into unconsciousness listening to his angel voice.

Edward's POV.

The waiting room in the hospital smelled of stale bread and medication. It wasn't very inviting. A woman sat next to me, crying. I wanted to cry, too, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. She mumbled a name over and over again. Her dear 'Randy'. Her lovely star. I humored her, asking who it was she was here for.

"Oh, it's horrible! My husband, his heart finally gave out! Oh, I told him to take his medicine! I told him!" She burst out into loud (and a bit over exaggerated) sobs. "He…He…" I handed her a tissue from the table beside me. "He might…he might die!" she cried.

Could my Bella…die? No, I told myself. I wasn't going to take that as an option. Though I couldn't help but picture her limp body. Her non-beating heart. I stifled back a cry of pain.

The woman asked me a question.

"Er…what?" I asked her. She dabbed at her tears.

"Who are you here for?" she said, smiling a bit.

I didn't want to tell her. I got up silently and walked into a different room.

"A concussion?"

Bella had a concussion? I bit down hard on my tongue. At least she wasn't dead. The doctor pulled up an X-ray of her skull for me, tracing the thin crack with his index finger. I felt my body stiffen in response.

"It isn't quite so bad," he said, "It shouldn't hurt her too much, but she might not wake up for a while," he said.

It was bad, but I continued to tell myself 'at least she isn't dead' as if it was supposed to make me feel better. Bella…

"Can I see her?" I asked the doctor, who nodded once.

He led me into a small room, with a single bed with white sheets. The television was off, the curtains closed. It was dark, and the only sound was the steady beeping of her heart rate monitor. The sound was like a lullaby to an upset child. I instantly relaxed. She was safe. My Bella was safe.

Her hair was array, her hands lying gently by her sides. I walked over to her, and I heard the man leave the room. The white hospital chairs were almost as uncomfortable as the waiting room seats, but that didn't matter as I sat down and gently grabbed one of her hands.

She was warm, though her face was pale. She had a thick wad of gauze wrapped around her forehead to stop the bleeding. From what I've heard, she hadn't broken anything important, like a leg or an arm. She was just a bit scratched up.



But a concussion was a big deal. Her breathing was steady, her face a perfect mask. The heart monitor beeped steadily, slow. I reached my hand out to place it against her face, to trace her lovely features.

As soon as I touched her, her heart rate accelerated. A smile crept onto my lips. She was Bella, even if she was unconscious. I leaned in and pressed my lips lightly to hers, though her heart did not speed. This disappointed me. I continued to kiss her quietly, and eventually her heart picked up speed.

A young girl with a voice equivalent to Alice's said from beneath my lips,

"What are you doing, Edward?"

Awake? I backed away to sit in my chair, and she sat straight up, touching the gauze on her head. I almost jumped up to tell her to sit back down, but that same little child's voice stopped me cold.

"Gee whiz, what am I doing in the hospital?" her cute voice mumbled. She sounded like a six year old.

"Bella, why are you talking strange?" I asked. She turned to me. I thought she was about to remark to my question, but she was silent, staring at me with no expression.

Then her eyes got very wide, and she yelled, "Oh my goodness, Edward! I gotta get to school! Oh, Momma's gonna be so mad at me…" She jumped out of the bed, standing up. I flashed up from my own seat as well, holding my arms out in case she needed support.

"Bella, I don't think you should be standing up yet. And calm down, high school doesn't start for a long while." I said, grabbing her wrists and setting her on the bed.

"I don't understand, Edward. I gotta get to kindergarten before Miss Applebaum calls Momma again. I can't be late!" She said, crying.

Kindergarten? I froze.

"Bella, you're a high school student."

She smiled a gentle smile, but her features were confused.

"Huh? No, I'm in Kindergarten…But, wow, am I tall now! Wonder what happened?"

Oh no. I told her to wait where she was, and dashed out the door for the doctor.

"Isabella seems to have a very rare case of amnesia, where she…ah…her memories…um…well, sir, she…thinks that she's six years old." The doctor said, pushing his glasses up to the rim of his nose.

"What?" I asked him.

"Eighteen year old Isabella," he said, drawing a circle on his whiteboard, "and six year old Isabella," he drew another circle in a different color far away from the first one. "Now, what's happened, is this…" he erased half of the 18 year old Bella circle, and replaced it with the same color as the 6 year old circle. "She's…um…half and half, sort of. Oh, but don't worry. This shouldn't last fr too long, it will go away, there is just no telling when."

I nodded once, and we both went back to Bella's room. She was holding the TV remote, turning channels. The doctor held me back. "Don't go in yet. Watch."

I did. Bella finally got to the channel she wanted, and started to smile. Spongebob Squarepants was playing. Something inside me twisted inside out. Bella crossed her legs and began to rock back and forth, humming along to the theme song.

I placed my hand over my face and turned away.

"Edward!" I heard a familiar voice calling out to me. My head snapped up to meet Carlisle in full shock. "I heard that you took Bella to the emergency room! What happened?"

The doctor that assisted me before spoke then. "Dr. Cullen?"

Carlisle shooed him away, then turned to me.

"Bella…um…" I looked back to her door, debating what to do. "Well, find out for yourself." I murmured, pushing open the door.