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Chapter Two: Port-A-Cath

Bella Swan.

The week had gone by pretty much the same, and I was surprised about how many people I already thought of as friends. I didn't have many back in Phoenix.

On the following Monday, the date that had been arranged for my results to be given back to me, Charlie had been called in for work and wouldn't be available to join me. Something I hoped that would happen.

I knocked on Dr Cullen's door and walked in after he'd given me permission. He looked up from his papers on his desk as I took a seat. "I get the feeling you've been lying to your parents, Bella." Carlisle admitted. I gulped, looking down at my hands, turning back to look up at him feeling guilty. "It's all right Bella. It can be cured, it will just take a little longer then your parents think, but you shouldn't be lying to Charlie."

"I don't want to tell him." I mumbled. "Not just yet."

"I'm not going to force you to, Bella." I smiled at him, and began picking at my nails. "But I'm advising you to." We both stayed silent for a few minutes till he began to speak again. "I'd like to start your chemotherapy within the next month. If that's fine with you?"

"Yeah sure." I mumbled, sinking into my chair.

"I can book you an appointment for tomorrow night for your port-a-catheter. It'll be less painful in the long run whilst your receiving the chemo. In a nutshell, it's like a set of tubes that go into your body helping to fight the cancer. It's up to you if you want to go through with it."

"Sure. It's what's best right? It'll make me better." I smiled.

He pulled out sheets and began writing on them. "I'll put it in your chest area. I've heard having it in your arm can be painful when you move it." He ripped out a piece of paper from his wad. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

I stood up, my joints feeling sore. "See you later." I grinned taking it and leaving.

When Charlie came home later that day I decided against telling him how developed the cancer was. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right? So I just told him part of the truth to stop myself feeling bad, telling him that I was going to get the port done the next night, and that he had nothing to worry about.

The next morning was quiet, with Charlie reassuring me that he'd be there whilst I got it done, and my mother also calling me with words of encouragement. Thinking about how much they'd tried to be involved with this and help me kept making me feel worse.

The weather didn't help my mood in the slightest. The roads were slick with ice and snow. At least getting to school wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. Realising I was a little early for school I sat in my truck, not wanting make myself any more colder than I already was.

I turned to see Edward approaching my trucks door. I swung it open, shivering from the cold. Edward quickly hopped inside closing the door. "Cold?" He smiled.

"Very."

I took off my gloves and put my hands under my thighs, deciding it was probably warmer than a pair of gloves. I was right.

"That's a nasty bruise." He observed as he pointed to my wrist, then taking it into his hands and tracing around it gently.

"Mmm." Was my only response, as I looked back out the front window of my truck, keeping my eyes off his, and trying to concentrate on something else other than him touching my hand.

I could feel his eyes stare at the side of my head. "How did you get them?"

I shrugged. "You've seen how clumsy I am. How am I supposed to remember?"

He just replied with a smile and held my hand in both of his comforting warm hands. All of a sudden a screech was heard outside the trucks cabin, but I paid it no attention as Edward and I both gazed into each others eyes. He turned back to my hand in his, giving it a little squeeze, before a black shape came skidding into the side of the truck, making me hit my nose a little too hard then what I would of liked.

"Shit." I muttered as I realised blood was trickling down my nose.

I looked up at Edward, who was staring at me with concern. "Are you all right?" He asked. "Put your head between your knees and pinch." He instructed.

I did as I was told, till the ambulance came and took Tyler, who's van had crashed into my truck, Edward and I to the hospital, sending them straight to the emergency room, and me to Carlisle.

"I guess I'm early, huh?" I smiled.

Carlisle chuckled. "Very. Was it the free ride you were unwilling to give up?"

I nodded my head sadly. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"I'll just check you over, good thing your meant to be going in for surgery later. We've just had someone drop out from an earlier appointment, looks like we can fit you in earlier then your expected if you want. That way everyone can get home earlier today." He smiled. "Except you."

I sighed. "Don't remind me." I leaned back into the hospital bed. "Let's just get this over and done with."

"I'll call a nurse to get you prepped." He smiled as he walked out the door.

I closed my eyes until the door reopened. "You awake dear?" Came a feminine voice.

"Hmm." I smiled, opening my eyes.

"Get changed into these then." She smiled dropping a pile of hospital clothes at the end of the bed, then got out a clipboard. "When was the last time you ate something?" She questioned.

"Around seven." I replied.

"Drank?"

"Half seven? I think."

"All's good."

I scowled at the hospital gown as I shook it out properly to see it. "Attractive." I muttered sarcastically.

"Very." The nurse chuckled. "I'll tell Dr Cullen to give you give minutes." She gave me a smile and then left again.

I looked at the hideous, insulting one piece hospital nightie, scowling at my reflection on the glass where the blinds where rolled down. Just when I wondered I could look any worse, I was made to wear this thing.

A knock came from the door, then Carlisle walked in with the same nurse as before again. "Decent?"

"Dressed, yes. Decent, far from it in this." I scowled again at the disgusting pattern on it.

He chuckled. "It looks as though we're ready to go, hey?"

"Knock yourself out." I smiled as I climbed onto the bed.

The nurse swabbed my hand before sticking an IV in. They pushed my bed out into the corridor into what I presumed was the operating theatre, whatever they called it here.

"Count back from ten, Bella." The nurse instructed, leaning over me as she pushed down on the needle letting the fluids inside my body.

I smiled like I was dopey as I felt the medicine take effect...

I woke up as my bed was being pushed back down the corridor to my room. "All good?" I asked.

"Yeah, just got a few questions for you when your ready." He replied smiling down at me.

I sat up a bit, my chest stinging a bit. "Fire away. I feel like I'm going to end up falling asleep until tomorrow afternoon anyway." I joked.

