Again I don't own Twilight, just like torturing its characters.

Familiar Faces

Chapter 2

I was tumbling through darkness, spinning really. I felt like Alice falling through the rabbit hole. 'Alice?' That name irked me. I felt like someone face other then the girl that had played my favorite wonderland hero should be there. I internally shrugged, silly brain. Now there was the business of trying to stop spinning. The inky blackness of my unconsciousness was seriously getting on my nerves as I swam to the surface of awareness. I heard whispers and the sound of my own voice making incoherent mumbles. 'Wow, I must really be out of it.' I thought. Was waking really supposed to be this difficult?

I felt my eyelids flutter, sticking slightly together like I hadn't used them in months. Then I shut them together tightly again when it felt like my scalp would burst from the overly bright light in the room. There was a rushed scrambling in the room and everything went very dark. 'Great and I'm back in the rabbit hole?' I again tried to pry my too tired eyes open again and was pleased to see the room had just been darkened. 'Oh, thank god.'

Someone was next to me, a fact I only noticed because of a light pressure on my hand. I tiredly moved my head slightly to the side to see who had possession of said hand and was greeted with teary eyes of an older man with a moustache. He squeezed my hand gently again and breathed out a sigh of what sounded like relief. "Oh god Bella, I'm so happy to see you awake hunny. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

I stared at him for a moment, just stared. This was all so confusing. I heard a shifting in the room again and turned my gaze out towards it. Two other faces stared back at me. Two beautiful faces. One was tall and slender, pale with bronze hair and pretty amberish eyes. His concerned visage was trained on me, as if waiting for my beck and call.

My brow furrowed again, as I looked at the other in the room. His description would best be described as a sort of beauty. Tall and built, his huge frame took up a surmountable amount of space in this room. His darker skin stretched over thick muscle and his black hair that looked soft was in a messy uproar on his head. His dark eyes watched me, a relieve smile stretching over his mouth. "Bella?"

I started as I came back from my people watching. Looking next to the person who had just spoke. 'Ah, yes the man with the moustache.' "Sweetheart, do you need anything?" he questioned again. I looked at him and moved a bit, the pain that hit me was jarring and I gasped. Next thing I knew the darker skin man was assisting me to sit in a more comfortable position, the other at his side, his face set in a sneer at the fact the other was touching me. 'Interesting much?' I thought through the pain.

When the pain ebbed, the bed I was in tilted up so I was in half a reclined position. Moustache man was still seated next to me, but the darker and the bronzed hair men were too. I blinked my eyes sleepily. Was I really already tired? "I'm going to go get the nurse to check on you since you're awake. But if you want to go back to sleep before I get back its okay, alright." Moustache man said. I nodded briefly and felt lethargy setting in over my body. He careful pressed a kiss on my forehead, which I felt was strange, and walked towards the door and with a quiet click was gone.

The two men in the room abruptly stood and then moved to flank my sides, bronze hair sat in the chair that was just vacated and took my hand, while the other grasped my other. I was definitively perplexed. But okay, maybe they were just worried. Obviously I had just been through something; otherwise people wouldn't be acting this way. Being the center of attention was starting to bother me something fierce though. All the sudden a tickle started in my throat and I felt a cough well up in my chest.

'Oh my god!' I gasped in my head when my ribbed protested the motion. An overly warm hand petted my head and a cup with a straw was place in my visual. I sipped greedily, but noticed the other hand that had tightened during my coughing fit with a bit of trepidation.

I sank back into the bed gratefully after draining the cup and sighed. "Bells, do you want anything else. I'm so sorry hunny, I know you have to be freaking out." I glanced to my left, still trying to grasp everything. 'Freaking out huh? Nah I went through the rabbit hole, this has nothing on that.' I laughed at my own joke in my head. I then turned to the other in the room. My voice rasped a bit but I managed to speak. "I don't mean to offend you, but you hand is really cold. Do you mind letting go?" His hand withdrew immediately as if I had burned him, well I could have. 'There I go again with my bad sense of humor.'

"Bella?" His voice shook a bit. I smiled a bit and apologized. The door opened and three people came in. Moustache man, a woman I assumed to be a nurse, and a rather attractive blonde had to be doctor. He spoke first. "Bella, I can't tell you how glad we are to have you in the land of the living again, would you mind if I look you over."

It was funny, but this tension went up in the air between the two men by me when he had said that. Again with the internal shrug. He approached me and made notes on his clip board. "So how are you feeling right now? Any dizziness or nausea? We have you on some pretty heavy drugs right now…" Huh, that must be why I was feeling like quite the comedian.

I licked my lips and attempted to speak again. I croaked out instead. "Not really anything like that, if I move it hurts though." He nodded and jotted done some more note. "Alright, I'm just going to ask you some simple questions then, ready?" I nodded. God I was tired. "How old are you?" Blank. I mean absolute blank. I frowned. Man drugs really sucked if I couldn't remember that. "Um, can you ask me another, my brains not quite coming up with that one?" The doctor raised his brow. "What is you name?" Again I frowned. "Well I think its Bella, right? That's what everyone's been calling me?"

Silence reined in the room. All their eyes looked at me. It was suffocating. The doctor cleared his throat and walked over to the older man with the moustache. "Bella is your name. But do you know who this is?" The older man looked absolutely freaked. I just shook my head no. The doctor traveled to the bronzed hair man. "And him? Do you remember him?" I was starting to freak out. Was I supposed to know them? Finally his stopped by the giant of a man.

"What about him?" The dark eyes caught mine and held them and I stared. I briefly felt a pull in my soul to him. Tears were welling in my eyes and he nodded to me as if telling me it was okay. I gasped and felt tears running down my cheeks shaking my head back and forth as if denying what was going on. I spoke to him though. "I know I know you. You seem so familiar." And then I was breathing so fast I couldn't comprehend anything. He was by my side in an instant and I felt a bit of calm wash over me.

The doctor walked over to me and pulled a syringe from his white coat, place it in the IV. "I'm going to give you something to calm down Bella, just relax and sleep for a bit. We'll talk soon." I got a since of déjà vo again as I slipped into darkness.

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