A/N: Don't forget, 14th August go to twilightawards(dot)this-paradise(dot)com to vote for this story in the Best Angst category. Link is on my profile.

I felt that after that cliffy, I couldn't leave you hanging for too long. I want to point out that I now have over 60 people on alert and we are barely breaking 14 reviews per chapter. Remember: reviews equal happy writer and happy writer equals faster updates (and maybe tweaking the story line a bit to fit in your demands, yes I have been demanded for them to kiss and for a few other things to happen).

We're after getting the tickets to the FOB gig this morning so I'm still hyper… the joy of screaming along with my sister and friend while ignoring my Dad's dancing and attempted singing will be fun to experience.

I've had two offers for beta services so I have to check both of them out before I make my decision.


You may commence lighting torches and gathering pitchforks to murder me and also those who cry easily might need tissues.

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Check out The Script 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' for this chapter. Good song. It goes really well with what Edward is thinking in this chapter. Lol I'm using local talent here, a Dublin band that my sister hates. Link's on my profile.


Sept 6th- 8th

Bella Swan


My heart was thundering away in my chest. I closed my eyes and waited anxiously.

Nothing happened.

Blackness swirled around in my brain.

Images slowly began to form.

Phil's face swooped dangerously close to me.

His hand was pulled back and let go.

My mother's muffled screams echoed in my ears.

The images flashed by quickly but I could see each of them clearly.

Every flash pulled me deeper into the numbing pit that haunted me.


Slowly but surely, I was dragged up from the blackness.

Light began to seep through my eyelids and a beeping noise told me that I was no longer in the Cullen's house.

The beeping slowed.

"She's pulling through. Everyone out."

Voices rang from around the room. I could only make out Carlisle's, the rest were too hazy. A new voice was stronger than the others.

"Carlisle, I'm not leaving her." Edward was in the room, and quite close to me from the clarity of his voice.

The lights were dimmed slightly and I could feel that a group of people had left the room.

"Heart rate is slowly dropping, stats appear normal," a female voice called out. More beeping came from my left.

"Good, she's out of the seizure now. All we have to do is wait for her to come around," Carlisle replied.

Shuffling noises came from my left and I guessed that Carlisle and the other female were checking something. I faintly wondered where I was.


I had no clue about how quickly time passed. I felt myself dipping in and out of the black hole. When I had some consciousness returned, I could hear Edward and Carlisle talking. When I was sucked under, everything was black and the images threatened to appear.

I was nearly fully conscious when I could hear and understand Carlisle's conversation to Edward.

"From everything that has happened I fear it may be something quite serious," Carlisle muttered.

"Serious?" Edward asked.

The conversation halted there. They rushed around the room and I could sense that they had come closer to me.

"Bella? Can you hear me?" Carlisle asked calmly.

"Bella?" Edward asked frantically.

My eyes felt like they had weights attached to them. I cracked them open and allowed the dim light to filter through my eyelashes.

I could barely make out the shapes of Edward and Carlisle standing beside my bed. Light green wallpaper wrapped around the room. The beeping noise was louder than before. Great, I was in a hospital.

I opened my eyes fully and everything came into focus.

"Bella," Edward sighed. He slumped into a seat beside me and smiled weakly.

"How are you feeling Bella?" Carlisle asked.

I stretched out all of my limbs to check for damage.

"A little stiff but my head feels really weird," I told him, my voice hoarse and quiet.

He nodded and put down a chart that he was looking over. "Could you explain to me how your head feels?"

"I'm not too sure how to describe it… I feel like I can't physically move it but it also feels extremely light even though I can't move it."

Carlisle made some notes and nodded again. "Could you describe what happened when you were unconscious?"

I gulped. Edward watched me intently. I took a deep breath and decided that keeping my mouth shut was not going to help.

"After everything went black, images started appear… I could see and hear him… my mother screaming…" I mumbled.

Carlisle smiled slightly to show that it was okay for my to continue.

"That happened for a while, then… I think I came through. I could hear you talking and the beeping noise. I could make out the light above. But after that I kept slipping in and out, kind of," I explained.

Carlisle made more notes and nodded. "That confirms the change in heart rate, and what I had been suspecting."

Edward stiffened beside me. "What do you think is the problem?"

Carlisle stood beside the bed, he looked at the two of us seriously. Turning his attention to me, he began to speak.

"You suffered from an epileptic seizure, Bella. You have been unconscious for over two days. I have heard from Edward and your father what has happened in your past and my diagnosis is that you are suffering from PTSD," he replied in a calm voice.

