Bella Swan was thankful when the intrusive ringtone from her phone jolted her out of her nightmare. She breathed deeply through her nose, and wiped the sweat off her brow. This was the third night in a row that she had this nightmare. Once she had grabbed a hold of the cell phone, she glanced at the familiar number. Knowing there was only one reason for the call, she untangled herself out of the sheets, hopped out of bed and went towards the closet as she answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Bella, did I wake you?" What would I be doing at three in the morning? She thought.

"Hey Lisa. Don't worry about it I slept early last night. You guys need me?" She asked, already knowing the answer. She grabbed her bottoms and wiggled into them. She heard Lisa letting out a breath.

"Yeah we do. No one else was answering their phone and Kathy needs to go home...her son is sick." Bella could have sworn she heard a hint of guilt in her voice. She knew she was the only one who her supervisor had bother to call. Bella was always the first person they called. That's what she got for living a walking distance away from the hospital.

"Alright I will be there in fifteen minutes." Bella hung up before Lisa could say anything else. She slid into her scrub top, ran a hand through the long tangled mess of hair she sported, grabbed her purse and stethoscope and ran out the door. The walk to Northwestern Memorial Hospital took her a total of fifteen minutes, just like she had promised. Bella usually enjoyed the walk through Chicago, but the nightmare had made it especially hard for her to appreciate the beautiful city, and before she knew it she was already stepping foot into the hospital.

The intensive care unit was quiet except for the beeping of machines taking turns going off – a sound that Bella still hated and couldn't get used to. Still groggy from her sleep, she quietly walked to the staff lounge, placed her bag in the locker, and made her way back out in the hallways in search for Kathy. Bella heard her name by the nurse's station and saw Kathy sitting at one of the computers finishing up her charting.

"Thanks so much dear!" Kathy leaned over the computer and grabbed her by the shoulders. As annoyed as Bella was for having to come to work so early, she couldn't help but smile. Kathy stood at 5'2 and had wisps of gray hair intertwined with a nest of brown. She reminded Bella of her own mother. For a second her smile faltered thinking about her mom, but she managed to push that to the back of her mind knowing she had to focus on her job. "John is sick and the only appointment I can get for him was at eight in the morning." She said as she sat back down in front of the computer. Kathy was a single mom of four, John being the youngest at fourteen, whose husband passed away six years ago from liver cancer. Since then it has been hard for her to work full time and handle all four of her kids, so Bella always tried to help out when she could – even if it meant coming to work at three in the morning. "Anyway," Kathy waved her hand as if none of the stress was getting to her, "let me give you report so I can get out of here."

Bella grabbed her papers and took a seat next to Kathy. "I'm ready whenever you are." Putting her hair in a messy bun she leaned in a little closer to Kathy.

"So you've got two patients so far. I had three, but we transferred one of them at the start of the shift." She continued to give her report on one of the patients, but it wasn't until she started with the next patient that a smile spread on her face.

Bella eyed her curiously. "What's the smile for? You made a boyfriend?"

Kathy blushed, and Bella opened her mouth in a mock gasp. "No, no, no not me, he is closer to your age, but once I tell you who he is you will have a stupid grin on your face." Bella doubted that. She didn't care about men and dating much, or not at all. For the past few years all she did was throw herself into her work, turning down any offer for a date she got from a man, good looking or not.

"Okay, shoot."

Kathy bit her lip letting the moment linger and then with excitement she quietly shouted, "In room 2114 you have Edward Cullen!" She waited for Bella to gasp, smile, or say how shocked she was, but no response came from her other than a furrowed brow. Kathy's eyes widened. "You do know who Edward Cullen is, right?"

"Should I?"

"Bella, he is a bachelor." Kathy grabbed Bella's shoulder acting like an excited teenager who just got asked out on a date.

"There are plenty of bachelors in the Chicago area, Kathy." Bella snorted.