He shook his head smiling. "Heard your dad popped in by the way, but you and I were both in theatre."

I rubbed my forehead. "Is there a phone or something so I can call him?" I questioned.

They pushed me through the door to my room. "In here there is, by your bed. I'd give your mother a call too if I were you."

"Good idea." I smiled, then winced in pain.

He frowned. "I'll let you make your calls before I begin the analysis."

"'kay." I mumbled as he left, and the nurse set up some of the wires before she left too.

I grabbed the phone off the wall, punching in Renee's number first. She was, after all, most likely to over react the longer I took. "Hey mom!" I called into the phone tiredly as soon as she had picked up.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." I reassured her. "It was a lot more pleasant then what I thought it would be. Anyway, can't we talk about something else? I haven't had many opportunities to have a decent conversation with many people around here without it being related to this crap." I muttered.

Renee chuckled. "I'm pretty sure it's doing your head in sweetie."

"Too right."

"So tell me about your doctor." She asked. "He called me last night, he's got a nice voice, I bet he's handsome too. Is he single?"

"He's got kids mom." I muttered. "And he was probably married along time ago." I only assumed the last bit. That subject hadn't come up in one of Edward's and I's conversations.

Renee laughed over the phone. "I was joking honey. I've got Phil." I heard her sigh over the phone. "I miss you baby."

"I miss you too mom, but I'll see you soon."

She sighed. "Maybe I should fly down for your first couple of rounds of chemo. I feel like a bad mother."

"Your only a bad mother if I want you here."

Renee laughed. "Nice to know you feel that way about me."

"You know what I mean." I muttered yawning. "I'm fine with you not being here."

"Maybe I should come down." Renee mused over the phone.

I sighed. "Honestly, mom, I'm perfectly fine here."

"I hope your fathers looking after you."

"He is. He doesn't even appreciate my jokes about it."

"Maybe I should come down." She sighed again. "I'm sure Phil won't mind, he's busy with work. You must be bored by yourself. I know you haven't told any of your friends."

"It'll scare them off mom. They'll freak out." I sighed.

"I care about you baby."
"Yeah, I know mom." I yawned a little louder.

"I'll let you go. I want my little girl to get all the rest she can."

"Sure mom." I yawned. "Bye."

"Bye baby." She replied as she hung up.

I smiled and closed my eyes placing the phone back on the cradle. I saw the eyes of Edward Cullen staring back at me, the way he was in my truck earlier... I picked the phone back up calling the stations number, sure to get my dad there. Sure to get the likes of Edward Cullen off my mind if only for a while.

Edward Cullen.

I couldn't find Bella anywhere, and whilst walking down a corridor I was sure I was walking down only a quarter of an hour before, I heard her voice coming from a room. I walked up to the room, pressing my ear against the door, till deciding that I needed to see her, and that she was fine till I could reassure myself she wasn't hurt.

"I thought you were meant to be reassuring me, not the other way round." I could see Bella smirk at my father in a joking manner as I spied on them through small gaps between the blinds.

Carlisle sighed running a hand through his hair as he wrote on his clipboard, before looking back up to Bella, a worried smile on his face. "You take this too well." Bella simply shrugged, Carlisle sighed as he sat on the bed next to her. "I want to make sure you get better Bella, your an important patient, and one of my favourites. The hassle I get off some of the others." He chuckled.

"Yeah right, your saying that to make me feel better about always having to be here... or it's emotional blackmail to get me to be nicer to you. Hard to choose which one though."She laughed as she tapped her chin grinning.

She winced in pain a few seconds after, Carlisle catching the face she made. "Give me a number Bella." He ordered.

"Seven." She muttered looking defeated.

"Finally a rational response." Carlisle muttered laughing awkwardly. Bella smiled. "I'll send a nurse in." He smiled as he got up to move.

"Who painted the room?" Bella asked, noting the light purple walls. A colour paint Alice had given Emmett when he was given his punishment. She said it was a nice calming colour, and would suit a hospital room better then any other.

"My son, Emmett, as a punishment."

"Jeeze, you make me feel like a right pain in the backside." She commented.

"Your anything but." Carlisle chuckled. "The colour makes a difference to the normal colour, I thought you'd get a little bored with plain white walls."

"Your right." She smiled. "Tell him I said thanks."

He rolled his eyes getting up. "Way to feed my sons ego." He laughed. "I'll pass it on. Next time your in pain, I need you to tell me so I can make this easier for you. I'd hate for your father to shoot me for neglecting you." He chuckled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. He turned to walk where I was staring in the window, till he noticed me standing in front of him. "Hey son." He smiled. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged. "Got bored I guess."

"Edward." He stated, in a way as if he knew what I was up to. I sighed and walked off down the corridor, Carlisle following me. "You know you shouldn't go around snooping like that, especially in a hospital. I could get into trouble."

"That's different. I needed to see her." I mumbled. "Is she all right?"

"She's good." He replied and walked up to the nurses desk. "Can you give Miss Swan another shot of morphine." He handed over a couple of pieces of paper and came back to me, returning to the emergency room.

"Aren't you going to tell me what she's doing in that room?" I asked.

He stopped and stared at me. "You know I'm not allowed to tell you that."

"Not like anyone will find out." I complained.

"She will." He replied. "Don't make me get angry with you Edward."

"Fine." I grumbled turning back around towards where Bella's room was whilst Carlisle went off to tend to other patients. I knocked gently on Bella's door, opening it after the fourth time after she hadn't answered to me. "Bella?" I called softly, searching until my eyes landed on her asleep on the bed. I smiled as I walked over to her, brushing her hair out of her face. She truly was beyond beautiful. I loved everything about her, the way she just was. And I knew I was falling for her bad.

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