Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are based on Stephanie Meyer's phenomenal book, Twilight. I own none of these characters and am merely stretching my imagination based on the wonderful and unforgettable characters she's created.

Beep...buzzzz...beep. The small black pager buzzed and beeped across the night stand as Bella clamored to find the cause of her awakening. Rolling on her stomach, she grabbed the pager with her right hand and reached for the alarm clock with her left.

0530 AM.

Across the small greenly lit screen flashed "Bed 8. Temp 102.4 - 67735"

"Damn," she muttered, as she reached for the phone and dialed the number.

"This is Isabella. What's going on?" Bella inquired. "Okay, give her Tylenol 250 mg one time and draw a culture. Call me if the fever doesn't go away in an hour. Thanks."

As she hanged up the phone, Bella knew she wouldn't be able to go back to her previous relaxed state. "Might as well get up and get an early start on the day," she thought.

After a hot shower and blow-drying her thick mane, Bella put on a new set of scrubs under her white coat. A once-over look in the mirror reminded her of her missing eyeglasses, which she quickly obtained from the night stand before stepping out of the comforts of the on call room.

At 0545 in the morning, the unit was full of activity,as nurses were getting ready to go home and medical students, residents were busy examining patients.

"Good Morning Dr. Swan. How did you sleep last night?" Nikki, the charge nurse, asked as Bella was pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"It was very restful Nikki. How was your night? I didn't receive too many calls so it must have been good," Bella answered with a smile.

"Oh, it was good until about 0530 when we called you. Bed 8 ran a fever and the parents were frantic as usual. Betty's already given the Tylenol you ordered and sent the cultures to the lab so we'll see how she does," Nikki replied.

"Good. I'll talk to the parents during rounds this morning, and I want to know right away the results of the culture," Bella called out behind her back as she walked towards the physician's lounge to await the interns and medical students prior to rounds.

As it was too early for rounds to start, Bella, while sitting in the lounge, started to wonder whether her attempts at looking older were really successful. She would often catch her colleagues examining her features and discussing with each other how someone so young looking could possibly have become an attending physician. Most attending doctors in the hospital appeared to be in their mid-30's to late 60's. Bella's appearance was more college student than an experienced, tenured physician. Although she tried to appear older by wearing mature, sophisticated clothes and wearing a pair of black, square, thin, plastic rim eyeglasses, she could only, at best, pass for a very scholastic 28 year old. Whenever she was asked about her age, Bella, without having to reveal a number, would claim that she had always been a gifted child and that she had attended and graduated medical school at a very young age. She was often mistaken by her patient's families for an intern or a resident and has often had to work harder at convincing them to trust their children in her care.

Rounds went on as usual with the residents presenting their patients and Bella commenting and guiding them in their plan of care. Since she was the on call attending, Bella was free to leave the hospital after rounds. Not bothering to change into civilian attire, she grabbed her bags from the on call room and headed towards the ER doors.

While rummaging for her keys in her bag, she bumped head first into the chief medical director.

"Dr. Garrett! I'm so sorry I should have watched my step. How are you this morning?" Bella asked, embarrassed for her clumsiness.

"That's quite alright Isabella. Im sure you're ready to be out of this place after being on call. However, before you go, I'd like for you to meet the new ER attending who just joined us from Chicago."

"Umm, of course. I would love to meet him." Bella was curious as to who the coveted ER position had gone to and she had heard gossip from the nurses that the new physician was quite good looking.

Dr. Garrett led Bella to the ER physician's lounge, and as the chief opened the door, Bella's heart stopped. Standing in the middle of the room surrounded by other physicians, stood Dr. Carlisle Cullen, looking exactly the same as the last time she saw him more than 10 years ago.