The sleeping pills took a while to affect her, and while she waited for sleep to overtake her she tried desperately to think of anything other than the Cullens. It was almost impossible with so many of their faces looking down on her from her walls, but finally she fell into the oblivion of sleep. Bella woke slowly trying to push her memory from the day before away, believing, hoping, that it was all a dream. There was a quick rap on the door followed immediately by the door opening. A tall twenty-something orderly came in. "Are you coming out for breakfast?" he asked.

"Yes Gabriel, I think I will," Bella replied with a sardonic smile. She slid her feet into a pair of slippers and joined him in the hall. "Good morning," she greeted him.

"Good morning," Gabriel replied with a smile. "I hear you met your new doctor last night."

Bella paused oddly comforted with the memory she had desperately wished to be fantasy, "Yeah," she replied her voice slightly strangled.

"What did you think of Dr. Cullen?" Gabriel asked ignoring her discomfort.

"He's . . . different," Bella finally answered. They reached the dining hall then. Bella went to get her food while Gabriel went to his post at the back of the room. She sighed as she sat at a table and the patients already sitting there got up and moved to different tables. Bella finished her food quickly and exited the room. She was only a few steps down the hall when Gabriel joined her.

"That went well," he commented, his tone teasing.

"You would think that after almost five years they would stop being afraid of me," she grumbled.

"Maybe if they saw you more, they wouldn't be," he suggested, and not for the first time.

"It's not going to happen Gabe," Bella retorted and stepped into her room.

"You know I have to try," he shrugged, "Do you need any supplies?"

"No," she answered shortly, "Thank you." Gabriel left closing the door behind him. Bella stood in the center of the room trying to come to terms with the fact that Dr. Cullen, a 368 year-old vampire, had visited her with the express intention of releasing her from a mental hospital and take her home. Once her mind accepted this, her dream from the night before passed through her mind. She picked up her drawing pad, sat at her desk, and began drawing. Lunch and dinner were delivered by silent orderlies as she continued to draw, page after page. "That's very good," Carlisle complimented looking over her shoulder.

Bella jumped and glared up at him, "Your family really needs to stop doing this habit of appearing out of nowhere," she complained, "It's rather inconvenient, and I think I'm a little young for a heart attack."

"Sorry," Carlisle apologized.

"Just make some noise when you walk," she ordered.

"How was your day?" Carlisle asked politely. Bella didn't answer, just continuing to work on her drawing. Carlisle sighed and sat on the edge of her bed waiting for her to speak. The evening passed quietly, neither of them speaking. Once again Carlisle was led from the hospital by Henry. Things continued like this for three days. Carlisle would arrive in the early evening and sit with Bella as she drew. Occasionally Carlisle would ask a question but he never received an answer. Finally on his sixth visit things changed. A few minutes after Carlisle entered her room Bella abruptly stopped drawing sitting up in her chair. "What is it?" Carlisle asked as she scanned the room. Her eyes finally stopped on the door.

Slowly she turned back to Carlisle, her face completely blank. "He's here isn't he?" Bella asked her tone as carefully blank as her expression.

"Who?" Carlisle asked confused by her sudden question.

"Your son," she hissed through clenched teeth, anger and hate shining in her eyes.

"Yes, Edward is here," Carlisle stated confirming her suspicions. "He would like to talk to you."

"Get out!" she ordered. Carlisle was startled, "Get out of my room – now! I swear Carlisle if you don't leave now I will create such a scene that the only way you will see me again will be through plate glass." Carlisle sat, unmoving in his shock, "You have 30seconds," she added to force him to move. "One," she began counting. "Two . . . three . . ." between three and four Carlisle reached the door. For once second the door stood open, Bella and Edward's eyes met. He stood before her unchanged, perfectly seventeen.

"Bella," he called out to her. The sound of her name in his velvet voice was all it took to push her over the edge. The moment the door closed Bella's chair was in her hands, with a scream of rage she threw it with all her might. The chair collided with the door breaking into pieces. She continued throwing pieces of the chair at the door, still screaming. Henry and another orderly responded to the commotion. They pushed open the door, narrowly avoiding a piece of flying chair and restrained her. Henry pinned her arms to her sides as the other nurse pulled out a syringe. "No!" Bella objected tying to pull away, "No!" she shouted again. The orderly administered a sedative, and Bella fell into near unconsciousness. Henry placed her on the bed and they left the room.

"Thanks Rob," Henry said to the other orderly who nodded and left. "What happened?" he asked turning to Carlisle and Edward.

"I'm not sure yet," Carlisle lied easily.

"Is it standard protocol to sedate patients like that?" Edward asked. He had been introduced as a resident at the hospital following Carlisle, so Henry answered the question.

"Only when they're in danger of him hurting themselves or others," he paused for a moment before confiding in the doctors. "This is the only second time we've had to sedate her."

"What happened the first time?" Edward asked, sounding only mildly curious to Henry. Carlisle could hear his true concern.

"We had a patient who thought he was a vampire," Henry explained. "Usually he was harmless, every once in a while he would snap at someone. For some reason that day he really went after Swan. He came up behind her and bit her neck she picked up her breakfast tray and started hitting him with it. When we finally pulled her off him he had to get medical treatment. She kept throwing things at us until we could sedate her. Most of the other patients still avoid her. It was just after that she started spending her days in her room."

"When was all of this?" Carlisle asked.

"About six months after she came here," Henry answered. "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to my rounds."

"Thank you Henry," Carlisle replied. Henry left and Carlisle turned to Edward, his son was gazing through the window watching Bella sleep. "Edward," he sighed placing his hand on Edward's shoulder. "It's time to go home." They left the hospital together.