A/N: Sorry that I have been like temporarily missing the last few days. It took me awhile to write. I just came back home, spent time with family and friends, and tried my best to update. I don't think it worked out as well as I planned, but there is still room for improvement.

With that, let's begin. This chapter is from Bella's point of view. It is not all the same thing as what Edward's was, but it does have the same dialogue. Enjoy!

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As I drifted, I dreamed.

When I awoke, I did not know where I was. All I knew was pain. It was like waking up to a nightmare.

I heard voices. They were beautiful, angelic. At the same time, they seemed familiar. I tried to figure out who it was and where I was at. Nothing came to mind, except the consuming pain I felt.

"Oh no, Bella, no," the best angelic voice said. I wonder who "Bella" is. There was no way that it was me. Why would this angel be mine? How?

"Bella, please! Bella listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" The angel screamed and let out a monstrous growl. Whoever this "Bella" is needs to answer him. I wonder what happened to him and Bella, and if she was in as much pain as me.

"Carlisle!" He screamed. Now, who was this "Carlisle" he spoke of? He seemed important.

"Bella, oh please, no, no!" the angel screamed again. Bella needs to answer him. I wonder how far away she is from me.

The never-ending pain came stronger this time. I screamed, unable to do anything.

"Bella!" he sounded joyous. I doubted the occasion could be joyous; at least, it was not joyous for me. My body was screaming for death every second.

Another angel answered just then. "She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep." I don't know who he was talking about, but I wanted to hear what happened. "Watch out for her leg. It's broken," he said.

I tried to turn, hoping that I could hear something about this "Bella." Mistake. I screamed in pain and lied back down.

"And some ribs too, I think," the other angel said. Was he a doctor? He was sure giving out medical examinations.

"Help me," I whimpered, not sure if I could tolerate the pain anymore. I don't remember anything about me. Maybe it's the pain; it twisted my body around without me even moving. Just like I thought I could scream, but the pain immobilized me only to whisper inaudibly.

"I'm here," the first angel said. I concentrated on his voice. At least death would come easier. He had a musical tone to his voice, one that would put me to sleep. This would inconsequently lead to my death. Knowing this, I tried to keep my eyes open. I don't know what I was fighting for, but there was something that I should.

"It hurts," I said, hoping the angel would hear me. If he was an angel, he could do something, right?

"I know, Bella, I know," he said. When he answered again, he seemed to be talking in a different direction. "Can't you do anything?" he growled, his voice overpowering everything else.

"My bag please… Hold your breath, Alice, it will help." Who was Alice?

"Alice?" I asked, wondering who that was. The name only came to me faintly, like it was in a different universe. I might have heard it once or twice.

"She's here. She knew where to find you," he said, as if I knew her before whatever happened, or like we were childhood friends. Who knew?

Instead of asking the many questions I wanted, I settled for the most obvious (and painful) statement. "My hand hurts."

"I know, Bella. Carlisle will give you something. It will stop." Now, who was Carlisle? And where is this Bella at again? And why is he downplaying the pain I am in?

"MY HAND IS BURNING!" I screamed, hopefully audible enough for someone to hear.

"Bella?" He asked, worry in his voice. I wonder if she hadn't answered him in awhile or if he was scared of what she said.

"The fire! Someone stop the fire!" I yelled, trying to get someone to, well, stop the fire burning inside of me.

"Carlisle! Her hand!" He screamed, agonizingly.

"He bit her," he said. It sounded like the doctor's voice from earlier. What did he mean "he bit me?" What is wrong with these people? Do they just run around biting people? Why did his bite hurt so much more than others? Who is he?

"No," the angel cried. This was wrong… very wrong. The angel should not be crying. Nor should I be in pain.

A high-pitched sing-song voice said something, but I could not catch what. I learned from past experiences not to move, so I really didn't bother.

"There may be a chance," the doctor said. For what? To cure this odd bite?

"What?" he sounded like he was begging.

"See if you can suck the venom back out. The wound is fairly clean," he said. What the hell?

…and then I woke up to a normal world.

