I woke up to the steady beeping of a heart monitor. There was a tube in my nose, and I could feel the slight prickling sensation in my arm that meant that there was some sort of needle put there. My brain was slightly hazy from pain medication.

When I opened my eyes, they opened to a generic hospital room, beige walls, small window, tan blanket covering the stark white sheets of my bed that had railings on the sides. A T.V set was mounted in the corner of the room, a table with plastic folding chairs underneath. A small vinyl covered couch was pressed against the wall under the window.

I didn't understand how I got here, I had been on a 'male bonding' trip with my cousin Emmett. We were hunting in Canada. The last thing I remember before waking up here was the mountain lion that had tried to make me its meal that day. Before I passed out I could hear the sounds of another animal, maybe another lion or a bear perhaps, attacking the first lion. Then the feeling of being lifted from the ground and flying...

And the face, I could remember the face. The face of the angel God must have sent to save me from dying. She was radiant, marvelous. Mahogany hair had hung down from her head, streaming out behind her as she flew. Golden eyes peaked out from under her dark lashes, looking at me. The only flaw that could be found in her glorious face was her lips, they were plump, but the top one was just a bit too full to be paired with the bottom. I couldn't even think of that as a flaw.

More memories were coming back to me now. I could remember her setting me down on the steps to the hospital, me trying to cling to her so she wouldn't leave. The hospital staff rushing out to get me, taking me to the emergency room to evaluate my injuries. I didn't care about the injuries, I wanted her back. Wanted to go outside and find her. But the people in the hospital told me she wasn't real, that I had suffered head trauma and was imagining things, but I knew I wasn't.

As I was reliving the memories Emmett bust into the room.

"Edward! What the heck happened to you! When you didn't come back to the camp I called the rangers. I took them two days to find out that you were the one I was looking for!"

The nurse frowned at Emmett disapprovingly.

"He's in a delicate condition at the moment Mr. McCarty. We would appreciate it if you would refrain from yelling as you may disturb both him and other patients."

Emmett looked abashed and sat down on the small sofa near the bed. He was wearing his hunting clothes still and there was dirt all over him.

"Emmett, when was the last time you bathed?" I asked

"Before you disappeared" he replied, "I thought that finding my little cousin was more important then smelling pretty, you really had me worried there bro. Your mom is worried sick, I called her to let her know we found you and she is coming up here soon. But what happened? The doctors say you were too out of it when you got here to tell them what happened."

I took a deep breath. I was deciding if I should tell Emmett the whole story or not. He would probably react the same as the doctors and nurses if I told him about the angel that had come to my rescue. But I didn't know how to explain how I got to the hospital from way out in the wilderness if I excluded her presense. Besides that, I wanted her for myself. If I told Emmett and he believed me then she wouldn't be just mine.

I could hear an argument starting from down the hallway. A woman had her voice raised and was yelling at a doctor or orderly or something. Oh no, I recognized that voice. It was my mother. I loved my mom and all but she wasn't someone you wanted around in emergencies. She yelled and cried and screamed and all sorts of other things that could be disruptive. I was her only child and she was fiercly protective of me. I could imagine the hell she would raise over my being in this situation.

"Edward! My baby! Why are you here? Where does it hurt? Can mommy make it better? Don't worry I won't let that incompetent doctor touch you anymore. Have you been taking your medicine, what have they been feeding you? You look too skinny. I think you have a fever. Is that arm bandaged correctly? They told me you have head trauma. How many fingers am I holding up? Never mind, you look tired. Go back to sleep honey, momma will make it better."

After my mothers rant she insisted on tucking me in, embarrassing me. I was 22 years old, not 2. I felt sorry for Emmett when my mom turned on him, chewing him out for taking me on the trip in the first place and telling him that if he wasn't such a bad influence on me I wouldn't be hurt.

I tried to block her out, instead focusing on the face of the angel, and drifted into sleep.

~~~2 weeks later~~~

I was back in Seattle from the trip. The wounds still had stitches and bandages everywhere, and my leg was in a heavy cast. But I was home. My mother was convinced to go back to Chicago, so I didn't have to deal with her hovering over me. My boss at the shipping company I worked for gave me two months off, seeing as I'd never taken even a sick day before the disastrous trip. He told me to take it easy, get healed, and to come back at the end of two months. Two months stretched ahead of me, and I was already unbelievably bored. What was I supposed to do in two months? I needed to keep busy, and my current condition would prevent that.

I sat back in the easy chair that Emmett had placed in front of the window for me. I lived in a fairly nice apartment that looked over the bay. I started to daydream, thinking about the beautiful woman who saved me. I wish she had stayed at least a little while, so I could thank her.

Although I hated to admit it, she didn't seem as real here in Seattle. In the woods, it was different. Everyone had tried to convince me she was the result of my head injury, but out where we were surrounded by forest, the memory was more alive. My angel wouldn't fit here in Seattle, she was too natural to be in such an industrialized place. But I wanted her to be real. I wanted her to have stayed with me.

Immersed in my memories of the angel rescuing me, I fell asleep wishing that I could see her just one more time.

A.N. So I updated faster then i thought i would. The next chapter will be back in Bella's point of view. Ummm. So, yeah. I forgot to put my disclaimer in the last chapter, just so you all know I'm not Stephenie Meyer. You should know that already though cause the quality of my writing isn't as good as hers. R&R please.