"PTSD?" I asked, still shocked from hearing that I had been out for two days.

"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," he answered.

I nodded weakly. This was absolutely brilliant, I thought sarcastically, they now have a name for my weirdness.

Edward was still silent. Carlisle stood.

"If you want I can discuss everything that I know about the disorder or we could wait until later," he smiled, "There are quite a few people out there who want to see you."

I continued to nod. "I think I should see everyone first, I don't think I'm up for taking in too much right now."

Carlisle left to get everyone from outside. Charlie and the Cullen's all filed in. I didn't pay much attention to them, barely acknowledging their presence. After all of the emotional outbursts from Esme and Alice, I felt awkward in the situation and wanted to be alone. Edward smiled at me and placed his hand on the bed, I took it quickly.

Minutes passed and after everyone talked themselves out, and I repeated 'I'm fine', the room began to empty. Soon it was just me and Edward left.

I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at anyone in the eye.

He squeezed my hand and I raised my head slowly. My eyes met his for the first time. Without warning, I burst into tears. He reached over and pulled me into his arms. Sobs shook my body. I couldn't tell how long my crying fit lasted or how long we stayed that way, but I was reluctant to move and more reluctant to have to face up to reality later.


Sept 8th

Edward Cullen


No-one could move me from beside Bella.

I couldn't believe that I had been stupid enough to cause this to her.

Once she had started to shake when I tried to kiss her, I freaked out.

Her eyes were spinning rapidly under her eyelids and her body was jerking violently. I had known enough about seizures to know that this was an epileptic fit. I called Dad once I had Bella sitting upright, a spoon in between her teeth to prevent her from biting her tongue. The ambulance came after five excruciatingly slow minutes. I didn't let go of her hand under we got to the hospital and Dad told me that they had to attach her to the monitor.

I barely understood what was going on around me. People passed in a blur, nurses and other doctors ran tests and checked the machines. I sat down and waited.

Mom arrived first with Charlie. Both of them were upset. Dad took Charlie outside and spoke to him for a while. I was questioned next, in my seat beside the bed. He asked me to tell him everything I knew about Bella's past and her previous fits.

That was the last time I spoke until Dad ordered us out of the room. I wasn't leaving Bella's side again.

The heart monitor started to slow, signalling that she was coming out of the fit. I relaxed as we realised she was conscious again. Dad dimmed the lights, he nodded when he caught me eye, confirming my worst fears: he was preparing for a repeat of the seizure.

Bella's breathing returned to normal, every now and then it would speed up and her heart rate would increase. We waited for her to come around.

"Do you think that this could be a regular problem?" I whispered.

Dad stood and asked the female nurse to leave. He returned to his place by the monitors.

"I fear that she may suffer from epilepsy after this but I can't be sure until she comes around. I have to see how she feels before I can confirm anything."

I nodded. "What do you suspect is wrong?" I asked.

"From everything that has happened I fear it may be something quite serious," he muttered.

"Serious?"

A new beeping noise came from the monitors, she was conscious again.

"Bella?" Dad asked, "Can you hear me?"

I jumped up from my seat and restrained myself from grabbing her hand. "Bella?"

Her eyes opened slightly and once she had become accustomed to her surroundings, she opened them fully.

"Bella," I sighed, relieved that she was alright. I sat back down an listened to the two of them talking.

Dad made a few notes as she described how she was feeling. From his eyes I could tell that she was confirming what he thought. I returned my attention to Bella and never let it wander.

"What do you think is the problem?" I asked.

Dad moved to the bed and looked at both of is seriously before answering.

"You suffered from an epileptic seizure, Bella. You have been unconscious for over two days. I have heard from Edward and your father what has happened in your past and my diagnosis is that you are suffering from PTSD," he replied.

I froze. PTSD.

I had known a small bit about the disorder, enough to know the seriousness of it. Although it wasn't life threatening like a cancer, it could still impair life just as badly. It was definitely a plausible diagnosis, with her history of childhood abuse, witnessing of drug and alcohol abuse, and death threats.

I thought over the treatment options. I almost laughed when I remembered that Bella wanted to see a counsellor as that was one of the first treatment options I could remember. But it wasn't the most effective or the most important. From what I could recall, she would need stimuli treatment; including eye sensory therapy.

I was shaken from my thoughts by the loud sobbing noises coming from behind me. Everyone had come back into the room. I ignored them and focused on Bella. She looked as spaced out as I was. Keeping her eyes low, she glanced at me but didn't meet my eyes. I smiled and offered her my hand, ecstatic when she took it eagerly.

