Disclaimer: I do own a copy of Twilight; however, I don't own the actual rights to said book … :(
A/N: I have no idea how all this doctor stuff works, I researched it a little and went of that – but if I totally mess it up or something, I'm sorry! :- (
Chapter 4: Amnesia
BPOV
I opened my eyes to see a bronze-haired boy, looking at me curiously.
"Isabella Swan?" he said my name as if it were a question.
"Yes?" I asked, not sure who he was, or why he knew my name.
"Hello, my name is Edward Cullen," he began while I racked my brain for how I knew him. "I'm-"
"Are you my boyfriend?" I asked, perplexed.
He froze, and eyed me cautiously, hesitating before answering.
"Well, um," he played with his collar, "No, I'm your doctor."
"You're my doctor?" I asked, still confused. "But you're so young! Look, if you want to break up just tell me, I won't cry."
"I'm not lying to you, you're in Forks Hospital, you had an accident" he said solemnly, "And I would never break up with you," he added, "Not that we are dating or anything."
I nodded, trying to make sense of what he was saying.
I was in the hospital? For what? Where was Charlie? Renee?
"Where are my parents?" I asked, much like a little girl.
"They've been called," he responded, while making notes of machines that were connected to me. "Do you remember what happened Isabella?"
"I was in an accident," I quoted what he told me earlier.
"Yes," he nodded, "But do you remember what happened?"
I frowned, "No, wait did I fall off a horse? Or run into a pole? Or trip over something?" I said, trying to guess what I did.
"No, Isabella, you were riding a motorcycle and crashed." Edward said.
"But," I tried to register what he was telling me, "But, I can't even drive. What was I doing riding a motorcycle?"
"You can drive," Edward replied.
"No, I can't, I'll be getting my permit next month" I said, "Unless, oh no, was I driving without a license? Oh crap, Mom and Dad are going to kill me!" I started to panic.
"No, no," Edward said, putting his hand on my shoulder reassuringly, "You weren't driving without a license," he paused, "Why don't you rest a little while we wait for your parents to get here?"
That sounded like a good idea, so I agreed.
EPOV
As soon as Isabella was asleep, I walked out of her room and directly to Carlisle's office.
"She woke up," I said as soon as I closed his door.
"Miss Swan did?" he asked, I nodded. "Have her parents been contacted?"
"Yes, Mr. Swan has been called, her mother lives in Arizona and Mr. Swan asked not to contact her." I replied.
"What has Miss Swan said?" Carlisle asked.
I shifted nervously, not wanting to mention the part when she asked if I was her boyfriend.
"She asked where her parents were, and she didn't know how she ended up here." I paused, "She thinks she is getting her permit in a month."
"Amnesia?" Carlisle asked.
"I think so," I said, "I should be getting back to her, her dad should be her soon."
"Right, I'll be in a couple minutes to check on her myself," Carlisle said.
I walked out of his office and back into Isabella's room, to find her still sleeping peacefully when I heard a knock on the door.
I looked up and saw Mr. Swan standing there, anxious and worried. I motioned for him to follow me outside, and he did.
"She woke up about ten minutes ago," I told Mr. Swan.
"She did?" He seemed relieved, "Thank God. Is she alright then?"
"Well, sir, she has amnesia," I said.
Mr. Swan didn't say anything, so I continued, "It seems she thinks she is still fourteen, and just about to get her permit. I was talking to her for a brief period of time, and she doesn't remember the accident, or her boyfriend. There is hope though, most of the time amnesiacs get their memory back."
Mr. Swan looked concerned and glanced at her daughter, "How long does it take?"
"Well, that varies; she could get it back in as little as a day, or as long as years. We really have no definite answer, as we aren't sure exactly how amnesia works still." I sighed, "But if we work with Isabella, and continue to think positively, I'm sure she will be better soon."
"Ok," Mr. Swan said, still looking at his daughter, "Is it okay if I talk to her?"
"Of course, I'll be down the hall if you need anything." I said, leaving Mr. Swan and his daughter alone.
BPOV
"Bella?" I heard a familiar voice say.
I opened my eyes to see my dad, and smiled, "Ch-Dad!"
"Oh, Bella, how are you sweetheart?" he asked, holding my hand.
"Where's mom?" I asked, ignoring his question. I was in the hospital, how did he think I was?
"Renee?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, dad, what other mother do I have?" I rolled my eyes. "Is she still at home?"
"Bella, honey," he said, squeezing my hand, "Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" I asked.
"Your mom is in Arizona," he replied.
"What? Why would she be there?" I asked.
"Renee and I are no longer together," Charlie said quietly.
"What?" Surly I would have remembered this I thought.
"We got divorced two years ago," Charlie said, sadly. "She remarried last summer."
"Mom remarried?" I repeated, not believing it.
"Yes," he nodded, "Phil, the baseball player," he said through gritted teeth.
"Dad, I don't remember any of this," I started to tear up, "What's wrong with me?"
"Oh honey," he said, moving to sit next to me on the bed, "You were in a terrible accident, and you have amnesia."
"I have amnesia?" I repeated again, this was all too much.
Charlie simply nodded, "The doctors say you'll get better though, and you'll be in the best care. I'll be here every step of the way, Bells. I'm sure your friends will be too, Jacob said he's on his way right now, and your other friends will stop by later."
"Jacob?" I asked.
"Billy's son?" Charlie said and I nodded remembering Billy, "Jacob is Billy's son… your boyfriend."
"I like Jacob?" I asked.
