I donot own Twilight, all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Sorry for the wait for this short chapter, but hopefully the second chapter to this will be longer. I'm not use to writing long chapters since I'm from wattpad but hopefully I'll get use to this whole long chapters thing.

Beep, beep.

Staring up at the white ceiling as light seared not only from the window but from the wall as well. I was use to the light being shone down upon my eyes, and the sound of it all as well. The frantic feet of doctors, nurses, relatives or friend of some sort to the patient as they were whirled down the hall. I was use to the television being on and it's slow subtitles showing at the bottom of the screen. I was use to the same questions they'd asked me each and every visit I had made since I was able to speak on my own. I was use to the terrible excuses of food they'd served on a plate for me to eat. I was use to it all, except for one...

Loneliness.

Yes, loneliness, something I had dealt with each and every time I had made the long visits here. But as Uncle Emmett told me, "It's for your own good." I had never understood that concept and most probably never will. He only paid for this expensive treatment since my parents had done so as well, but they started the process for their own overprotective reasoning. They hadn't wanted to witness their precious baby encounter a roommate who probably was a complete moron or was a creep.

Hearing many rapid footsteps approach the door, I rolled onto my side to the wall, away from my current visitor. Not wanting to be bothered at the moment, I needed something that I hadn't gotten much here at the hospital; privacy. But what had stopped my mood from dropping completely was the click clacks of very familiar claws of a certain someone I hadn't seen in months.

My mood spiked, picking my back up from the hard, cheap bed, I turned my body's full attention to the door to where a harlequin Great Dane was currently pulling with all his might to reach me, but that was kind of impossible considering that my uncle or brother, the one who took me in, Emmett was effortlessly holding him back, holding my dog, my Yoda back from me.

"Who's that, boy? Is that Bella we see?"

Yoda loudly yipped to Emmett's response, voice high and loud with need. Stretching my deep frown into a small smile, opening my arms up wide, I let out a small and raspy,

"Hey, boy."

But what had stopped us from meeting further was the increasing sound of grunts and feet scuffling against the floors with the high squeaks of sneakers hitting the hospital floors. Turning my gaze from both Yoda and Emmett was a flash of bronze. Drifting my arms down slowly, never leaving my gaze from that one spot where I had seen the bronze-like color. My accelerating heartbeat thumped with vigor as curiosity ran up and down my neck with my high blood.

My monitor beside me started to beep, warning any doctor's around that I was in need of care. My breathing had started to falter as I felt the need of oxygen strengthen, my head started the pulse with a terrible migraine. Looking down at my shirt, I had noticed splotches of blood on my gown continue to grow as the source dripped rapidly from my nose. Soon after everything had started to spin.

"D*mn, not again..." I heard Emmett mutter as I plunked my head back into the bed in exhaustion.

The loud grunts that suddenly echoed in the room from not only one but many others as well. I could hear the scuffling from the many footfalls along with Yoda's now warning yelps, wanting to let other humans around to know of my condition, wanting to aid me.

"Every thing will be alright, Mr. Masen, if you would, please, comply," a distinctive male voice, which I had recognized as my past Doctor, Dr. Baren, grunt heavily. "I have another patient who needs extreme care at the moment."

"In hell."

Curiosity had hit me like a ton of bricks after those two powerful words spoken from a masculine but velvet voice, causing me to lift my head from the hard, cheap mattress to glance over my shoulder, only to stop when I had felt a cold feeling sliver down my chest and into my stomach like acid, accelerating it's speed as if it heard my heart monitor's loud rapid beeps, reminded again of my current condition.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

My stomach bubbled from the weird chilling feeling before heating up more and more and more until finally it had settled on an excruciating hot feeling, having it slowly crawl closer and closer to my dry throat. Tears were now streaming as my arms clutched around my body in attempt to cage myself from anymore internal harm. It had felt like torturous hours before I had finally gotten aid from owners of hands who hadn't known a thing to do in a large attempt of helping me.

I was unable to make out anything anyone was screaming at one another because of my own screams.

But for a moment I felt okay, for a moment I felt normal, all because I decided to cease my screams and glance to my right to the man who stopped me in my movements twice in most probably a full minute, the man with the bronze hair, the man who was most probably and hopefully my new roommate.

His deep green eyes, never leaving, glared before they changed into a more sullen look. I couldn't help myself for staring back, taking in my roommate's beautiful looks, but it was just for a few seconds before I was engulfed again with the usual excruciating pain.

Yeah, the usual...