AN: I suppose you were waiting for this one.

* I do not own Twilight or the characters within this story, nor the songs.

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" I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape.

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
And you'd never slip away
And you'd never hear me say;

I remember the day you told me you were leaving"

Amnesia – Gavin Mikhail

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Bella ✦ Rise ✦ Amnesia

My eyelashes fluttered gently as they slowly opened; my vision blurred. My fingertips and my toes were numb. I could feel the gentle prickle of the pins and needles against my sheets on my extremities, and the faint chill of cool flesh against one of my palms.

As my sight cleared, familiar and soft golden orbs locked with my own. They looked so familiar… but why? They were framed by a kind smile and light blond hair. Bright white lights and white walls surrounded the figure; it had been as if he were an angel, surrounded by a halo.

Where was I..?

'Bella…' came his gentle voice. A second cool hand clasped around mine.

His eyes had widened now, his smile brighter.

I had never seen this man before, but those eyes… I knew those eyes. And to be honest... there was a musk of familiarity over him in general.

I glanced down at my hand, recoiling a little as I noticed his hands holding my own. Who was he?

I noted his badge stating 'Dr Cullen', along with his white lab jacket. I must be in a hospital.

My throat felt scratchy and sore, but I had to know.

'W-who are you?' came my quiet, creaky voice. 'Why am I here?'

The apparent doctor sighed, withdrawing his hands from ine. Although I had initially been unsure of his touch with him being a stranger, I longed for them to return; that cool familiarity had been one I craved, one that was ever so comforting to me.

'My apologies, Miss Swan,' came that angelic smooth voice once more, 'I am your treating doctor, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. We will take this slowly if you don't mind. You are in hospital. You have just woken up from a seven-day coma after several injuries, including some to your head. What do you last remember?'

I blinked, taking a moment to scan the clinical room around me. Seven days? The single vase of roses on my bedside… the window to outside, covered in a crumpled pastel green curtain. The fact that mine was the only bed in the room. The kind golden eyes that reached to meet my own.

What was the last thing I remembered..?

My voice came before my thoughts.

'I was finishing up my night shift… I was alone. I locked up and headed out on my bike as always toward home. I don't remember anything else… Sorry.'

'Oh Miss Swan, you definitely don't need to apologise.' The voice that matched the words was just so soothing.

I blinked again.

'Why can't I remember anything else?'

The man's brows furrowed, his expression one of concern.

'Well, Miss Swan… You appear to have received trauma specifically to your hippocampus, cerebellum and prefrontal cortex. I know you're in a medical profession yourself from our files. These parts of your brain, as you may know, pertain to memory. Thankfully from our scans you seem to only have micro-injuries however it may explain some short-term memory loss for the moment. It is good that you can remember that far. It should improve with time. Can you recall anything else in the last few days?'

Your eyes. I remember your eyes. But how?

'Um, I can remember just about everything else that happened in the last few days, yes. Well… the last few days I was awake. My breakfast, lunch, the fact I cut up a spleen.' I let out a little chuckle at my morbid joke.

A slight rose smile returned to those pale features once more, kindling one on of my own.

'You seem to be coping quite well for someone who has just been in a seven-day coma and told they might have a possible brain injury,' he chuckled quietly. 'Remarkable, as one would expect, Miss Swan.'

As one would expect..?

'I need to check your vitals and then we must check your reflexes, if that is okay with you.'

I shuffled back in my bed a little with my elbows, sitting up slightly.

'Of course.'

His cool fingertips brushed against my chin, holding it gently. A kind gaze locked into my eyes as shone a light in each, blinding me temporarily. He seemed to give a slight gruff of approval.

He retreated and held up three fingers.

'How many fingers am I holding up?' he chimed predictably.

I could not help but roll my eyes a little.

'Three.' I smirked.

He returned my smirk with a lift of his lip, his gaze playful.

'I see,' he murmured, reaching for his stethoscope. 'I'm sorry, but this will be cold.'

He reached down the neck of my hospital gown, planting the cool metal of the device softly against my beating heart. I shuddered at the touch; noting that the brush of his fingertips matched the temperature of the stethoscope. My breath hitched; a flush of warmth flourished through my cheeks. His frame was leaning over me. Those ochre orbs secured mine once more.

'Breathe normally.'

I did as his kind, yet commanding tone bade.

'Good girl…' he soothed, removing the metal from my chest. My heart fluttered; I could feel the beet red of my blood filter through my pale features once again.

'You're sounding all good. I just need to take your temperature and blood pressure, and do some reflex tests.'

'O-okay.' I croaked out, my voice weak.

As he stood up I was able to take his form into full consideration. Beautiful…That's the only way I could describe the man before me. I had never seen such a flawless human before.

Or had I?

He continued to perform the testing as promised in silence apart from asking me if the blood pressure wrap was too tight.

'I'll be back for your reflex test shortly,' he informed me with a wink. I'll call our nurse Cally in to see to you while I'm gone.

Don't go…

'Don't worry, I really will be right back.' He touched my chin once more. It was like he read my mind. Although maybe... highly likely, it was my expression screaming the obvious that I didn't really want to be alone right now. He paused, as if in a semi-deep thought. Those ochre orbs caught me once more.

'And... I'll wait for her to arrive before I go.'

He leaned over and pressed the assistance button hanging from my bed.

He sat back in his chair after retrieving the clipboard hanging from the end rails. I watched him carefully and quietly as he scrawled his doctor's notes on the page. Moments passed as I was mesmerised by his elegant handwriting.

'I see Miss Swan is awake!' came a cheery female's voice from the doorway.

'It seems so,' Dr. Cullen chuckled, looking up from his completed notepad.

He turned to give me an endearing look and nod.

'I'll be right back as promised, Miss Swan.'

With that, he left the room, and heartache overwhelmed me.

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