Chapter Two – Edward

I wake up to the sound of beeping.

A sharp pain suddenly rears its ugly face from the darkness, the ache bangs against my frontal bone, my hand shooting up to hold my head together. I feel a cool alien like contraption on my index finger, I look at the plastic attaching itself to me, instantly I know where I am.

The hospital?

Why the hell am I in a hospital?! I open my eyes up widely, only to flinch back as the light is brighter than I expect. My eyes start to adjust, and I don't have too much feeling from the waist down. I look down to see my right leg caged inside a metal cast. I groan, why can't I remember why I got here?

I turn over, grunting as my sides feel as if it's completely bruised. Slowly, I reach for the red button on a table beside me, just as I manage to slip my fingers on top of the button, the door opens. A thin brunette woman walks in, her brown eyes widen as she sees my struggle, "You're awake Isabella."

I grimace, "Bella."

"How are you feeling?" She asks, picking up my chart before putting it back down and coming to my side, checking my monitor.

"I have a mild head ache, from one to ten it would be six, and I can't really feel anything from the waist down."

She raises a brow, her lips showing humor, "You've been to the hospital a lot?"

"Define a lot?" I laugh, wincing instantly as the movement causes my brain to hit my frontal bone.

The nurse frowns, noticing my discomfort, "Dr. Cullen will be in in a moment."

I groan, "Okay." I decide to ask my questions to the doctor.

Within a few moments, I hear the door opens and who I'm guessing is Dr. Cullen walks in. I look up to see the man glaze down at the clip board at the end of my bed, his bronze hair is styled as if he just rolled out of bed. His whole being is so familiar, his hair, his frame…But from where…

Dr. Cullen looks up, only to display to me his entire face, and his emerald eyes. My breath hitches. Edward! "Miss Swan, how are you feeling?" He asks me in a completely business tone, his expression completely stern, yet, almost giving me the impression that he doesn't want to be here.

He doesn't seem to recognize me, so I answer, "As well as the next girl… Um…What happened exactly?"

"You have a concussion so I expected you to not remember," His velvet smooth voice speaks, almost making me smile just hearing it again, "You were in a car accident, a drunk driver ran through a red light and hit your car. You were lucky he wasn't going any faster or else you wouldn't have survived."

I groan, "Great, story of my life, how long will I be in the hospital? Will I be staying overnight."

"Considering all your injuries I don't see you leaving the hospital for a week at the least, and with your leg being broken in several places, you are going to need physiotherapy."

"Whoa, a new record." I feel the drugs slowly wearing off, the ache in my head rises significantly.

"How is your head ache?"

I raise a brow, "How do you know-"

"It's written on the chart, plus the fact that you have stitches in the side of your head, it's almost impossible to not feel anything with the sedatives they gave you." He points just to the left of my ear.

"You shouldn't have told me that…" I feel an uncertain feeling in my stomach, my hands slowly creep to my stomach as if I'm holding it in.

Edward speaks, "Would you like more drugs?"

"I don't know…"

"You don't know if you want to be relieved of pain or not?" He raises a brow.

My cheeks go red, "No, it's not that, it's just…I don't really like pain killers, they make me feel weird."

"You mean numb?"

I roll my eyes, "No, as if I can't control what I'm doing, you know, woozy."

"I can put you on some mild sedatives just so your pain will go away and leave you in the best state of mind as you can in your state." He offers.

"That would be good." I smile. Edward's appearance has barely changed, his posture is still serious and stiff like. He's only grown, none of his appearances have changed, well, only slightly, his hair is a bit longer than I remember and a bit greasy, showing that he's probably hasn't been home for a while, and his skin is looking paler and more…Warn out? I can't really describe it, for a doctor, he himself doesn't look entirely alive.

Still doesn't mean that he isn't insanely beautiful.

He nods, "I will put you on some Tylenol and get another drip in for you, the sodium chloride suspension is nearly finished."

I start to turn my head upwards and stop when I feel staggering pain course through nearly every inch of my body, "You okay?"

I would laugh if I didn't know how much it will hurt, "You're seriously asking me that? What exact injuries do I have anyway?"

"Both your left ulna and radius are broken in three places, same goes for your left femur, fibula and tibia. You sustained mild damage to the head, a bit of hemorrhage, but we managed to stop that. You cracked eight ribs and were bleeding internally, and about sixty percent of your appearance is bruised."

I grimace, I definitely do not want to look in a mirror right now. Though the thought is kind of comforting that maybe the reason why Edward doesn't recognize me is because of my drowned out appearance. I ask, "Has anyone notified any of my relatives?"

"No, would you like someone to?"

My eyes widen, "No! Um- No, that's fine, don't need to worry them."

He sighs, nods, "I'll get the pain killers and the drip."

I nod, giving him a polite smile before he leaves. His attitude is so cold, I remember he was like that when we first met, but he told me that was because he thought that I was going out with Mike Newton and he was just jealous. Obviously this is different. He barely showed any emotions at all. I wonder what happened to him… I lie back contemplating all the reasons when I feel a sharp pain in my rib and I gasp.

