Ch. 1: Forgotten

BPOV

I woke up to the sound of hospital machines and the smell of over-cleaned sheets. I sighed. Unfortunately, it was not uncommon for me to wake up in a hospital. I was such a klutz.

"Bella? Are you awake?" Charlie. That was weird. Usually my mom was here when I woke up- not my dad. Usually my dad wasn't even in the same state. I tried to remember what I had been doing before I got hurt, but nothing came to mind. I must have just tripped or something. "Bella?"

"Dad?" I opened my eyes and looked for Mom before asking, "Where's Mom?"

"She got delayed in Salt Lake City. Don't worry, she'll be up here soon."

"Are we in California?" When I was really young, I used to visit Charlie for a month in Forks, Washington, where he lives. When I was fourteen, I put my foot down and instead met him in California for only two weeks. I didn't remember coming to California, but I was still groggy and it was the only explanation I could come up with.

"Um… no, Bells, we're in Forks." He looked at me worriedly, but couldn't continue before the doctor cam in.

I gasped- I couldn't help it. There was no way the young, beautiful man that walked into my room could be a doctor. He was over six feet tall, with blond hair and strange golden-colored eyes. And perfect features. Last I checked, doctors just weren't that good-looking.

"So, how are you feeling Bella?"

"Um, fine, I guess. My head hurts a little, but it's not the worst I've had."

"No it most certainly isn't." His eyes darkened slightly before continuing, and I wondered why. "Well, you had some trauma to the head, so I'm going to ask you some questions to decide if we need to do a CAT scan, okay?" I nodded. "When's your birthday?"

"September 13, 1987."

"What's today's date?"

"Um… August 12?"

"Good. What year?"

"Um… 2004 maybe?" But as soon as I said that, I knew it was wrong. Not because the doctor's eyebrows creased together, but because I couldn't be only sixteen. I felt older. My body was more mature.

"Um, no. It's 2006. Okay, well I'm going to take you back to get a CAT scan just in case, then we'll talk more, okay? Edward should be here by then- he said to tell you sorry he couldn't get here sooner." That confused me.

"Edward who?"

The doctor stopped abruptly and turned to me, gazing intently into my eyes. I was momentarily dazzled before he whispered, "Please tell me you're joking, Bella." The way he said that made me feel like he knew me more closely than a typical ER doctor would, but I immediately dismissed the idea; it was just because of his good looks and caring demeanor.

"I don't know what you're talking about, doctor," I told him sincerely. He sighed and his eyes tightened again.

"Bella, have you seen your left hand?" I frowned. What did this Edward have to do with my left hand?

"What?" Instead of answering, he reached for my hand and held it up for me to see. I gasped. On my third finger sat a large, beautiful engagement ring. Quickly, I took it off and threw it at him. "What kind of sick joke is that? Just because I hit my head you think you can pretend I'm engaged to someone I've never met? Well, it didn't work, because I would never in a million years marry that young! I know what it did to my parents and I know the consequences, so don't even try that on me!" I realized I was yelling much too loud for a hospital, but I didn't care. Who would play that kind of prank on someone? It wasn't right.

Instead of trying to convince me like I thought he would, however, the doctor apologized sincerely and escorted me the rest of the way to the CAT-scanning room.