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AN- This story is from Jasper's point of view only.


Chapter One.

The Devil Broke Me Again.


It was cold out tonight. Not the usually cold, more like an Alaska cold front. Good thing I had found numerous blankets in a garbage can. I quickly folded each quilt in half and laid them on the ground. Tonight, I would definitely be warm. The four blankets were folded to were it was actually eight. I smiled to myself and slid under the top blanket. It was so warm, well probably not to a person that sleeps in a house with heat every night but to me it was very warm. My eyes fluttered closed and before I knew it, my mind was reeling back to my past. I was not always homeless, actually I had just become homeless two years ago. I had a happy family but I did not have any friends and that is one reason why I'm here now. My past has haunted me for two whole years and as I look at my life from the present, it seems as if it is going to haunt me in the future. There was no getting over what had happened to my family and I would have to take the punishments that came with it after. Being unconscious was the only mind set that I could not live in but I had no choice but to sleep. I usually woke up every three hours or so but I always found a way to drift back off to sleep. I did not like to sleep but when my body went into shut off mode, not sleeping just was not an option. It was an requirement but the dreams still rolled through my mind like a movie.

I felt a hand grab my ankle. This sometimes happened when I dreamed. I would always think that someone was grabbing me. Touching me. I groaned and began to kick my legs. I could not wake up. Why could I not wake up? The hand pulled me off my blankets and I felt a fist connect with my nose. That is when reality hit me that this was not another one of my dreams. My eyes quickly opened and I stared wide eyed at whatever was assaulting me. I seen two familiar faces staring down at me. One of them grinned and their old steel toe boot caught the right side of my rib cage. I screamed out in shocking pain as the foot launched out at my side again. Another hand came down and right before it hit me in the face, I winched my eyes closed. The pain channeled through my body. My body was on fire. The only coherent thought that graced my mind was that I was going to die, and soon. "Grab...blankets..." My mind seemed to be shutting down on me and I could barely hear what the men were saying. My consciousness began to slip away and darkness would soon approach me. I felt one last blow to my skull and just like a light switch, darkness swallowed me within three fourths of a second.

I woke up to a blurry white ceiling. This was not the sky and I was not waking up to another morning on the streets. My vision began to clear and I notice gray specks on the ceiling. I looked down and around when it clicked. I had to be in a hospital. There was a light beeping noise and a needle in my hand. Yes, I was definitely in the hospital; but the question was, why was I here? How did I get here? What happened? All of a sudden, my mind started working overtime and every event that happened to me last came rushing back to me in an instant. I was assaulted. But why? Maybe they seen that I was a weak target or maybe they just wanted my blankets but whatever it was, they wanted to leave me for dead. How did I end up in the hospital? Well I could not answer that simple question myself. I did not know how I got here or even when I got here. I just did not know. Well when I finally accepted the fact that I was in a hospital, a nurse came swaying in as if no one was in the room. She had her eyes closed while she whistled a catchy tune. The nurse had to be around the age of 28 or 29. She had nice blond hair that was neatly tied up in a bun on the top of her head. Her round jaw line and her big eyes probably made her even more beautiful to men. Her scrubs hung loosely off her body like they were way too big. I'm guessing she did not know I was watching her so I swallow and said, "Excuse me." My throat was very sore and dry. She jumped and her eyes quickly glanced over at me. Her eyes connected with mines and went wide.

"Oh my God, you are woke." She uttered, walking over to me. Okay how long have I not been woke, I wanted to ask her. "Hold on, I will go get Dr. Cullen." Okay, I have a doctor now. I sure hope they were not expecting me to pay for this because I had no money and no insurance. They could have just let me died if I had to pay. The nurse nearly ran out the door and once again, my eyes roamed around the depressing room. I would rather live on the street any day then to live in this depressing room. There were not any pictures on the walls. The walls were white and plain. There was no television so the only thing I heard was the annoying sound of the heart monitor machine beeping. How fucking depressing that is. What if it stopped beeping? Would that mean you were dead because right now I wish it would stop. I did not know if I wanted to be dead or if I was just tired of the sound telling me my heart was working. I heard the door open again and I was guessing it was the crazy nurse again but boy was I wrong. I turned my head towards the door and met the piercing green eyes of a beautiful man. Beautiful actually was not a strong enough word to describe him. He had cropped bronze hair and pale skin, almost transparent. His lips were turned up into a lopsided grin while he walked over to me. I could see a sliver of her body's outline through the scrubs and white doctor coat.