"Where's the pain?" Edward asks frowning, dropping both a tray that has the drip and two cups, one smaller than the other.

I feel another and I squeeze my eyes tightly and bite my lip so I won't cry, "My rib."

"Yes, well, you've cracked quite a few of them." He comes to my side and brings the blanket down and starts to lift my hospital gown up.

I look at him with shocked eyes and red cheeks, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Edward rolls his eyes, "I have to check if the tape on your ribs are tight enough, you won't be able to sit up so I have to lift it up."

"O-oh." I say shakingly as he pushes it up past my thighs and leaves it curling up at the top of my chest. Embarrassingly, my heart starts pounding harder as I have him this close, I feel sparks between the contact of our flesh and I almost jump. The monitor has my heart rate of display for Edward, and I feel as if I'm going to die if he notices it.

He frowns, "Whoever did your tape didn't put a lot of care into it," He sighs, looking at me with a serious look, "I'm going to need to sit you up."

"Can I have the pain killers first?" I bite my lip, blushing.

"Sure." He grabs me the two cups. I only have use of one hand, so he passes me the one with the table so I throw them in my mouth, and then the water and I wash it down, "The drug won't take affect for another five to ten minutes, but I would feel better if this is done sooner or else the rib could potentially do more damage internally."

"Okay."

"And I'm going to have to take your gown off as well."

I blush deeper, "Okay."

He nods, "I'm going to get a nurse in to help me hold you while I retighten the tape."

"Okay." Is all I can say.

A moment or two later, him and the brunette nurse walks in, she going to my left as Edward stays to my right, "Miss Swan, this is Angela, she's going to keep a hold on you while I do the tape, okay?"

"Okay."

He slips his hand under my shoulder blade and Angela does as well and pull me up. I bite my lip as hard as I can and my eyes squeezing shut as I feel pain through my entire upper half, my lower half just feeling very uncomfortable. I wonder if I'm a paraplegic now considering I haven't felt so much as a pain in the leg that's supposedly broken in several places.

They one of them unties the dress at neck and they both pull it down to the ball and socket joints of my arms, though my left is hanging up towards the ceiling, it's rather uncomfortable. I blush as I realize I have nothing under my gown, meaning that I am naked in front of a stranger and my ex who hasn't seen me like this in eight years. I can both feel and hear my heart beating more rapidly thanks to the monitor. Angela coos, "No need to worry Bella, this will all be over soon."

"Miss Swan, I'm about to give you a stronger sedative in your spine or else this will be more painful then necessary, is that okay?"

"Yes." I bite down harder to the point that I expect to smell blood.

I feel a small sharp pain in my back, and slowly a little pressure later, I start feeling a numbing sensation overriding all feeling, and I suddenly can't sit up by myself, giving Angela a harder time keeping me sitting up right. Edward kneels down so he is parallel with my stomach, and starts to unwrap the tape. I look down at my body and grimace, Edward is right, my body is sixty percent bruised. I look horrible, I'm half naked, and my ex boyfriend from high school is taping me up, could this get any worse?

"You don't have to be embarrassed Bella, we're professionals, we see this stuff every day." Angela tries to comfort me.

I feel my face heat up once more, "Doesn't make me feel any better."

"Almost done." Edward says.

"Why don't I have feeling in my legs?" I ask, not entirely sure if I want to know the answer.

"We had to put your waist down to sleep because of the fractures, if you were to wake up without it you would have injured yourself further."

I sigh in relief, "So I'm not a paraplegic?"

Edward breaths a laugh, "No."

I bet he wishes that I were for what I done to him… I frown, trying not to give Edward a sympathy glance as he finishes taping me up, "All done, you may go back to your work, thank you Angela."

Angela nods, "Do you feel hungry at all?"

I give her a polite smile, "I can't really feel anything from the chest down, but thanks."

She laughs, pulling a cord with the red button on it and wraps it around the bed's bar, "Just peep this if you need anything and someone will be with you soon."

I nod, "Thanks."

Angela walks out, leaving Edward to pull my gown back up and over my shoulders, instantly making me more comfortable, "Thank you."

He gives me a swift nod, then turns and grabs the sodium chloride fill drip, changing it over. As soon as he clips the new one in I instantly feel the cold liquid rushing through my veins, I shiver, "Do you want another blanket?"

I bite my lip, "Yes please."

Edward leaves and within a few moments, he has a new blanket and places it gently over my body to avoid any unnecessary pain, I ask, "How have you been?"

He stops abundantly, before resuming putting the blanket on, "Good, do you want anything else?"

I can't say that I'm not hurt by his coldness, then again, I pretty much asked for it by ending it the way I did, "No."

He nods, "I'll be back later to check on you."

I stare straight ahead, nodding back as I feel moisture fill my eyes, "Okay."

Edward leaves without looking back, and I feel a dark haze consume me. Today has got to be the worst day of my life, well, second worse.