Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. As amazing as that would be, they all belong to Stephanie. Lucky duck.

A/N: Alright guys, well this is my very first fan fiction, but give me a chance. Since I always hate reading these things, I'm just gonna let you guys read. Enjoy!

BPOV

I couldn't help but run as the glass door to the ER slid open for me. My eyes searched through the stark white hallway, looking for someone, anyone who could point the way. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, but could have only been moments, I found what appeared to be a nurse's station. A few rushed strides brought me to the counter where I was forced to wait impatiently for someone's attention. My foot tapped with a nervous energy while the nurse finished with another woman and turned to me.

"What can I help you with, darling?" The woman seemed very kind, a round woman with an older appearance. I was sure she made a wonderful grandmother to some rowdy bunch of children.

"I'm trying to find my father, Charlie Swan." The words ran together slightly in my haste to get them out. "I was told that he's here and-"

"Oh yes, dear. Chief Swan." The nurse gave me a smile that I was sure had comforted many frantic family members, but I was to wound up to feel it's affects on me. "I do believe that the Chief is in room 357 down the ICU wing." The ICU? As in the Intensive Care Unit ICU? How could Charlie have found himself there? The nurse continued to give me her calming, everything in the world is wonderful smile as she told me where to go. I wasted no time in rushing towards the elevator she had motioned to. While the doors slowly closed and the soft hum of the elevator's motor started, my mind continued to replay that horrible phone call that had brought me so urgently to where I was now.

"Bella?" Static filled the line and the crack of thunder that shook the empty house made it that much more difficult to hear.

"Bella? Can… me?"

"Hello? Billy? Is that you?"

"Yeah!...about your dad. We were… and something… ambulance……Hospital. He's there… a while."

"What? Billy, you're cutting in and out. I can't understand you. What happened?" I clutched the phone to my ear, desperate to hear word on what had happened to Charlie.

"…tell you…loves you…to worry. He…talk to you…could."

My heart raced as my imagination filled in all of the words stolen by the static. I waited for Billy to tell me more when the line went dead. A loud crack of thunder roared through the house as the rest of the power went out and the house fell into darkness. I called Billy's name a few times in pure desperation, knowing it was useless. Angrily, I slammed the phone back onto it's cradle. Why did the phone have to choose that moment to disconnect? Finally, my anger subsided, only to be replaced by fear for my father. I had to find out what had happened. I made it out the front door and to my decrepit old truck in record time, almost forgetting to grab my purse off the counter and my jacket out of the closet before attempting to face the worsening storm.

In this small town of Forks, Washington, there was only one hospital and it was one that I had become acquainted with early on in my clumsy life. I could easily reach said hospital from any point within a 50 mile radius and have had to do so on numerous occasions. With so much experience, I could have made the drive blindfolded. I might as well have been considering how hard the rain was pouring down. Normally, I would have avoided driving in this type of weather or called someone to give me a ride. But come on, this was my father for goodness sake!

So here I was now, standing in an elevator crowded with doctors, nurses and other family members like myself. Of course, those family members weren't dripping wet because they had the foresight to grab and umbrella before running out into a storm. Way to go Bella.

I was snapped back to reality when the elevator dinged and slid open it's chrome doors. The shuffling of people as they exited the elevator began and I bit back a curse at the slow pace. With a quick glance at the floor number above the door, I saw that this wasn't even the floor that I wanted. I was less successful in my restraint and swore under my breath. When the doors opened again, I checked the floor number before rushing out and off down the left hall. 354…355…356…357!

I hesitated for a moment outside the door. What would I find on the other side? I didn't really know what had happened to Charlie to bring him here. Gathering my courage, I pressed down on the handle and pushed the door open. As my gaze fell on the figure on the bed, I froze.

The small body before me seemed to be overwhelmed with tubes and wires that hooked up to beeping machines. Large white bandages wrapped tightly around such a tiny head, plastering dark curls flat with only a few strays escaping around the edges. My heart wretched at the sight of such a helpless child, but it was a child none the less. It was not my father that laid in the bed in front of me. But if he wasn't here, where was he?

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