Kathy shook her head in disbelief. "He is a rich, gorgeous, bachelor. He owns Develocor! You know, the multimillion, probably billion, dollar electronic company?" Recognition flitted across Bella's face and Kathy leaned back in her chair pleased. She did remember the staff mentioning his name excitedly over the past week, but never once did she bother to ask who exactly they were talking about. A rich, gorgeous, bachelor is what Kathy said. No wonder Bella had noticed the nurses putting on just a little too much makeup.

"So what did he do to get himself into the ICU?" Bella asked trying to be more relevant. She knew not to talk too much about her patient's personal life. The hospital got their fair share of rich and famous people, and she never understood why the staff would go crazy. She was there to do her job, nothing more and nothing less, which is why management loved her.

"Oh you're no fun." Kathy whined, but went back to her notes. "He was in a bad car accident – drunk driving. Four of his ribs were broken and he had a punctured lung. They had to place a chest tube. He seems to be doing better so they might transfer him to a different floor, or go home with a private nurse.

"Figures. Rich boy thinks he has the right to drink and drive putting everyone's life in danger." Bella did not like drunk drivers. She did not like alcohol. Period.

Kathy waved her finger back and forth. "Not quite. He was the victim of a drunk driver. The drunk driver died at the scene." A quiet 'oh' was all Bella was able to muster, feeling guilty for saying that about him. "It was all over the news, dear. Anyway, he doesn't wake up much, so just go in there do your thing and leave him alone."

Five minutes later and the report was over. After a quick hug from Kathy Bella was left on her own.

Bella felt a strange pull towards room 2114, but she stopped herself knowing she should check up on her other patient. Her first patient was in a coma, so after she did a quick assessment and looked at his medication list, she found herself in front of room 2114. She didn't understand why she was shaking, or why her heart was beating. Rich people did not affect her, and she didn't even know how this guy looked. "I probably need coffee," she mumbled to herself, knowing that was a complete lie.

With a small knock on the sliding glass door, she let herself in and allowed her eyes to wander to the center of the room where a man was silently snoring. Even under the bruises, cuts, and swelling, Bella could tell that Edward Cullen was gorgeous, just like Kathy had said. His odd colored bronze hair, that he probably usually gels up, hung right above his eye brows, and Bella had to fight the urge to go up there and smooth his hair back. He had stubble growing, and she found herself wondering if he liked it that way or if he was usually clean shaven. His arms were toned, not too muscular, and there was some sort of tattoo peeking under the sleeve of his right arm. Bella quickly realized what she was doing and felt pathetic. She was violating this man with her eyes while he was sleeping.

She cleared her throat, "Mr. Cullen," she waited a few seconds but still no answer. She said it again, this time a little louder, but he was still sleeping. "My name is Isabella. You can call me Bella. I'm going to be your nurse today till eleven AM. I just need to do a quick assessment and I will leave you alone." She grabbed her stethoscope from her pocket and took a few steps closer to him. She still couldn't understand why her heart was beating like that. She had come across many men of high power, so why couldn't her heart just settle down? She examined his face and noted that the bruising around his eyes and nose was yellowing. The scratches on his cheeks were starting to heal, and the swelling didn't look too bad. She placed the stethoscope in her ear and touched his chest. It was hard, and she knew if she lifted his gown up she would see toned muscles underneath. After listening for a few seconds she glanced at the monitor and nodded. "Normal sinus rhythm with audible s1 and s2," she whispered. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to lift his gown up. She was only doing this to examine the chest tube and to take a look at his abdomen. The chest tube was in place and secure, but when she glanced toward his abdomen she felt a knot form in her throat. She did not even know this man, but seeing the amount of bruises and cuts he had on his pale body made her feel for him. She quickly listened to his bowel sounds and then continued to palpate his abdomen for any abnormalities. As she was finishing her assessment on his abdomen her eyes wandered up his body and to his face, and when she saw that his eyes were wide open she froze.