Disclaimer: This is not mine. Stephenie Meyer Owns. I am only responsibel for the plot, though if possible I'd own it in an instant!

Chapter One: Edward

"But dad, it's only Seattle. It's not like it's that far away!" my daughter yelled, for the fifth time in an hour. She was complaining because of her big dance competition, that I wouldn't let her go on.

"Clara Elizabeth Masen, one more word about this trip and you won't dance at all next year." It was harsh, but she needed to learn discipline.

"But...Fine! I don't get why I can't." she stuck out her lower lip and made her eyes really big. The Pout.

"Go look at your report card. Three Ds and an E. That's hardly enough to pass the year. You agreed that you would keep your grades up if I paid for these dance lessons. I've kept my end of the deal, and your's has been kept in two classes."

"Fine. No more about this sh-crap."

"The competition is in a month, right?" She nodded. "If you can get your grades raised to Cs by then, then we'll see about you going. Deal?"

"I love you daddy!" she squeeled, running into her room. "I'll work on school right now!" she yelled. This was going to be one long month.

Bella:

"Mom, what's up?" asked my daughter. She looked worried about something.

"Nothing, dear." she took my face in her hands.

"Mom, you suck at lying. Tell me what's wrong." she was right, again, of course.

"Well, your father-"

"What the hell did he do now? Did he demand more money?"

"He does want more money, to start another bike shop, and he's taking me to court-"

"Again! Why the hell would he do that?"

"Stop interrupting. He's going to sue me for 'damages to a motorcycle' and 'custody of the two children currently living in this house.' Can you believe that?"

"I refuse to live in his damned house. They can't make me."

"They can, dear. I just hope they'll see past his..vengefulness."

"Mom, you can't honestly think that they'll prefer him to you. I mean look, you've taken care of me and Billy, so they can't take us away."

"What about me and you, sis?" asked my only son, Billy.

"Dad's suing mom for us."

"That'll go over well." he said, sarcastic as always.

"Thanks for the support guys."

"No worries, mom." they said.

Edward:

I was just getting in from a 'date' that my mother had put me on, with this annoying Lauren girl. It was almost four in the morning when I walked into the living room. The first thing that I noticed was that something was wrong. It was...quieter than normal. I checked all of the main level rooms before heading up the stairs.

Once on the upper level I checked all of the rooms, besides Clara's and my own. I looked in mine first, since it came before my daughter's. Nothing wrong in there. Then I opened Clara's room. At first glance it looked peaceful. Then I noticed Clara's breathing. It was irregular, and she was grasping the edges of the bed, to try and dull the pain. I could see her gasping for breath, though she was sleeping.

I ran over to her and started shaking her, trying to wake her up. When that didn't work I started checking her vital signs. She had a racing pulse, her veins were carrying a lot of blood to the organs, quickly to try to get more oxygen to the organs. "Clara! Come one baby girl! Wake up!" She stopped breathing. I quickly tipped her head back, checked her mouth and throat for anything lodged in it, pinched her nose shut, and brethed into her mouth. After that I pushed on her sternum for five pushes, listened to her heart, and repeated six times before she started breathing again.

I took out my cell phone and called for an ambulance. "Hello, please, I need an ambluance."

"Why sir?" asked the lady.

"My daughter...she's having trouble breathing, and has stopped breathing once already."

"We have your address sir, an ambulance is on the way. I will stay on here with you until it arrives. Has anything else changed in her breathing or anything else?"

"N-no. Her pulse is racing and...she's grasping the sides of the bed, as if she's in pain." I heard a knock at the door and yelled, "it's open!" To the lady on the phone I said, "they're here."

"Okay, good-bye sir." I had no time to say anything back because the paramedics were in the room. They put her on the stretcher and wheeled her out of the house. I followed behind, and sat in the back of the ambulance. We got to the hospital in record time, and Clara had only stopped breathing once more, but was revived soon after.

It was only moments before the doctor examined her. "I'm sorry Edward. She needs extensive surgery on her heart and kidneys. We can do the kidneys here, but she's going to have to be transported for the heart operation."

"Where is she going to be taken?" I was trying hard not to fall into tears, but I was starting to fail at that miserably.

"She's going to have to go to Forks, Washington. The only surgeon in the world, Carlisle Cullen, can perform this surgery."

"Just help my baby girl." I turned from him, as he and the nurses prepared Clara for the kidney surgery.

"She's going to make it Edward." I hoped he was right.

a/n: i hoped you liked this first chapter. I know nothing about doctor talk or symptoms or anything like that. i was only winging this. review please!!