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Disclaimer: I do not own 'Twilight' or anything thereof.


Bella's POV

My eyes slowly opened to a large, dark room, and I attempted to take in my surroundings; I could barely see a foot in front of my face. The bed was comfortable… too comfortable. I didn't recognize it. I studied the blankets suspiciously; I didn't recognize those either. I was tucked tightly into gold silk sheets and a gold down comforter. Behind my head were a plethora of goose feather pillows. I turned my head to the side to look at the frame, and again, I was completely ignorant of it's owner. The frame was black wrought iron with intricately wound roses and vines. This bed seemed well out of my mother's price range. I thought I'd get up so I could explore my surroundings a little further, but when I sat up my head felt as if someone had dropped a ton of bricks on it. I laid back down and groaned lightly, massaging my temples. The door opened slightly, and I didn't know who my host could be except for my mother, so I figured I would call her in. I needed ice or Aspirin or something, anything.

"Mom?" I said, quietly. My voice sounded terrible, like I had been sleeping for days and with my mouth open, no less. Why couldn't I remember anything? I sat up on my elbows, forgetting temporarily about my splitting headache. I groaned again and laid back down. "Can you please bring me an aspirin and some water?" If not my mother, then whoever was at the door hesitated, and then it closed behind them as they walked away. I was baffled. Who else could it have been?

My host returned quickly, much quicker than I could have fathomed they would, and came to my side. I held my hand out, not opening my eyes, and they dropped the medicine into it and handed me the glass of water, careful not to touch me. I propped myself up once again on my elbows, this time ignoring the awful pounding, and swallowed my relief.

"Thank you." I croaked out, setting the glass on the table next to me, then laying back down.

"Mm." It seemed that they smiled, then cleared their throat. I was beginning to get nervous. Why wouldn't they show their face, or at least speak? My heartbeat began to get faster, and I tried to speak.

"Where am I?" I asked, quietly. The person hesitated, and then sighed and began to walk away. "Hey!" I tried to shout, getting angry. Why wouldn't they answer? What the hell happened to me? "Don't just walk away! You owe me an explanation!" I thought I heard them chuckle in a way that seemed cheerless, then they left the room swiftly. The light from the open door, the yelling and my nervous heartbeat made my head pound even faster. I felt sick to my stomach, but I didn't want to barf on the carpet and I had no idea where a bathroom would be. If my host wasn't a creep after all, it would be a little embarrassing having to clean it up afterward… Or worse, having them clean it. I took deep breaths trying to hold down the heaving that was forcing it's way up my esophagus, and reached out for my water. When I set my hand on the table beside me, my pinkie finger landed on something wet and fuzzy. Immediately I was taken aback and removed my hand, but gaining a little courage I decided to see what it was. I lifted it to my face and felt like an idiot. It was a warm washcloth that my host had set there for me. I spread it across my forehead, and that helped a little. Maybe they weren't trying to kill me after all… It seemed more like they wanted me well. I began trying to figure out where I could possibly be, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.


Edward's POV

"Carlisle, I don't know what to do. She thinks she's with her mother." I said somberly, leaving my room. Bella had just woken up, and I brought her aspirin for her head. Alice's vision proved correct, and Bella lost her memory from the fall. I glanced at Emmett who was in the same position he had been for two days- on the couch with his head in his hands. I could hear in his mind the string of apologies toward me, alternated with profanities toward himself, and thankfulness for Rosalie's comfort. She was sitting next to him rubbing soothing circles into his back. Since she and Bella had become a tad closer, she cared more what happened to her then she did before. The only thing that had changed her mind was Bella herself, because my love for Bella meant nothing to her except stupidity on my part.

"Perhaps we should get her father here. A familiar face might help." Carlisle suggested.

"I suppose my face wouldn't be familiar enough?" I was hoping for an answer that I knew I would not receive.

"Family, I think, would be better, Edward." He replied sympathetically, and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I know it would. Do you think you can at least try and talk to her first? Maybe she'll be a little more composed if you explain that you're a doctor." He thought for a second, and then gave in.

"I think that would be reasonable." He patted my shoulder, and then removed his hand. I began to walk to her room, but Carlisle stopped me. "Edward, she's sleeping now. Listen." I obeyed, and I could hear her steady breathing, different from the nervous, ragged breathing from when she awoke.

"She'll be awake in half an hour, Edward." Alice whispered to me from across the room. She was in as bad of shape as I was. She was positioned in Jasper's lap and he was stroking her hair. His face looked emotionless as he emitted calmness around the room, and I realized that was the only reason that I wasn't losing my mind. Esme was in the other corner, crying tearless sobs. I wanted so badly to comfort my family, but I could not get past my own hurt. I sat next to Emmett on the couch. He didn't move, but his thoughts took a slight turn.

"Forgive me, Edward." I answered him out loud.

"I already have, brother; from the beginning. Forgive yourself." His thoughts turned again, and I blocked everyone else out. I couldn't help being nervous that Bella wouldn't remember her current life. I thought of her beautiful face, and what I would say to her when she was awake. For now, I just pleaded silently. Please, Bella. For me, for you, for us, please remember me.