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Alice POV

This morning I had been driving along the road - after going shopping with Rosalie - minding my own business when I saw a long queue of cars ahead of my own. An ambulance was speeding past me and towards the head of the queue. I put my head out the window and looked at the hold up. All I saw was Carlisle's head emerging from the ambulance behind men with stretchers.

"Take the wheel," I murmured to Rosalie who sat next to me. She nodded and slid across to the drivers seat whilst I jumped out of the car. I ran towards where I had seen Carlisle. A girl of about five or six laid on the grass, clearly unconscious, with bruises on her arms, back and legs, with her ankle turned in awkwardly. Next to her, was a car, that held a man and a woman in the front seats, both badly hurt and bleeding. I turned my head away from the blood, pressing my lips together. Never had I understood more what it must be like for Carlisle every single day.

"What happened?" I asked Carlisle.

"The car swerved out of control on the ice and hit the wall. The girl was thrown from the car. She seems hurt but not too severely considering the force and speed that she hit the ground."

"Need help?" I offered.

"Yeah can you get this little girl on a stretcher and in the ambulance?"

I nodded and lifted the girl onto one of the stretchers that men were holding out for her. I looked at her right arm. It had been scraped along the pavement and cut open. She would probably need stitches for that. I ached at the thought of her blood. She smelled so good. I thought about just a small taste. Only quickly. I bit my lip. No. I couldn't. I slid her smoothly in the ambulance.

I knew that I knew this girl from somewhere. Her face was strangely familiar. I'd seen her before.

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I chewed my lip anxiously as I sat on a chair at the end of the girls hospital bed waiting for her to awake. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. She tried to push herself upwards with her right arm. Her arm was still sore and bruised from the car accident. "She's awake," I whispered to Carlisle.

He strode over to her with his clipboard.

"Hello," He smiled, "What's your name?"

"Bella Swan," She replied shyly.

Carlisle wrote it down on a sheet of paper.

"Car-liss-le Cull-en," she read slowly staring at his nametag. She realised her mistake. "Car-lyle Cullen," She pronounced emphasising the part of his name that she had mispronounced.

"Where does it hurt Bella?"

"My arm and my ankle."

Carlisle tried different pressures to test if they would hurt her. He continued filling in the sheet.

"How do you feel?"

"Sort of dizzy."

"How old are you Bella?"

"Six."

The sheet now read:

Bella Swan, Six,

Ankle and wrist harmed.

Ankle minor sprain. Arm cut badly. Will need stitches.

Remote dizziness.

Will be released after said stitches are placed.

Another doctor strode up to Carlisle. Carlisle bit his lip.

"Are they-" Carlisle didn't need to finish his sentence.

The doctor nodded.

"Thank you," Carlisle said, turning to Bella.

"What's going on?" Bella asked, looking worried.

"You were in a car accident this morning and your mother and father were hurt very badly. We did all we could but unfortunately they have died."

I watched as her eyes screwed up and began leaking tears. It almost broke my heart.

"Where is she gonna go?" I asked Carlisle to quietly for her human ears to hear.

"An orphanage I guess," Carlisle replied, slightly louder. Bella must have had good hearing because that she did here.

"Not an orphanage!" she cried, "they're horrible! I'll get picked on and I'll have to do stuff I really don't wanna do and I'll have to be adopted by people I don't know and they could be really mean!"

I closed my eyes and had a vision.

I saw Bella on her seventh birthday surrounded by me and my adopted family. I saw Bella about eleven playing football with the boys. I saw Bella around fourteen refereeing our baseball games. Then I saw Bella seventeen years old with Edward. She clearly spoke "I love you Edward."

"We have to keep her," I whispered, once again so only Carlisle could hear. I told him my vision almost inaudibly.

"It's not safe. She's only a six year old human girl."

"But my vision is clear. She will live will she not if she gets to seventeen and is with Edward?"

Carlisle sighed.

Emmett and Edward burst through the doors of Bella's hospital room.

"Hey Carlisle!" Emmett half shouted.

"You walk into a hospital room and your first instinct is to shout? You idiot Emmett," Edward glared.

Bella giggled.

"Who's this then?" Emmett smiled. He can be quite sweet when he wants to be.

"That's Bella," I announced, "Bella this is Emmett and Edward." I gestured as I spoke their names.

Emmett stuck his tongue out at her playfully. Bella returned the gesture. Emmett grinned and began to tickle her.

"Stop! Stop!" Bella laughed.

"Never!" Emmett turned around.

"I like her!" He shouted.

"Emmett! No shouting!" Carlisle scolded.

Bella in the meantime giggled and sang quietly; "Emmett's in trouble, Emmett's in trouble!"

Emmett mockingly glared at her. "Do I need to tickle you again?"

Bella pressed her lips together, tried to keep a straight face and shook her head.

"Good." Emmett turned back to Carlisle, "Car-lyyyy-le! I like her! Can we keep her?"

Bella jerked upwards hopefully.

"Yeah, I want her too! She can be like my sister! We can go shopping and watch movies and play dress up-" I was cut off by a look of horror from Bella at the mention of dress up.

"No dress up?" I asked.

Bella nodded.

"Shame."

"It would be dangerous," Edward whispered so Bella couldn't hear.

"It won't be! I've had visions!" I argued at the same volume.

"Sounds great!" Edward spoke loudly enough for Bella, "If it's not safe I will kill you," he whispered to me.

Carlisle sat at the end of Bella's bed.

"How would you feel about us adopting you?" Carlisle asked her.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That would be- I would love-," Bella stammered for the right thing to say, "Thank you," she finished hugging us.

I simply couldn't wait to go home…

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