Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns twilight, not me.

The phone was jerked off me. Blondie stared at me curiously, watching like a hawk. He was waiting for a reaction. The phone was hanging on its cords. He looked like hell; he had mud and sticks stuck in his hair, his clothes were muddy and ripped and don't get me started on his face. There was not one part of his face clean, not even his eyes which were bloodshot. The phone was hanging on its cords. Not only was he staring at me, he was silently fuming. Boy was he pissed! I must have seriously messed up his car! The phone was hanging on its cords. Of course! Edward was still there! Blondie didn't hang up!

"EDWA-" I tried screaming for help but Blondie closed the distance between us and dragged my body backwards so my back was pressed up against his torso. The phone was still hanging on its cords and I thought he didn't give a shit about the phone. His muddy hand, and might I say foul-smelling, was securing my mouth shut horribly tight. I also caught the attention of something shiny in his other hand……A blade! He noticed that I noticed so he didn't hesitate to trace my neck with the blade.

"Listen here bitch, either you do as a say and be a good girl or feel the knife. Do you want to die l-"

"James? Are you still at the club?" Thank god, Edward heard Blondie or James on the phone. Hey I thought he was busy, why was he still on the phone?

"H-h-hey Edward, no I'm not. I left with a chick." Was he nervous or scared of Edward or was he scared of getting caught?

"Who were you talking to? What happened to Bella?" Thank god he didn't forget me.

"I was talking to my bitch, who the hell is Bella?" I'm Bella you asshole and you know it. Steam was coming out of my ears. I was not his bitch, I was not anything of his. Then the word came back to me:

Hurt.

For once I was glad James was a man. I kicked my foot hard backwards at the meeting of his legs. He let go but I felt a pain coming from my throat…..He cut me with his blade, he didn't stab me but he cut me. Blood was running out of the gash. I stopped breathing; I didn't want to faint right here and now with James who was on the floor whimpering in pain.

"James my man, are you okay?" He forgot about me!

"Your man isn't okay, now do you believe me? He fucking kidnapped me!" I shouted a bit harsher that I intended to be.

"Bella! Where are-" Shit! The phone got cut off. Why didn't I have a few more coins?! I was left on my own to defend for myself. James was still in agony but it was decreasing quickly. He would be back on his feet in no time.

So I would get a head's start, I kicked him hard in his most sensitive area and ran. I knew twilight wasn't far from here. Running with a cut as massive as Emmett's middle finger, which is bigger than big and not breathing is painful and tiring. I was getting weaker and weaker with every step I took.

I ran, not looking back once. I knew me well, I would trip while looking back and James would be killing me in an instance. Before I knew it, twilight came into view. The bouncer took a good look at me and realised I needed medical aid fast from the look on my face. My body collapsed at the entrance of the club. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure everyone heard it.

Everybody froze. All eyes were on me; no doubt security cameras were on me too. After all the incidents that happened today, I blushed the hardest with the hottest blood today. My face was getting hotter; the last time I breathed was before I got cut. I felt bottled up. I had to let go and breathe. My face was getting hotter and I was waving my hands and arms pretty much like a lunatic. No-one had a clue what was going on. They saw blood on my clothes but they didn't know it came from my throat. I looked up towards the ceiling for someone to cover it, for someone to let me breathe. I heard gasps; at least I think it was that. My body felt numb. I felt like someone else watching me. I knew either way this wasn't going to end well; if I breathe or if I don't.

I took the mistake of inhaling oxygen. It was hot, after all I was in a club, but I felt at peace and heat was leaving my face. I was still blushing but I was gaining fuel for my lungs. I started inhaling too much, enough for me to smell the blood. Rust and salt came into my senses. Before anyone assisted me, I fell into a slumber of darkness.


Everyone was surprised, including me, when I told them I hadn't been to a hospital in New York after the day I moved in to my apartment with Alice. Back in Forks and Phoenix, my visits to the hospital were frequent; nine or ten times in a month.

Today was the first time I was admitted into a hospital in New York. I knew the all too familiar smell and sound. This is what I hated about hospitals; they sometimes smelt of blood, not always mine, and something else which I couldn't put my finger on. None of the less, it made me just as sick as blood makes me. But now, I learnt the result of not breathing. I didn't bother opening my eyes; I knew what was in the room.

"I know you're awake."

My eyes were still closed; I wouldn't give in to the people surrounding me. I smelt the same revolting body odour I did long before I blacked out and someone else who I'm sure was the doctor. Couldn't he have taken a shower or something?! Personal hygiene ring any bells?

"Stop being such a bitch, open your eyes." Why did he have to speak?

"James, enough." I liked this doctor, even though he knew James and I didn't know him but he certainly put James in his place because James kept his mouth shut. "I'm Carlisle, your doctor feel free to call be my name instead of 'doctor'." I opened my eyes to see two blondes, one sitting and one standing. They both looked familiar; the one sitting was James obviously because I knew him well as he slashed my throat and kidnapped me but the other blonde standing one I never had an encounter with. He was obviously my doctor, Carlisle. And might I add, he was handsome but why bow down to him?

"Hi. What's he doing here?" I asked nicely.

"He's your doctor you fool." James was so kind to answer to my question(!)

"Not him, you! What are you doing here?"

"I'm visiting you." I chose to ignore him, any friend of Edward's had the same attitude. Aro proved that and now James.

"Hi I'm Bella Swan." Introducing myself to Carlisle seemed like a good idea.

"Really? He thought you were Angelina Jolie." It would have been a good idea if James wasn't in here, or anywhere near me.

"James, you're not making this any easier. Why don't you go to my office." It wasn't a question but a request from Carlisle. Surprisingly, James went out! Carlisle certainly knew how to handle people, I wonder if he could sort Edward out?

"Pleasure to meet you Bella, you gave everyone a shock. You certainly know how to create chaos."

"Yeah that's me."

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour. What I'm about to ask you is what I never ask people and people related to this would be forever in your debt. Also, if you decline I would understand." Now I was curious. "I was wondering if you would dr-"

"Bella!"