"Hello Jasper" He said my name like it was a piece of candy he was eating on. My cock twitched and began to rise. Why was my fucking cock twitching while I was in the hospital? This hell hole would make anyone's cock lay down to rest. "I'm Edward or Dr. Cullen or Edward Cullen, whichever you prefer." He was standing right over me. His mint breath hit me with so much impact that I could have fainted and he smelled of the Clive Christian No 1 cologne I had smelt one day when I went to use Saks Fifth Avenue's bathroom. I would never forget the beautiful smell of the most expensive perfume. My thoughts were not coherent anymore so I said the one thing I knew I could not mess up.

"Hi." He chuckled and went to the corner of the room. He grabbed a chair and pulled it back over to my bed. Sitting down in it, he flipped through a note pad.

"So, do you know why you are here?" Did I know why I was here? Ummm oh yeah, because someone had beat my ass over my blankets but I was not going to tell him that.

"No." I whispered quietly. He scanned my face for a while and smirked. Why was he smirking? Did I look bad? Oh great, a homeless man thinking about how he looks.

"Well Mr. Whitlock, you were assaulted in an alley on 59th street. Someone found you and called the police. You were beaten bad. You suffered from numerous broken ribs, a small fracture of the skull but not anything deadly, and many bruises..." I took in everything he said but it did not feel like I had broken ribs. I thought when you first break bones, they are sore for a while. I did not feel any soreness in my chest area. "...and you have been in a coma for four months and two days." What, a coma? How long have I been at this hospital? Well obviously four months and two days. "Your ribs have mostly healed back into place correctly, your fracture has been fixed, and your bruises have healed." He smiled up at me, watching me take in everything he said.

"So I'm back to normal?" I asked quietly, he still studying me.

"Well we will have to run some more test on you just to make sure but other than that, you are as good as new," I grinned. Thank god, I would be out of this place earlier than I thought. "You can go home after we run the test."

"That sounds great but I have no where to go." I chuckled and the thoughts about going back to living on the streets did not seem that appealing.

"What do you mean?" He had sat his pad down on a nearby table and scooted closer to me in the chair.

"Ummm I don't...um...have a home." I do not know why I was embarrassed to say I was homeless now. Maybe it was because I was talking to the most gorgeous doctor ever.

"Are you saying you are homeless?" I shook my head up and down, too embarrassed to say it now. His face turned pained and sadness boared into his eyes. "Well, I do not have to run the test now. I could say that you need to stay and rest some more. Would you like that?" I shook my head again and he smiled. He grabbed my hand and began to rub circles around the top of it. I could have died right then and there in that hospital bed. His hands were so soft and smooth yet so strong and muscular. "Well, I will tell the nurses to clear out the best room we have and I will have them move you there. Okay?" I shook my head again. "Are your hungry?"

"Yes." I uttered timidly. He chuckled and it was beautiful. Why was I so attracted to this man? Was I gay? I use to like women two years ago but I have not found anyone attractive since then. Maybe I was gay but if I was, I sure wanted to be gay with my doctor.

"I will also tell the nurses to bring you the best food anyone could cook." Did he treat every one of his patients like this?

"Do you treat all of your patients like this?" I asked him, traveling deep through his green eyes. He gave me another lopsided grin and moved his lips to just below my ear. His lips hovered inches away from my neck.

"No, you are the only one." He said, his breath tickling my neck. I swore my cock grew three times bigger. Then he did something I would have never imagined. He leaned forward and kissed my neck softly. A ball of heat ran a marathon through my body. The room had definitely gotten hotter. His lips were so soft against my skin. If I ever got to experience that again, I knew I would never bore of it. I just had to feel him again. I had to so I did something I would have never imagined. I grabbed his face and brought it up to look at me. There was a smile planted on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. God knows what this man did to me and this was the first time I had ever laid eyes on him. I moved his head down and he met my lips half way. Our lips connected and a spark ignited between us. He took my bottom lip in his and softly kissed me. It felt so good to be touched this way by someone, anyone. I could not remember the last time I had a kiss. I felt the tip of his tongue trace my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and our tongue entwined and danced together. His hand cupped my cheek and stroked it gently, deepening the kiss. It was like I was in heaven. This was probably the close I was going to get to heaven so I cherished the moment. I felt a soft moan come from my mouth and he growled into mines. I grabbed his hair and began to tug on it. He was so fucking sexy, it hurt. Just then there was a knock on the door. We stopped kissing and he pulled away. "Come in." He said when he had caught his breath.

