Chapter 7

Bella

He showed up at the hospital, she couldn't believe it at all. He had the audacity to do that, and hell, for what reason, that stupid baseball injury that had happened almost a decade back. For a moment she wondered it was genuinely that bad, but then she had seen worse cases in her career. While she was a doing her masters at Columbia, while practicing and even at Dartmouth. She remembered the white haired doctor writing a remark on his file, nothing severe, just a minor concussion, might have slight trauma afterwards. It was unlikely that he would have to seek a neurologist's advice on this sort of an injury. There had been no signs of possible haemorrhage.

Luckily enough, she didn't have to treat him, he had been sent to Rose for his diagnosis who had written down a list of scans before she said anything.

"Bella?" Rosalie's voice brought her back to the reality. "What are you thinking?" she said giving Bella a concerned look.

"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all," I shook my head and concentrated on the actions of the fork and the spoon on the quarter plate.

"Hey, are you worried about that patient?" Rosalie asked, "I know you are compassionate towards your patients, but it's okay, this chap probably has nothing to worry about, he'll live on to marry the love of his life, and have many kids and die when he is at least a century old." Rosalie filled the conversation with her dreams of a happily ever after, which she thought that everybody deserved.

Bella wondered about her words, if she felt some amount of compassion towards him even for a moment, just overcome by the professionalism. But then, doctors were not supposed to be emotional, it was against the profession, they were allowed compassion, they were allowed concern, but any sort of attachment, newfound, old, whatsoever, even a flickering one was not allowed. It could destroy them, and their entire profession of a doctor.

She no longer felt hungry; it was as if she was too full, despite the fact that she was having an early brunch with Rose and she had skipped dinner last night. This strange revelation had killed her appetite. There was a part of her that wanted to see those scans and Edward and know for herself that he was doing fine, that there was nothing really to worry about. It was more of a professional thing, she tried to explain to herself… and then there was a part of her that warned her against it. Last time, he'd shown up at her hospital, she'd winded up getting pregnant and ditched by him. God knows how it'll turn out this time.

But since he had shown up at the hospital, it was going to be a little difficult avoiding him. But, that was the least of her concerns; she was worried about her child. And what could happen if Edward met her.

Rosalie

The bronze haired guy sat right in front of me, strangely calm for someone who had come to a neurologist for the diagnosis of his old head injuries, it was really funny and unnerving at the same time. As if he was sure that there was nothing wrong with him. She directed her attention back to the scans and the reports, there was indeed nothing.

"Mr Cullen," she started, "you have nothing to worry about, all is good from what I can see from your scans."

"Are you sure, doctor?" he asked. Was he questioning her skills as a doctor? Rosalie was miffed by his nonchalance.

"Yes, Mr Cullen, there is nothing to worry about," she affirmed her statement.

"Then it's a great news," he just changed his facial expression by the corner of his lips turning upwards in a menacing smile. "But if there's a persisting headache?"

"Then you can come back, we'll be happy to treat you," Rosalie said in a very non-doctor-like tone. She was already annoyed.

"Thank you, Dr Hale," he said, getting up from his chair as he extended his hand towards her. She shook it, "we're here to care," Rosalie voiced a cheesy hospital commercial. Within two seconds the annoying guy was out of her office, and she was glad.

Her pager beeped, it was a message from Bella. She needed to see her for a moment. Rosalie opened the door and got out of her office, only to see Bella standing in front of her, five seconds away from knocking at the door.

"Hey, Bella, all okay?" she asked.

"I just remembered, I have a PTA meet to attend at school," she said.

"Oh, damn!"

"Yeah, I've told Dr Branson, he knows about it, and in case of any emergencies he's told you to fill in for me for the next three hours. Would that be okay with you?" Bella said it all very fast.

"Perfectly fine," Rosalie said, keeping a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'll take care of that. You have fun at school."

"Thanks a ton, Rose," Bella quickly hugged her and left.

Edward

He had been sipping on his fifth black coffee of the day, standing outside Dr Hale's office. He knew that dehydration was to blame for his headaches and not some old baseball injury. He smiled as he heard her and Bella talk about a PTA meet at a school. This was the perfect opportunity. He could just pretend to be there for some donation to the school on behalf of his father and confront Bella and finally meet his son. He thought as he followed her to the parking trying to not be seen.

He threw the remains of the coffee in the dumpster in the parking and got into the car he had borrowed from Emmett, a black Volkswagen Jetta, and followed Bella who got into a black Lincoln town car and drove out.