What If She's An Angel Chapter 1: Broken Wings, a twilight fanfic

Story Tile: What If She's An Angel.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own "Twilight" Stephenie does.

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Chapter One: Broken Wings.

Saint Vladimir Hospital.

ER.

11:00 PM.

My first thought as I'm rushed into the ER is how embarrassed I am. Blood stains my shit and it hurts to breathe. I tug at my wedding ring that has dried, crusted blood on it. My eyes shut for a moment and the next thing I know I'm in a ER bed with a IV in my left wrist, a bandage on my arm from the small cuts and scraps and a oxygen mask over my face. Pulling it off I sit up and tug off the wires from my chest. Standing up in nothing but a hospital gown I stumble forward.

Grabbing my jeans and shirt in the bag I pull them on, discharge myself and sign the papers saying I know I'm signing out against medical advice. Licking my split lip I take the bus home.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me. Looking at the red hand mark on my cheek, the over large sunglasses to hide the black eyes and the red dot of blood that marks on my hand where a IV line one rested.

Walking to my apartment building I grab the mail and notice a piece that is not mine. Seeing that he's just one floor below me I take the stairs and knock on his door. And what do you know? I mean be dead because an Angel opens the door.

My chocolate brown eyes stare into his bright, grass green ones and his sleep filled eyes scan over my body and face. It is then his hand reaches out and tilts the glasses lower. His eyes freeze on my bloody and bruised face.

Shoving my hands out I hold out his pierce of mail from someone named Alec Kane. He eyes me then speaks in the most beautiful voice ever.

"Thank you." he rasps out, his voice a little weak. It's then I take in his light green blue scrubs. He has bags under his eyes, his hair is a little messy and a bit greasy with proof he hasn't showered in a day or two, maybe three. He had two day old stubble in the color of light bronze brow on his perfect jaw line and face.

The air in the hallway changes. It feels almost warmed, lighter as if an Angel has just touched me.

I keep my eyes down and smile a bit, forcing the skin on my lip to pull and tear, the tiny inch long wound opening up. Blood drips into my mouth, staining my teeth.

I would smile but again; Blood on teeth.

I just met the most beautiful man in the world, not that it matters since I'm with James. Not that he's beautiful or kind at all. But still, a couple is a couple-Right? Most girls would giggle or smile when a beautiful, sexy man smiles at them but no, what do I go and do? I puke on his shoes.

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When I open my eyes I see I'm on a couch in a apartment that is so not my. I bolt up only to regret it. My head is pounding! What the fuck did I do? Chug a bottle of whiskey then listen to rock music all night? That's when I notice I smell like vomit and anti bacterial soap. What-What?

I don't use that kind or even brand of soap! I use the Bath and Body Works soap. Right now I have the new fall scent in caramel apple. Gah. My head hurts. It feels like I have a layer of fog inside there as well.

That's when a hand touches my hand "Hello Bella. It is Bella, yes? I've ran into you in the hallway a few times. I'm Edward." he said. I grin a bit, my lip hurting yet again.

"And you're a doctor?" I half ask half say.

Of course he is! Unless he's a nurse. But he so doesn't look like the nurse type. Nah. He looks like the doctor type who wears the scrubs and lab coat and is a pure animal in bed. Shit. How did throwing up go from that to talking about how hot he is and how he'd probably be amazing in bed. And that hair! God! So grab-able. Perfect for rough sex on the weekends. Or up on the wall! Oh! Or the coffee table.

Fuck! Focus Bella!

He laughs a bit and places a hand behind my back to help me sit up "Yes, I'm a doctor. I'm a ER doctor at Mercy Aims Hospital, Downtown." he says.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks me. I nod, my mouth open like a total fucking idiot.

"A little." I say. He then does this thing with his tongue that just oh my God makes me soak my panties.

Edward sits down next to me and looks into my eyes with a tiny flashlight. I pull my head away. What the fuck! That hurts.

He chuckles in that deep, soft a velvet voice again. "Bella I believe you have a concussion. Have you been to the doctors?" he asks me, worry laced inside his tone of voice.

I scratch at my stitches on my left arm. "Hmm yes. I left. I don't like hospitals. They smells weird. And people die there! It's full of weird smells and dead people." I say, rambling like a crazy person.

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Pushing myself off the couch I grin a crooked, half smile at Edward. "Eh-thanks for helping me Edward eh-" I pause when I remember I have no idea what his last name even is!

Shit! Way to go Bella.

"Cullen." he says after a moment. I turn to look at him "What?" I ask.

He laughs again. "Cullen. My last name is Cullen." he says.

"Oh." I say.

I start to leave when I turn to face him. "Edward?" I ask.

He turns to face me "Hmm, Yes Bella?" he asks me, taking his lab coat off.

"I think I might faint." I say before I faint and feel my body hit the hardwood floors.

Oh what a way to impress a guy.

AN: I know Edward comes off a bit creepy in this chapter but you would too if you had just worked a 48 hour shift in the ER! Next chapter Sunday or Monday. Review. If you'd like to see anything, please, let me know.