A/N-Dear readers… I missed Edward's point of view. And this story is just missing something without his perspective. So… for every few chapters of Bella's perspective, there will be one or two chapters of Edward.

I love writing Edward's perspective and I feel like (sometimes) I'm more in tune with what he might be thinking than Bella. Strange, huh?

So remember that I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse… therefore…. I don't own many of the characters in this series.

Edward's POV

I frowned at my wrinkled scrubs. It had been a long day. Thankfully, all of my medical instincts had kicked in so I could run on autopilot without much trouble. My mind had been forty miles away, with Bella, all day.

I had missed her during my morning routine earlier. The TV usually blasted the news throughout the house. My scrubs were usually clean, pressed and laying out on the bed waiting for me. She was usually sharing the big mirror in the bathroom with me, getting ready for work herself. I felt like we were divorced, being separated like this. And the mindset did not help my mood.

Looking around the apartment I could tell she hadn't done much while I was gone. Her laptop laid open, screensaver on, at the kitchen table. Her bags were still stacked where I had placed them beside the door. Nothing seemed out of place. She hadn't even pulled the thin blanket off the couch to cover up with.

She just slept. It was a deep, troubled sleep.

I had first thought that it was impossible for us to be affected by our thoughts during sleep. But our unconscious mind is not untroubled by the conscious worries of the world.

She winced again in her sleep and I wondered if I should wake her up. Truthfully, the only thing that I really desired was to snuggle up beside her. Neither of us had slept the night before, worrying over each other. I had been more than dead on my feet—no pun intended—at the office.

Looking at her, I was glad that she was getting any rest… I had expected to find her sitting up in a chair staring blankly out a window. I hadn't promised that I would come, but after checking with Alice, I knew it would be safe for me to at least visit and spend the evening with her.

So my mind began to wander, as it sometimes did. Blocking out the dozen or so voices that were in my mind reading range, I began to wonder just exactly what the Volturi would think of my current state. Were Bella's fears accurate? Was there more in store for me—for us—than an interview and a reprieve from the royal vampires?

I didn't bear to think about it. It was going to be hard enough creating some lie that left Bella dead, without explaining why I didn't come back to Volterra myself, asking for death again.

And Alice's visions were becoming more and more vivid. I would have to leave. Go to Volterra. We all would. Leaving Bella here. Where she could be safe.

I didn't want her to be alone. I didn't want to have to leave. I suddenly felt the urge to stomp my foot like a three year old. As if that would help the situation. It would only serve to wake Bella up.

I thought of the options. I could send her to Renee's. As much as I hated to think about it, Bella's appearance could be altered slightly to make her look older. Her hair could be cut. Alice could encourage her to wear a little bit of makeup.

Or she could go to Denali. Tanya and her family would welcome Bella with open arms. And she would be safe there, away from probing eyes and pretensions.

On the edge of my mind was another alternative. Something I almost dared not think. But there it was. Jacob. It was only a comforting thought because I knew Jacob was capable of taking care of her. And if his pack was still active and tried to attack her, she could take care of herself.

I sighed. All of these plans hinged on her being far away from me. It was an idea I more than disliked.

A/N- So what do you think? Will it be too confusing if Edward has some say in this story? Review and tell me! Please!