Bella Swan

I crawled out of bed and looked at the clock. It was still early, only around eight o'clock but I decided to go ahead and get up anyway. It was the first time in I don't know how long that I had woken up alone. I didn't have the sweetest of dreams, mainly nightmares consisting of Edward writhing and screaming in pain as he clutched his face. I shivered when I remembered it. I tried to shake the images from my head but it just didn't seem to move.

I didn't even bother with breakfast or coffee, I wasn't hungry. I did take a quick shower though. I wasn't sure how long a day it would be.

I had already warned my professors that I wouldn't be in classes that day. Since I had never missed a class before they didn't seem to mind or care. I told them I would make up anything I missed and since I only had a lecture in one of them and the other one I simply had to turn homework in it wasn't a big deal. I decided to go ahead and run that in before I went to pick Edward up.

I knocked quietly on the door, not wanting to interrupt my teacher. She didn't have a class but I didn't know if she was with students or not.

"Come in!" She called to the door.

"Hi, Professor Clearwater, I just wanted to give you this since I won't be in class today." I quickly handed her the three pages of paper and turned to leave.

"Dear, stay a minute if you can. Please," she said sweetly. I don't think she had a mean bone in her body.

I turned and moved beside her desk. She put a finger up to tell me to be quiet for a minute as she read the tiny poem. I watched as her eyes danced over the page. She flipped over to the next and scanned through it before moving back to the front. The last page simply the assignment, rules, and information about to it.

She cleared her throat and began to read.

"Through your eyes, I can see

things I never would have been able to otherwise.

Happiness, love, hope...

But especially hope.

Before you I was blind

and only by your kindness and generosity I am restored.

"I must say, dear, that is very sentimental. May I ask who this was written about?" She looked up at me with her large shining brown eyes. I bit my lip nervously and blushed at her question. I guess I was stupidly obviously.

"My boyfriend, ma'am."

"Please, I'm not that old. Call me Sue. What emotion were you trying to convey most in this?" She leaned against her desk, looking back down at the paper.

I went back over the assignment in my head. 'Write your choice of poem pertaining to one, or more, human emotions. (ex: Love, lust, hate, anger, fear jealousy, desire, etc.) Minimum of 10 words with a maximum of 200 words. Then write a single page, single-spaced, explanation of the emotion you chose and why.' I wondered if I did it wrong.

I swallowed back my nervousness and answered, "admiration."

"That's a very subtle emotion. Most of my students normally go with a stronger emotion, like love or hate. You did a very good job showing this. But, I think it's just more than admiration." She looked at me with a knowing smile. "I see love, respect and, like you said, hope. This must be a very special boy."

"He is." I smiled to myself. My eyes flicked down to my watch. "Actually, I have to go pick him up now. I'm going with him to a doctor's appointment today, that's why I won't be in class."

"I hope it's nothing serious." The professor looked concerned.

I thought it over before I answered.

"Yes, and no. He's not ill, per se, but this may lead to surgery."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm hoping good."

"I'm hoping for his sake, and yours, that it is good. Good luck at the doctor's and I'll pray for you!" Sue surprised me with a quick hug. She was very sweet.

I made my way quickly to Edward's dorm. He was all the way across campus and I was running a few minutes behind. I rushed down the hall, nearly knocking over Jasper. He was shirtless I realized as I smacked into his bare chest.

"Hey Jazz," I muttered as I peeled my face away from his pale skin. "Your stomach is rock hard," I said as I rubbed my cheek.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "Just a warning, Edward is..."

"Edward is what?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Freaking out. He didn't sleep much last night and he's a bit grumpy. I don't think he'll be that way to you but I suggest getting him home for nap time or he'll be a jackass for the rest of the day," he told me as he made his way to the bathrooms. I realized he had a towel and a bag in his hands. He patted my shoulder. "Good luck."

Edward Cullen

I fought to keep awake as we rode down the highway. Bella was rather quiet and I had a feeling she was as nervous as I was. I slid my hand over the vinyl seat until it rested on her lap. She took my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it lightly.

I had never liked doctor's appointments of any kind. You would think because my father was a doctor it would be different but he was the only one I was ever comfortable with. I always lost sleep and that always put me in a bad mood. Jasper could testify to that since I practically forced him out of the room that morning. His constant typing was driving me insane. I might have snapped.

It felt like we sat in the room waiting for a lifetime. My leg twitched nervously, my foot tapping against the ground. Bella simply held my hand, occasionally kissing it. And, now that I was sitting there in this chair, waiting for this person that I had never met, I was wondering why I was doing it in the first place. I took deep breaths to try and soothe myself with no success.

Bella decided it was time to break the silence in an attempt to distract me. "After we get done here why don't we get some Chinese takeout and go to the house? We can catch up on a little sleep and no one will bother us."

"Didn't sleep well?" I asked, relating with her completely. It was sweet that she would be nervous for me but I felt bad at the same time.

"Yeah, I had bad dreams. It's okay though, I'm sure I'll have much sweeter ones once I'm in your arms again," she reassured me. Bella slowly and carefully removed my glasses from my face and put them somewhere for safe keeping. She lightly kissed my forehead, letting her soft lips linger. "I'll be with you every step of the way, don't worry," she whispered softly.

I was so relaxed at that moment with the feel of her skin and the sound of her soothing voice that when the door opened I jumped out of my seat. Bella jumped too and she giggled nervously.

"Hi, Edward. I'm Dr. Stanley. Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you," he chuckled. He took my hand and shook it for a second, his hands cool and slightly rough. "And, who is this lovely young lady?"

