A/N A repost of a 10-year-old curse upon grammar and English.

Bpov

"Hey Charlie," Bella said looking up from her place in the hospital bed when a harried looking man in jeans and a t-shirt with a 'CCPD' logo on it. Exhaustion is present in every inch of her being, the lopsided smile that formed when he came in doing nothing to disguise the bags under her eyes or the hollowness of her cheeks. "What brings you way out here?"

"Eh, somebody mentioned a 10-96. Thought I'd come check it out."

"Hey! I'm perfectly stable thank you very much! Mentally at least! You better be careful or I'm going to 10-34!"

"Ey oh. Just kidding there kiddo!" Charlie said raising his arms in surrender. "Where's your mom at?" Bella shrugged.

"Harassing the staff if she hasn't left already. Why? What's up? And did you drive here straight from work?" she asked taking in his rumpled appearance and the bags under his eyes. "Damn Charlie. You look worse than me. Please sit. I'm fine, honestly. This is no different from any other time I've been in here," Bella said trying to reassure her father, who just looked at her and sighed. "Charlie..."

"I wanted to wait for your mother to be here but. Look. We were talking and. Well, your health has been declining steadily for years. That was a given. But lately, it's been a lot less steady and a lot more rapid. You don't need me to tell you that. And your doctors, mom, and I were talking and-"

"And what Charlie?" Bella asked through gritted teeth, cutting him off.

"And we think you should come live with me. Not forever. Just for a while. Until things settle out. Your doctors think, and your mom and I are in agreement, that Arizona isn't doing you any favors, we thought that the sun and warm air would help you, but that's obviously not the case. Forks is quiet. Lots of woods and there's a great hospital nearby in case you have an episode," he finished looking down at his shoes the room becoming silent, save for the beeping of various machines.

"So that's why Renee was in such a hurry to get out of here. Wanting to see Phil my ass. She just wanted to wimp out so you could be the bad guy," Bella mumbled to herself after a while before lapsing back into silence. Charlie seemed happy to let his daughter process the information she had been given, taking the time to settle into the armchair and stretch the kinks out of his neck and back. "And you're sure the hospital is a good one?"

"Your doctor sent over your records herself and question the person who would be taking over your case extensively before she signed off on the transfer. His name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen and he was highly recommended by everyone at the hospital. His family moved to town a few years back, you'd be in school with his kids actually now that I think about it," he said scratching his head.

"This is gonna suck so hard isn't it?" she said falling back against her pillow, resigned to her fate. "But I guess I can't really argue if you and mom managed to actually agree on something for a change without someone needing to call a 10-16. Ugh, fine. 10-4. I'll go to Forks."


Bottle of sugar water? Check. Sugar packets? Check. Tablets? A fresh package is good to go. Medical ID bracelet? Securely fastened to my left wrist, dog tags around neck, emergency info in my phone, and in my wallet. Painkillers clearly labeled and tucked away along with accompanying notes to allow me to have medication on my person instead of in the nurse's office to be kept on me and one to turned in. What else what am I forgetting? Crutches? By the front door. Anti Seizure medication? Already took it. Did I take my allergy meds? Yup, there's a check mark next to it on my list. Epi-pen? 2 packed. One in my bag and one for the nurse's office, there's already one in Charlie's Police car, another in my drawer, and one in the kitchen. Probably overkill but better to be safe than sorry. Hand sanitizer? 2 minis accounted for, as well as wet wipes and latex-free gloves. Backpack? Packed with notebooks, pens, medication, emergency phone battery and accompanying charger.

Breathe Bella. You took your Anti-Anxiety meds and you have medical marijuana if you need it. Try not to need it. Never mind that this is your first day at a regular public school since you were 11. You're in Forks, Washington. Nothing happens here. Ever. And with your medical history, you're pretty much guaranteed college admission as long as you don't bomb out entirely so you don't even have to worry about grades or extracurriculars. Just focus on not dying, and maybe making some new friends. And getting to know Charlie better. Just because your childhood dreams of becoming a detective are dashed by poor health doesn't mean you can't still take an interest in it as a hobby. You could be a Privet Investigator, consulting detective, like Sherlock Holmes. Just breathe Bella. Put one foot in front of the other and go to school. And with that thought, she zipped up her backpack and walked out of the private bathroom Charlie had had installed for her when he remodeled the house to make it more accessible when they all realized that her illness wasn't as temporary as they'd all hoped. She still couldn't believe that he had done it. No fanfare. Nothing. Just that first visit after her 12 birthday she had come in expecting to have to navigate stairs from her wheelchair and had instead found ramps put in and her bedroom moved to the first floor, taking up space that had previously been Charlie's study/man cave. She should have asked to live with him right then. She realized as she entered the kitchen. Renee had made her sleep on the sofa or scoot awkwardly up the stairs once she had become too 'big' (i.e Renee stopped wanting too) to be manhandled up them instead. She was secretly ecstatic when her mother stopped carrying her up to bed. It was infantilizing and embarrassing. It wasn't until she was 14 that any accommodations had been made to the house, and even then they were nothing when compared to the lengths Charlie had gone to to make her feel comfortable the two times a year that he had visitation.