"Very much so, he's a great guy Bells. Although I can't believe he let you ride that motorcycle," he added under his breath, "but he really cares for you. You two have a great time together."
I heard a knock at the door and saw a guy who had to have been at least 6'3 with dark black hair standing there.
"Speak of the devil," Charlie said.
"Hey Charlie, Bella," the boy made his way to me and then kissed my lightly on the lips.
I sat back, confused.
"Bella, this is Jake," Charlie said gesturing to Jacob.
"My boyfriend," I filled in. Jacob nodded and looked over at Charlie.
"She has amnesia," Charlie told him gravely.
"You don't remember me Bells?" Jacob asked, hurt.
"Well," I paused, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "I guess I kind of do."
He smiled and hugged me, "I knew you wouldn't be able to forget me."
I simply smiled at him.
"I'll leave you two alone so you can get reacquainted." Charlie stood up and left the room.
Jacob took his spot on the bed, "So you've missed some awesome parties while you've been out."
"I have?" I asked, noticing almost everything I said was a question.
"Yea, Ashley threw one two days ago, it was amazing!" he said, stretching out the word.
"Too bad I missed it," I tried seeming sad. Since when was I into parties? I thought.
"It would have been so much better if you were there," he added, "I've missed you. It just isn't the same without you there with me."
"Jacob, can I ask you a question?" I said.
"Sure, sure," he replied.
"How long have we been going out?"
"Well, almost two years now. We've had some crazy times, Bells. Do you think if I tell you some stories it will help you remember?" he asked.
"I'm not sure?" I said, "Why not."
"Ok," he began, "Let's see. I'll start with how we met." He paused, "We were both at Tyler's birthday party. Do you remember him?" he asked, and I shook me head, "Well he's a really cool guy, you like him." I nodded and he continued, "Well, you were a little tipsy and stumbling all over the place, when you bumped into me." He smiled, "I caught you from falling and then we started to dance. By the end of the night we'd been dancing and laughing for hours, and that's when I asked you out. You said yes, of course, and ever since we've been together."
"How…" I searched for the right word, "Romantic?"
"Totally, my favorite night was the night you told me you loved me though." He said.
"I did?" I asked.
He nodded, "Yep, we were in Ashley's Jacuzzi alone." I looked at him, "We'd lost a bet and had to go outside in it in January, it was like ten degrees outside and we were just in our underwear." I blushed, but he continued, "Anyways, you were straddling me, while I was sitting on one of the seats, and you looked deep into my eyes and said 'I love you Jacob Black,' and then kissed me more passionately the you ever had before." He smiled. "That was an awesome night."
I shifted awkwardly, wondering what he meant by awesome night. Was I having sex with him? I didn't dare ask.
"That doesn't sound much like me," I said.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Well, just the drinking and partying," and making out with you in the Jacuzzi, I added mentally "It doesn't seem like something I'd do."
"I can't believe you don't remember anything," he said, "You used to love that kind of stuff."
"Did I? Well, my dad said I could remember any day," I smiled, and for a brief second I could have sworn I saw Jacob frown.
"Well, that's great," he recovered, "Hey I have to go, I'll be back later though. I love you Bella," he said and then bent down to kiss me passionately.
I kissed back, what else could I do, when I heard someone coughing. Jacob back away from me and I saw that Edward was standing at the door.
"Sorry to interrupt," he said, throwing a sideways glance at Jacob, "But I have to ask Isabella a few questions."
Jacob narrowed his eyes at Edward, but said ok and walked out the door.
Edward pulled up a chair from the corner and sat next to the bed.
"Hi again," I said, noticing for the first time how cute he was. He had deep green eyes, disheveled bronze hair, and amazing soft pink lips. I wonder how it would feel to kiss those lips, I thought, then shook my head appalled with myself; I had a boyfriend who I supposedly loved.
"Hello," he said, pulling out paper and a pencil, "I have to ask you a couple questions, Isabella."
"Please, call me Bella, I'm only called Isabella when I'm in trouble," I smiled at him.
He smiled a crooked smile and nodded, "Ok, Bella, what is the last thing you remember?"
I thought hard, "Well," I paused, "I remember my first day of high school, I remember planning for my fifteenth birthday party, it was going to be my first boy-girl party."
Edward smiled, "You don't remember anything after that? Do you remember the party?"
"Um" I thought harder, "I don't think so…"
"Alright," he nodded, "Well, Bella, you are eighteen, so according to my math, you can't remember the past 3 years." I frowned, and he continued, "There is no sure way to cure amnesia, but we are going to ask your family and friends to show you pictures and tell you stories which will hopefully trigger your memory." I nodded, "We will be keeping you here for another two days just to be safe, but after that you are free to go home. I will be personally checking up on you every day or two, for at least two months, to make sure you are doing well and to check your progress. The process will be a frustrating one, but we are all here for you, Is-Bella," he corrected himself and reached out to put his hand reassuringly over my own.
When our hands touched pleasant shock waves went up my hand and arm. My heart beet speed up and I could hear the heart monitor betraying me, creating louder and quicker beeps. I blushed and looked down hearing Edward's soft chuckling he then squeezed my hand and walked out of the room silently.
A/N: I said the characters will be a little OCC ... but keep in mind Bella's actions were in her PAST ... so please don't flame me for her and Jake or for what they did!! I swear I'll explain it later!! And so the real story begins … One of Bella's questionable past, her confusing present and of course her unknown future. Questions will be answered, more will be raised, and some will become a mystery. There is only one way to know what happens, review, review, review! Then after you REVIEW, go vote on my new poll please!