"Bella," she said quietly and I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was embarrassed. I found her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Well, why don't we get started? We going to do some basic tests and take some blood samples. So, the reason you're here today is to discuss a possible Vitrectomy, correct?"

"Yes, sir," I stated shortly, honestly not in the mood to chat.

"Well, Dr. Tori has sent down your files from Chicago and I've personally discussed your case with him. We both agree that you are a good candidate for this surgery, if nothing has changed from previous tests, that is. So, like I said we're going to do these tests and take it from there. But, since I'm pretty certain of the results, some of which we'll find out today, I'm going to go ahead and discuss some of the risks and things that go along with this," The doctor said, his voice a little louder than it needed to be. I wondered if he knew I was blind, not deaf.

"First, I want to explain to you exactly how this surgery works. What we will most likely end up doing is remove some of the clouded vitreous, the jelly type substance from both your eyes and inject a Silicone oil into them to hold your retinas in place. If we don't think that is enough, in the O.R we may decide to go forward with Scleral buckling, which are supports positioned like a belt to keep it in a proper place," he continued. I heard Bella mutter ew beside me and I couldn't agree more. Just the sounds of it made my skin crawl. "Now, do you have any questions so far?"

"Yes, sir. What are the chances of this being successful?" I swallowed slowly after I asked.

"Since you are a healthy young man with little damage to your eye other than the obvious detachment... I'd say at sixty to seventy percent chance of being totally successful."

"What do you mean totally successful?" Bella asked, concern coloring her tone.

"There is a possibility that he may be able to gain back full vision. But, there is also a possibility that he may only gain back his ambulatory vision," he answered her, not even talking to me.

"Which is?" Bella asked. She sounded like a concerned mom but I was grateful for it. I couldn't get myself to stop being nervous long enough to ask any questions.

"Enough sight only to be sufficient enough to walk safely. That is if the surgery is successful. But, that's still better than nothing at all. Most likely it will be somewhere in between and you'd probably have to wear glasses or contacts," he started to talk to me again. I nodded my head slowly, showing I understood.

"What other risks are there?" Bella asked, rubbing one of my shoulders. I wondered how 'green' I looked.

"Along with the basic other concerns that go along with surgery, such as infection, the most common worry we have is contracting cataracts in the eyes that we work on, which in your case is both. But, don't worry! With modern medicine that's easily fixed by a minor surgery that you can recover from in a couple days," he said brightly. He cleared his throat and his tone changed. "Now, I want to make this clear that we are not sure yet if you are even a candidate for this surgery. If my predictions are correct, you are, but until then I just want you to know what you may be getting into. I don't want to get your hopes up to high."

"What is the recovery time from the surgery?" Bella asked, her hand sliding down the side of my arm.

He sighed heavily, "well, you'd have to spend a couple days in the hospital after the surgery. About a day after the actual surgery we will remove your bandages and check your progress. The following day will be for observation to make sure there is no infections or bleeding. We will give you some pain medication, some drops for your eyes, along with some antibiotics, just in case."

"Would there be any visible scarring, in or around his eye?" She questioned.

"If we do our job right, no," he said lightly. "Edward, she's right on the ball. I like people who ask questions," he laughed.

I chuckled once and leaned my head towards Bella. "Remind me to tell you how amazing you are later."

"Sorry, I don't mean to be taking over," she giggled, squeezing my hand.

"No, not at all! Please, feel free to ask anything you want," Dr. Stanley said loudly. "Now, how about we start those tests?"

Two hours, probably twenty tests and two vials of blood, later we were on our way to the Chinese place to get something to eat. We hadn't spoken since we left the doctor's office. Since he had reassured me that he was almost completely positive we could go through with the surgery and that we would know for sure in a week or so.

I leaned my face against the cool window, breathing in slowly.

"What are thinking about?" Bella asked quietly like she was afraid to scare me. It was too late for that.

"This is scary as hell. I... I..." I stuttered, trying to figure out what I wanted to say.

"You don't have to do this," she said firmly. I realized the truck had stopped.

"I want to. I'm just... scared," I answered her, thinking of a way to express all my emotions. I was at a loss for words.

"You don't have to do this," Bella repeated. "Not for me, not for anyone."

"This past week I've been thinking of all the things I want to do. I want to. I want to do it for me. Bella, I'm just afraid."

"I'll be with you no matter what. I will always be by your side," she stated firmly. Bella crawled over the seat to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Always and forever."

"I know, and that's why I want you to be the one I see walk down the aisle to me." I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Oh, and our kids in the park?" She said lightly.

"Yes. Let's see, how many would you like to have? Two or three?" I teased her, nuzzling her hair.

"One, if you want two, you better pray for twins," she giggled.

"Aw, why?" I pouted.

"Do you plan on carrying these babies of ours? Because, frankly, I don't think you have the hips for it."

"Yeah, because that's the only thing that would be a problem," I said sarcastically and Bella giggled, her head resting on my shoulder. "I bet you will look very cute pregnant."

"I bet I'll look very fat," she muttered under her breath. "Come on, let's go get some Chinese and crawl into bed."

"Oh, do we need to get in some more practice?" I asked as she slid off of my lap and out of the truck. She took my hand and I slipped out as well. "Because I wouldn't object to that."

"Pervert," she muttered. I could tell by the tone of her voice she was playing.

"Well, if you weren't so damn tempting this wouldn't be a problem!" I defended myself. I slipped my arm around her waist as we walked towards the door.

"What am I going to do with you?" Bella clicked her tongue and sighed teasingly.

I brought my lips directly to her ear and whispered, "you already know exactly what to do with me. Love me and let me love you in return."

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