"Hey kiddo," the man in question said pulling her out of her reverie. "We can go to the market this weekend to find some snacks that you can eat, there's a specialty mart not too far from here that should have some things. Until then we just have the stuff that you brought with you and the box you shipped ahead. I know you get those fancy meal delivery boxes delivered sometimes but I also remember what it's like to be a teenager," he winked at her as she slowly made her way to the table and struggled to sit. Charlie waited for his daughter to get comfortable before putting breakfast on her plate. "So I'm going to drive you this morning, but then I was talking to Dr. Cullen while getting arrangements made, and he said his kids were more than willing to pick you up/drop you off if you were cool with that. He said you could meet them today and then decide but not to feel like you had too. I'm more than willing to drive you Bells, so don't worry about that, just do whatever you're most comfortable with. Alright?"

"Okay. I'll um. I'll definitely keep that in mind. Thanks," Bella stuttered uncomfortably between bites. She hated people doing things for her, especially when she knew that it was only because she was sick. She hated the attention it made people give her even more. That's why she liked going to the same school that teen moms and felons went too, no one gave her crutches or absences so much as a second thought. Aforementioned felons did make a habit of trying to steal her medication, thankfully they stopped after she had that awful seizure in the middle of math class upon realizing that she was not, in fact faking it and that they might get charged with manslaughter. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as you're ready. Homeroom starts at 7:30 which is when you're expected to go to the office to get your schedule and hand in your notes and things. I already talked with the school and they've assured me that the necessary accommodations will be made with as little fuss as possible," he said gruffly. Something in his eyes caused her to pause before it dawned on her. He threatened them. A lump formed in her throat as she struggled to keep her face blank as she was suddenly overcome with something akin to affection, and a thousand other things, for her father and all the things he had done for her.

"10-4," is what she said instead once she knew she could speak without anything mushy seeping into her voice. If the way her father shuffled awkwardly and said "right then," was any indication, she failed. "Alright," she said finishing her juice, "I'm ready." Carefully she stood up, using the table for balance, picked up her bag and made her way to the front door where her father was waiting to hand her her crutches and help her to the car by staying just behind her in case she needed him, but not so close that he would be in the way. They made the drive to Forks High School in silence as she battled the increasing swarm of butterflies manifesting themselves in her stomach. She could do this. It's just high school after all.

"10-23 Bells," her father said pulling in front of the nondescript building. The place was deserted. Perfect timing. There was no one present to watch her struggle out of the car. "10-101?"

"I'm fine," she responded automatically, clarifying when he threw her his 'I don't believe that for a second look' that made criminals spill their guts. "I am. Just... Nervous. I haven't been to a regular school in years. What if they all stare at me? What if they think I'm all weird and gross? What if-" she got out before getting cut off.

"Breathe kid," he said placing a hand gently on her arm to help ground her and pull her out of her impending panic attack. "Kids will stare. You're a new kid in a small town where new kids are few and far between. The only other new kids to move here in the last 30 years were the Cullens, and from what Dr. Cullen says they pretty much keep to themselves. Besides, you're quite the catch, and I'm not just saying that because I'm biased. Even though I most definitely am, the nurses all love you, they say that you're the kindest, and the funniest kid they've ever met. And the other patients always love it when you stop by their rooms to say hi and chat for a while. And you make sure to visit even when you're not getting treatments or spending the night. Their faces always light up when they hear that you're coming, and many parents have called to thank you for cheering their kid up while they were a patient and for checking in when they're released. And that's not even to mention that time that you called CPS on your roommate's parents and stood next to the kid at the trial. You're the reason they got out of their situation. You saw what no one else did and it probably saved the kid's life. They have YOU to thank for that. Not the doctors, not the nurses, not their teachers or anyone else, just you. You're an amazing person kiddo. Yeah, you've been dealt a shit hand. But you'll get through this. And when your health stabilizes enough, and it will I know it, you're going to do amazing things, either by joining me on the force or in social services or any number of other things. So kids stare. It's only because they're looking at someone truly special and they know that the closest they'll ever be to even half as special is by basking in your awesome. Now, you've made me monologue and you're late."

"Thanks, Charlie. Not just for this, but for everything. All of it. The ramps and my room and the food and... and- just. just for being you know. My dad," she finished half mumbling before seeming to come to a decision and giving her dad a quick peck on the cheek before fumbling with the door and making as hasty an exit as someone in her situation could. The door closing just slow enough that she could make out a mumbled "she called me dad" before shutting completely and the emotions threatened to overwhelm her completely. She turned instead towards the main entrance of the building and made her way inside, quelching apprehension and what was probably fondness, in the process, only looking back when she was at the door and nodded once to her dad before he drove away and she entered the building for the first time. "10-41," she mumbled to herself. 10-41 indeed.

A/N whew. so this chapter is replacing the original first two chapters of this story. I'll post more soon to make up for it. thanks for reading. Comments aren't necessary but do make me happy. Take that as you will.

Til Next Time.