But sadly, I don't know where I am or if I will ever wake up. If I am awake, I must be in too much pain to realize. If I am not, I belong in a mental asylum, away from others. To have dreams of someone biting me was wrong… very wrong…

"Carlisle… I… I don't know if I could do that," he said, with agony in his still perfect angelic voice.

I screamed in pure pain, hoping to just give up and win at the same time. Unfortunately, I couldn't have my cake and eat it too.

I felt my hand being raised, only to feel more pain. It was up against someone's mouth. Just then, teeth clamped down and I felt more agonizing pain, if that was possible. Every cell in my body wanted to die. I screamed, and flailed around, hoping for an escape. It didn't work. Someone had my head clamped down, and my leg was braced to the ground, unable to move. Also, the girl with the high sing-song voice was trying to calm me down; it didn't work. I still continued to try with all my might to escape the pain, run away from my worst nightmare. It didn't work. Escape was apparently not my thing for dealing with things.

I soon felt sleepier and wanted to sleep; I knew this was a mask for death, but I didn't care. The fire went away, but my consciousness accompanied it.

My eyes opened to a bright, white light. I was in an unfamiliar room, a white room. The wall beside me was covered in long vertical blinds; over my head, the glaring lights blinded me. I was propped up on a hard, uneven bed – a bed with rails. The pillows were flat and lumpy. There was an annoying beeping sound somewhere close by. I hoped that meant I was still alive. Death shouldn't be this uncomfortable.

My hands were all twisted up with clear tubes, and something was taped across my face, under my nose. I lifted my hand to rip it off.

"Bella, sweetie," a comforting voice called. Bella must be next to me. I guess she just woke up too. She put my hand back down.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She looked confused, and then she shrugged, not helping me out.

"I'll go get Dr. Cullen," she said. Who was he? The name Cullen rang a bell, but no memories would come to the surface in my mind. I hoped I could figure out something.

With that, she walked out the room.

She returned a few seconds later with a very handsome doctor. He started checking the machines that I was connected to.

"Hey, Bella. How are you today?" he asked. After no response, he asked again.

"Who's Bella?" I asked, wanting to know who he was talking to. He had his eyes on me, but my name was not Bella.

"You. Do you know where you are at?"

"No?" I said confused. I never thought of that.

He walked out the room, asking Renee to follow him. I'm guessing that was the lady's name. I wonder how both of them knew each other.

After a second, only the guy came back in. He said that 'Renee' would be out for a second.

"Can you tell me your age?"

"No."

"What about where you live?"

"No," I said, starting to get aggravated. I didn't know anything!

"Do you mind if we do a test?" He asked, wondering.

"I don't care. Will it hurt?"

"Not at all."

After finishing the test, the man told me that he would let me know the results as soon as he looked over the scan. Renee came back in to wait with me.

I waited… and waited… and waited. The white walls seemed to be a curse; there was nothing else to look at.

Only a couple of times did Renee try to spark a conversation with me. I was too nervous to talk to her. She seemed like me in a couple of ways. She seemed… held back, like she didn't want to spill a big secret. I let that go, only to continue waiting.

When Dr. Cullen came back in (with the results, I hoped), he asked to speak to Renee only. Renee walked back out of the room, the handsome man following. Once out of the room, Dr. Cullen started talking to her. I couldn't hear the conversation, only the murmured voices. It seemed like Renee was crying. Occasionally, a husky man's voice chimed in. He was also crying. I once again could not hear what he said, only his voice.

Dr. Cullen came in the room again after a few minutes.

"Hey, how are the results?" I asked, wondering.

"Bella, Renee and Charlie won't be coming in the room for awhile… There is something that was quite…bothersome in the last test results," his beautiful angelic voice said, hesitating to let me know what was going on with me.

"How are they?" I said with my voice barely audible.

"Bella, I'm afraid they aren't all good," he said sadly.

If I would have been standing, I would have fainted. Instead, I just asked, "What is it?"

He started, remorse filling his voice.

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I am trying to get the next chapter up soon. I wanna start writing it like right now, so I can have it done before the end of next week. Unfortunately, I may be camping on a beach (YUCK) and not be able to write. So I wanna get a chapter done asap.

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