"Thank you." The receptionist took the clipboard from me, with a huge smile unusual in this institution. I wonder who jacked her up or does the coffee machine have extra happy juice?

I nodded- What else was I supposed to do?- then sat back down.

I sighed happily, pulling out my mp3, knowing I could disappear into the music 'till the doc called me.

A slow song started playing and unfortunately my thoughts wandered to the missing person at the Cullen's table. Edward didn't show up for biology either. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault. I'm just glad that I couldn't see the angry or accusing stares of his siblings that had to be trained on me.

I sighed again, a little wistfully.

I tried to look on the bright side. This transition hadn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. My new friends didn't seem to think of me differently, then again I couldn't read their thoughts or see their reactions clearly and when they talk to me they are taking great care to ask yes or no questions. If what they are asking can't be that limited I have a note pad with me at all times but I have really bad hand-writing and I don't think Jessica can read it. I heard her trying to mouth the words to herself. Despite myself I had to smile a little.

So, I'm fitting in pretty nicely. Well, not fit really, actually more like sliding through the cracks. For the most part they ignore me. But that works with me for the most part. I'm a quiet person by nature, though every now and then I have my firm opinions on something and I hate it that I can't spit it out.

For instance: my name is Isabella correct. But wouldn't it be easier on all of us and less of a mouth full if they said Bella? I could write, 'Could you call me Bella,' but... that's not in my comfort zone. I would feel really awkward doing that.

Then another time, they were talking about politics and I feel strongly against most of their ideas. But it would take up most of my paper if I spelled it all out and writing, "You're all idiots" is a bit rude...

"Miss Swan?" A nurse called. "The doctor will see you now."

Charlie patted my knee and escorted me through the door then left, he felt the same about hospitals as I did. I kind of forgot he was here.

The walls were all plain white and so were the floors. They tried to make it pizzeria by putting flecks of color in there here and there, but it was a wasted attempt. Especially on me. The floor just looked dirty.

But you can't expect hi-tech or modern accents in a town hospital. After stepping on a scale and a thing to measure my height the nurse, whose name was Melissa, led me to the doctor's room.

Having only one doctor confused me. Back in Phoenix, I had five. One for my head, my eyes, my throat, my back, and just an over all doctor. Was this Dr. Cullen qualified enough to fix me? All of me? According to my father, he's the best. I wondered if he would have the same black gaze as his adoptive children.

I sat on that big padded seat with paper on it and twiddled my thumbs, staring blindly at my surroundings. I almost pulled out my mp3 again when the door opened.

"Miss Swan?" A sweet chocolaty voice flowed from the door-way. My head fuzzed up. I couldn't see him clearly but the picture in my mind of him was not appropriate for a doctor-patient-relationship. "My name is Doctor Cullen."

I nodded as I sat up and pulled off my sunglasses wanting very much to see if his face matched his voice. But just a blur. How very annoying.

It was easier than the other hospital, where I was dragged place to place getting exams here and there. Then again this was just a little check-up and me writing to him my side of the story, and he asking my kind of questions:

"Let me guess. Is your hearing or smelling accelerated?" He would ask.

I would nod. And he would jot something done on a piece of paper. Though I had the feeling he only did that to have it on file if someone else wanted to look at it.

"Have your dreams been unusual?"

After some consideration on what kind of question that was and why would he ask it, I nodded—and again with the jotting.

He checked my ears, my breathing, touched my throat tenderly with icy-cold hands which made me jump a little and took a flashlight to my mouth and check on the mess in there from the inside. He flashed the same light in my eyes and did a little test. I failed, I think. Doctors don't always tell you what they are doing or how you did doing it. And he scheduled a cat-scan and x-rays on my next visit, which unfortunately was just in three weeks. THEN after that, it would only be about once every one to two months.

I was worried for only a fraction of a second that we wouldn't be able to afford all of this but then I remembered the money we got from that idiotic teenager than ran into me. He'll probably still be paying me when he has grandchildren. I kind of feel sorry for him. I mean, who needs to talk, when there is e-mail and texting. But then again, I have bad texting abilities and my internet is so slow those turtles in the commercial would feel like there internet is faster than ours.

Before I left, I felt so safe and cared for with Carlisle that I almost opened my mouth and asked if Edward was okay. But then I remembered my situation and how awkward it might get. No matter how long I haven't been able to talk, it still catches me by surprise every now and then.

Sometimes I just wish someone could read my mind.

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EPOV

I sat on a rock facing the Alaskan mountain ranges. It was beautiful there. Plenty of wildlife surrounded the area as well. The way the trees seemed to entwine, to piece together a painter's portrait of different shades of green splotches. The musician in me has a one of Mendel's symphonies running through my head.

Icy salt-water seeped into the air along with pine and different everglade scents giving it a strange, dry, musky odor to my senses—though most humans probably don't know the difference.

It was so peaceful I almost couldn't pick out the thoughts of random people nearby. (though Irina's thoughts were easy to pick up.) It was kind of strange. She is normally so quiet yet her way of thinking is so loud. Not annoyingly so, just more resonant than most.

Tanya and her family are very accommodating if not a little much so. Especially from Tanya herself, but her thoughts are easily pushed out of my zone.

Though my family, mainly Esme, tried to dissuade me from leaving, I need this. I just need to breathe this air and get rid of the smell and the thoughts I had that one day at lunch.

Surely it couldn't have been that strong. No, a scent like that couldn't have existed; especially not from as folly a girl as her. No. I was just being dramatic. I tend to do that sometimes. But it was strong; I have to admit that, so I just have to be more careful.

Such a strange creature. Bella didn't even seem to sense the invisible line that separates her kind from mine, which at least everyone's unconscious mind can pick out, except for hers. Though I know she has a problem with her eyes. Behind her sunglasses she had glazed over and lazy eyes. But even then, she should have felt the difference. Silly girl.

I can do this. I'll show Jasper and Emmett that I can handle it. Let them make there bets, I'll be the winner in the end… I'm going back to face Bella.

I snorted at the last sentence. It's like she's a threat when really her life is the one in question. But she indeed has the power to tear me and my family down. But I have to overcome her. Which shouldn't be a problem.

A handy-capped girl and my family's life style—there's too much to lose if Jasper wins.

-Edward- Tanya called to me. -Alice called. She says your indecision is blocking her from seeing things so she wants you to come back and take things into your own hands and figure fate out so she can see again.-

I sighed. "Thank you Alice for your encouraging words."


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