A small petite lady stuck her head in the door. "Dr. Cullen, we need you in ICU." He shook his head.

"I will be there in a second and Nancy, I need some nurses to take Mr. Whitlock up to room 624 and make sure he eats something.... editable." She nodded and closed the door. He casted his eyes on me once again.

"I have to go but I'll see you soon, okay?" I nodded my head and smiled at him. He turned and walked away but I whimpered. He turned around and came back over to me. "Is something hurting?"

"My lips." I said sexily while pointing to them. He smirked.

"Well let me fix that quickly." He leaned down and kissed my lips. There was no tongue this time and I mentally whimpered at that. "I'll see you in a few." He turned and left the room. Once he was gone. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. Those kisses were awesome and I already missed them. I wish he could just come back and we could do it all over again but I assumed he had an important job to do. The nurses came in an hour later.

"Can you walk?" One asked me, like I was suppose to know if I could walk.

"I do not know." She pulled the sheets from over me and sat me up.

"Well let's try." I turned and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. That did not hurt at all so maybe I could walk. My feet connected with the floor as two of the nurses held my arms. To my surprise, I could stand up on my own and walk. Wow, I was wondering did I really get assaulted because it was like nothing happened. "Well I guess you can walk to the room then." She said moving the wheelchair out of the way. "You need to walk more anyway so your bones can get a little more stronger." I nodded my head and we all made our way to room 624 and on the door it read Dr. Edward Cullen. Was this his room? When we got to the room and I took a deep breath, Edward did say it was the best room in the hospital. The nurse opened the door and I gasped as we entered the room. The room was definitely way bigger than the other one. It was carpeted and there was a big king size bed in the middle of the floor. It was like I was in someone's house and just walked into their bedroom instead of in a hospital. This must be where Edward sleeps when he has to stay at the hospital for days at a time and not be able to go home. There was also a bathroom connected and it was just as big and beautiful as the bedroom. "This is where Dr. Cullen wants you to stay for the rest of your time here. He said to take a shower in here and there are clothes in the closet and chest. We will bring you dinner in a few minutes." I nodded after the nurse said this. She smiled and they all turned to leave, leaving me there to ponder my thoughts on Edward. I stripped out of the hospital gown and made my way to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and waited until the water got hot. The steam filled the bathroom and mist started to cover the mirror. I stepped into the shower and let the water relax me. I could not even remember the last time I had a bath. I took a wash cloth off the hook and lathered it with the expensive Clive Christian No 1 shower gel. It smelt so good and I was giddy about smelling like Edward. I began to scrub my body, getting all the old dirt off of me. It felt good to be clean. It felt good to be able to take a bath in hot water. I had to thank Edward for giving me this opportunity. I washed off and turned off the water. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the bedroom. I went to the chest and got out a pair of boxers and an undershirt. I also got out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I put on the clothes and heard a knock at the door. I went to get it and when I opened it, I seen a nurse standing there with a cart. I moved to the side and let her push it in.

"Would you like to know what we have prepared?" I nodded my head no and she smiled. I wanted the food to be a surprise. "Very well." She left and I closed the door. I took the plates off the cart and sat them on the table. I took the tops off the plates and my eyes went wide. Is this what they ate? Sitting before me was a plate of lobster tails and shrimp. Another plate was filled with vegetables and another plate held a type of pasta and a sauce to top it off. Was I suppose to eat all of this? Well if I was not then I sure eat it. I started with the lobster tails and vegetables. After that was gone, I put the shrimp on top of the pasta and sauce and ate that. It was so delicious, I had to stop myself from licking the plates. I have not had a meal like that in a long time. After I got done eating, I put the plates on the cart and pushed it back outside. I left it beside the wall of the room so the nurse could come back and get it. I closed the door and went to the bed. I pulled the covers back and slid into it. The bed was nice and comfortable and so warm. It was nothing like the hard ground I slept on every night. I rubbed the empty spot next to me and sighed while drifting off to sleep with Edward on my mind.

Edward.

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