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It was as if each part of my body weighed a thousand pounds. Moving was out of the question, and the dull throbbing of my wounds had turned into a piercing pain.

I head Dr. Cullen's footsteps- I had memorized his graceful glide on the tiled floor throughout my long week at the hospital. I felt him standing over me but kept my eyes closed. I had learned that if I pretended to be sleeping, the nurses wouldn't try to make friendly conversation with me. I knew they were probably just trying to make me forget about the pain, but I hated talking to them. To my pleasant surprise, my trick seemed to be working on Dr. Cullen as well. He never said a word as he peeled off my sticky bandages and placed new ones on.

I stayed like that for a long time, with my eyes clamped shut. But pretending to sleep never restored my energy like real sleep would. I hadn't been able to sleep for the last couple days. I would close my eyes and begin to drift off when a random pain, or another patient'sgroan of painwould awake me. I felt exhausted beyond belief but I still couldn't sleep.

Once when I opened my eyes I saw a pretty brunette nurse helping an elderly man eat something. Only then did I realize how disgusting I must look. No doubt my dirty blonde hair was matted and my skin must be dry and pale.

The day passed agonizingly slow and soon the little sunshine that shone through the windows disappeared. I wasn't exactly positive if my eyes were open or not. All I knew is that I could see nothing. Was I finally dead?

No. I thought. I am still breathing. I couldn't ignore the aching breaths that were escaping out through of my mouth.

But then I realized that my eye lids were growing heavy and without much more thought, I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt of everything that had happened. Every single blood-chilling detail. And with each detail came every single pain, every single rip in my flesh. And the blood poured out once again. It all played over againin my mind and was more realistic than I could take.

I woke up screaming. I could feel that my eyes were stretched as wide as they could possibly go, but my vision was still very blurry. From my estimate, ten nurses surrounded me, trying to steady my flailing arms and legs. The pain that I felt after keeping still for so many days was blinding. I felt the scabs on my arms and legs crack, and my white sheets soon turned a deep scarlet as the blood seeped out.

My screaming had turned into convulsive sobbing, and my breath was coming out in quick stabs. One of the nurses had her palm on my chest, trying to steady my breathing but I still felt lightheaded.

Through all of the commotion I could see Dr. Cullen emerging from one of the white doors. In a blur, he was next to me. Seeing his face gave me hope.

"I…don't'….want….to…" was all I managed to gasp out between breaths. But Dr. Cullen seemed to understand.

I didn't want to die. Not now, not anytime soon. I was only eighteen for God's sake!

I looked at Dr. Cullen, begging him with my tear-filled eyes. He seemed deep in thought, and then his expression changed to determination, as if he had made up his mind on something important.

"I'll, get her to the emergency room." he said suddenly.

"B-but doctor…There isn't much chance…" one of nurses began.

Instead of responding, Dr. Cullen grabbed onto the bed rail at my feet and began to wheel me away from the crowd of nurses.

"I'll take care of her from here." he said without looking back.

My hands were clutched onto the side of my bed, mybreath gettingshorter and shorter.I closed my eyes as I was wheeled down a hall. I could hear a door open and then close and lock.

"Rosalie." Dr. Cullen murmured. When I slit my eyes I realized how very close he was to me. He had kneeled down on the floor and had his face next to mine. "I have to warn you…this won't be pleasant. But you want to live, right?"

"Yes." I whispered, feeling myself drifting away from the world around me.

Then he did something that I didn't understand. He took a deep breath and placed his cold lips on my neck.

I felt my consciousness slipping away and I knew that I was as good as dead.

The last thing I felt was his cold breath against my skin as he murmered, "I'm sorry."

And then in a flash, his teeth sank into my neck.