Once everyone had left, I squeezed Bella's hand. She looked at me slowly and started to cry. I couldn't stand to see her in any pain. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and stood there, trying to comfort her as much as I possibly could. Her sobs eased up after the best part of an hour but we didn't move.

I pulled back slightly when her breathing became slower. She looked exhausted. I smiled at her and went to sit back down. She held onto my arms and looked at me desperately. I realised what she wanted and got into the bed with her. She buried her head against my chest and was asleep within seconds.


Sept 20th

Bella Swan


I stayed in the hospital for a week. Edward barely left my side. He asked Alice to bring him over some clothes so he could stay with me. I was grateful but I still argued that he should go home.

After I returned home, I was given medication to calm me down and to reduce the risk of more attacks. I wasn't allowed to be in brightly lit rooms, if I went outside I had to wear sunglasses because the epileptic fit still threatened to come back. Loud noises, flashing lights and other unexpected things had to be avoided.

I wasn't allowed to go back to school. Carlisle said I had to rest and not be stressed out. Edward and I decided it was safer for me to stay at the Cullen's house for the first week in case another fit happened. Carlisle was at home for most of the day and their house was closer to the hospital than mine in case of an emergency.

Charlie was reluctant to allow me to stay with the Cullen's. It wasn't until I returned home that I realised why.

"Goodnight Bells," Charlie said as I went upstairs, "Remember to keep your door open."

I looked at him curiously. "Why should I leave the door open? If something happens, Edward's with me."

Charlie looked at me. "That's the exact reason why you should leave the door open," he muttered.

I stared at him until he explained his statement.

"It's not like I don't trust you two but you are growing up and if it was any other boy I would probably cut off my own head before giving him permission to stay in the same room as you."

He stayed true to his word, checking in on us every night after we had fallen asleep.

The days passed, some slowly while others passed quickly. I either slept soundly for hours or not at all.

Today was the day I had to go back to Carlisle for treatment options. I had been dreading today for the past two weeks.

To put off leaving the house straight away, I made up the excuse of checking my email. Surprisingly, I had quite a few from Alice and even some from Emmett. I opened the first one and smiled. Alice had sent me all of the photos from her 'sleepover'. I scanned through them all and stopped on the last one. It was a picture of Edward and I asleep in his bed. I smiled at it and went to save all of them onto my hard drive.

"Bella?" Edward knocked on the door, "We have to go now or we're going to be late."

I switched off the computer and went to put on my shoes. "I'm coming."


Phil/ Frank


Everyday I had logged into her computer and everyday I came up with nothing. She had a few emails but I couldn't see them until she opened them herself.

As the days passed I was supplied with more information. It was becoming more expensive but it was worth it. Profiles of old friends arrived one day, complete with pictures of what they look like now. My sources were good.

My work continued in it's boring fashion. I got up, went in, sat at a desk, spoke to moronic idiots who could be beaten by monkeys, and came home. They highlight of my week was the pizza delivery where I would get either more information or more gear.

As I came in from an out of town conference, there was a flashing light on my phone indicating a message.

It's only me bro. I have the plans for the trip Mom made earlier. Everything's good to go. Hopefully we'll see you soon.

I grinned.

Finally, I was cleared to take a trip to Forks. Even though I would not get to see the girl, I would still be able to scope out the town and check out everything I needed to.

I walked over to the computer and started it up. I bypassed all of her security and went straight to seeing if she had anything interesting on it. My eyes light up. She had finally opened the emails.

The first few that I came across were boring ones from friends of hers. Who knew she had any? The last one I came to was interesting.

Hope you enjoy these, I took them at the sleepover.

I searched her computer for new files and struck gold. Photos, loads of them.

Some were of her and some short girl with black hair. Alice Cullen I believe was her name. Some had guys in them. Emmett and Edward Cullen. Brothers of Alice and old friends of Bella's. The last photo caught my attention. The girl was asleep in bed with the younger brother, their limbs tangled under the sheets.

So she's found herself a boyfriend then? This changes things a bit.


A/N: Short but there is a lot in there.

PTSD is real, look it up on wikipedia or Google if you want to learn more.

Basically it occurs if someone has suffered from abuse (physical, psychological or mental), been in extreme or traumatic situations involving alcohol or drug abuse, or been in the army or marines. Epileptic seizures are common recurrences with the disorder if the person is subjected to extreme stimuli (bright, flashing lights or loud noises), or if flashbacks and nightmares occur. Similar seizures, like the ones in previous chapters, can occur if memories are triggered.