A/N: I'm really enjoying reading the comments I've been getting. Your insight is so great and helps get the plot bunnies hopping as I try to decide what to do for future chapters. So, let's see what is going on in Leah's head after the accident...

Chapter 3- My Hospital Welcome

Leah Clearwater's POV

"She's been recovering very quickly," One male voice spoke.

"Wow really, it was a pretty hard hit, her right arm and left leg was stuck under the front wheel. I don't understand why someone would lay out in the middle of the road like that?" Another male voice spoke.

"Well, at least our treatments are working. You don't have to pay a massive hospital bill," The first man said with slight excitement.

"And her head, that was the worst! It was bleeding out all over the pavement on one side, I'm shocked she didn't die," The second man continued in a tense manner ignoring the first man.

"Well, thank God that she is on her way to a full recovery. Besides you weren't the one who even hit her," The first man said, still hinting to a bright side.

"But still he's my son and he's been really upset about the whole thing. I think he likes this girl..." The second man said in a soft tone.

"I can't really help you with that. Come with me, I need you to fill out some paperwork," The first man tells the second one.

I hear their footsteps as they leave the room. I wait until they are out of the room. I open my eyes and sit up abruptly. Then I'm pulled back by an army of wires. They were connected to an array of machines surrounding me. I must've gotten hurt pretty bad. It looked as if I were on life support. Good thing, I was a fast healing werewolf or I would probably be dead by now.

My room was very much like any hospital room. White walls with outlets and a bunch of machines. Then a closet, only holding the one pair of clothes I currently owned, and a bathroom. Though, there wasn't really a window in the room, just a really bright light beside me. Someone must've messed up on the construction.

Just then, the door opened and I immediately froze. This was way too early for me having to confront a human being. I wasn't good with people. For the two years I had been cut-off from society in my world of despair, my knowledge of socialization deteriorated far beyond repair.

The door shut behind the unwanted person. It was a girl; a cheery, perky, little psycho named Ali indicated by her name tag. I could tell she was one of "those girls" who had everything going for her in life. Daddy had given her enough money to buy a mansion, get into medical school and just piss off the nearest bitch possible. Sadly, that was me.

"Oh, you're awake! The doctor's going to be very pleased. By the way, my name is Ali," She said in that perfect, bubbly voice.

She turned away from me, her long, wavy blonde hair bouncing off one shoulder onto the other. It was sickening. Then, she leaned over her "perfectly sized" ass directly at my face.

My eyes! MY BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL EYES! I screamed inside.

She slowly and carefully pulled herself up to full height as she changed the fluid pumping through my IV. She turned around, her hair just ricocheting off her face, all the way back over the opposite shoulder. She readjusted her bra and smiled that pearly, white smile. I tried to hold back the puke rising in my throat.

She dusted her hands off and put them on her hips. I waited until the moment she would finally make an "accident" and just walk away with "that grin" on her face. It surprisingly never happened.

"Well, I'll go tell the doctor, you're awake. Hopefully I did the IV right this time. Last time it almost fell apart," She giggled as she left the room.

I was dazed for the moment. How could such a snobbish, allegedly smart and perfect looking girl not try to piss off the nearest bitch, or just point out some insane flaw for the matter? She must be just waiting for that moment to strike. Like a cat stalking a mouse, you have to kill it at just the right time and apparently that time hadn't come.

The door opened again and in walked the doctor. His name was Dr. Broadsmin. He was probably one of the shortest doctors I'd ever seen, but one of the most handsome. Now, Carlisle at Forks was inhumanly gorgeous but he was being beat next to this guy. He was almost anti- Carlisle. He had long dark brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail to not cover his sinister- looking hazel eyes. His skin was a marble white, the normal human pigment. He also could scrunch up his eyebrows when he was thinking, which seemed to be the biggest turn-on, next to the bright white teeth, which seemed brighter than Carlisle's. I was dozing off just looking at him, but knew for some odd reason he wasn't my type.

"Hello, umm... what is your name? We never found any records of you," He said with that dazzling smile at the end.

"Leah, Leah Clearwater," I told him. He wrote it down on the first piece of paper attached to his clipboard.

"Okay, Leah, and if you must know, why you are here, you were run over by a car. You had twisted both your ankles, pulled a tendon in your left leg, fractured your right leg, suffered a concussion, wounded your head, and... let's just say your legs were basically shattered," He forced out a small chuckle.

I laughed back out of pain.

"So we had to put a cast on both your legs, twelve stitches in your head with a bandage around it, and then a cast on your left wrist for severe bruising."

I nodded and grinned.

"We are still going to keep you in the hospital for a week, your concussion has just become benign and we wanted to keep an eye on you, since it took less than 24 hours," He said adding his brilliant smile.

"Okay, sure, by the way, who hit me?" I asked, awkwardly, since this was the first time I actually spoke.

He paused. "He'd rather not have me tell you. He was really upset about the whole thing," He said looking towards the ground.

I knew how mad this guy would feel. I had lied down in the middle of the road and made this guy, who supposedly likes me, run over me. I knew that I shouldn't feel remorse for that was out of joy, and to destroy all despondency that I'd thought to be gone for good. Though, I now know that despair may not be as bad, for happiness can make you irritable and unlikeable just like the airhead nurse. Maybe some bad in life wouldn't be bad after all.

Just as I turned to look at the doctor, the door slammed opened and closed suddenly. I looked at the door and back at the doctor. He was looking down again, turning his head in a depressed manner, as if to say "NO!" Then, he forced on his brilliant smile.

"I have to go take care of something, be right back," He said and ran out the door.

I could hear their conversation completely and clearly.

"She's awake?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yes," The doctor whispered.

"Oh she must be wicked angry at me right now. I almost killed her. You didn't tell her it was me, right?" He asked in a very depressed manner.

"No, I didn't," The doctor answered.

It was silent for a moment. I could hear one of them pace the floor and scratch his chin. Then a small burst of air came through the door, as if one flung his arms out creating a draft. Then, it stopped.

"Well… I guess I'll need to face the music sometime," He said.

I tensed under the covers. I could hear the door open, inch-by-inch, second-by-second. Who was this guy? Was he some punk bastard? Would he even like me? All these questions ran through my head until the door opened fully.

In stepped in, the person I was shocked to see, but happy to see, though I still didn't want to see. My imprint, flesh and blood, had just walked through the door. His dark green eyes met with mine and the hospital disappeared. It was only us, an Adam and Eve, a Romeo and Juliet, or as I preferred Cameron and Leah. We reached out towards each other and muttered each other's names as if we knew each other our whole lives:

"Leah..."
"Cameron..."

The world had stopped the time Leah and Cameron looked at each other, slowing enough for Leah not to notice the nurse's terrible IV set-up fall apart. It was the first time in many a millenia that the predator had fallen in love with the hunter.

A/N: I'll just confirm your guesses now that YES, Leah did imprint. So, now we have introduced a new character into the story, Cameron! And guess what, he has a bit of a story to tell along with Leah's, so stay tuned for Cameron's POV in the next chapter, but for now, I'd love to hear your thoughts and reviews of this chapter. You know how much I LOVE those!

Thank you for reading! (: