NOTE: A few of you readers said that it it's impossible for Tilda to have been born, so my logic for why she was born has been add at the end of Chapter One.

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TILDA'S POV:

"Tilda, Tilda." I could feel someone shaking my arm and could hear my name being called by a gentle woman's voice, but it sounded miles away. "You need to get up, remember promising to let Carlisle look at your injuries?"

" Go 'way, I'm asleep" I mumbled, my voice heaving with fatigue.

"You need to get up little one," a calm man's voice was now saying. " or I can examine you here and now if you want? "

"No!" I said as firmly as a ten year old, half asleep girl can, "I'm gonna get up now. And don't call me little."

" Good girl. " the voice said, moving away from my face.

"Now, as in in a couple of hours time." I muttered, drifting back to sleep.

Suddenly I felt my sanctuary of the plump and warm duvet being ripped off, and a different and incredibly happy voice yell at me, "Get up, Get up!" I felt myself begin to slide to my left.

" Huh? " I opened my eyes and saw Emmet lifting the right side of my mattress up. How did he look so cheerful at seven in the morning, vampire or not?

"Emmet, you better not break anything!" I hear Esme's voice call from downstairs.

"Sorry momma." He said replacing it, readying himself to chuck me into my dressing room, come wardrobe. Someone must have said something too quietly for me to hear, because Emmet replaced me on the floor, instead of throwing me, and told me Carlisle was almost ready.

I stumbled in semi sleep through the rails of clothes before picking the baggy tee shirt, red hoodie and dark blue jeans.

I looked slyly around the corridor, it was empty. So I silently shut the door and was about to again enter the warmth of my bed, when Alice popped through the window.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." She laughed, then went serious, "Matilda, you need your injuries looked at. You know that you need your injuries looked at." At with that she left me.

Some what begrudgingly, I trudged downstairs to where the Cullens were sat in the kitchen, a bit of a surprising choice of room, for a family that can't eat.

"Good morning Tilda!" Esme beamed, "do you want something to eat? "

"No thanks." I said, the thought of eating just before seeing the doctor did not appeal to me in the slightest. "Can we get this over and done with, please?"

" Sure, " Carlisle said as he stood up. "My study is on the second floor." I followed him up, trying to mentally prepare myself for this.

Inside the study it was large and spacious, and, like the rest of the house, it was tasteful. However this clearly had Carlisle's touch of decor and style. The dark grey walls had some old looking oil paintings mounted in good quality gold frames on one wall; while on the other was a large floor to ceiling, wall to wall bookshelf, filled with old leather tomes and some more modern paper back books. In one corner, a leather cushioned wooden framed chair was set behind a matching dark wood desk. On the desk a collection files and a medical journal took centre stage; whilst in the middle of the room a thick pile rug and deep, soft looking leather sofa sat.

Walking over to the empty third wall, Carlisle flicked a hidden catch and a section of the wall pulled down to reveal a hidden hospital style bed.

"I'm not a huge fan of doctors," I said to Carlisle, "but that, that is cool."

Carlisle laughed pleasantly, "I did have several special modifications added when we built this house."

I could see Esme and Rosalie preparing something by the desk, so I knew that it was about to start. "Where would you like me?" I asked.

" On the bed please. " Carlisle says, turning into doctor Cullen as he pulled on a white doctors coat and grabbed a bag of instruments. "If you could take your hoody and top off."

" My hoodie and my to-" I hesitated, realising that I actually didn't want them to see me.

"Yes, Tilda" Carlisle clarified, a bit firmer.

"But-"

"No buts, Matilda." Edward said from the doorway. Ugh! You're as fussy as Jazz! I thought back.

Edward gave a slight chuckle.

"Fine." I mumbled , as I got under the sheet on the bed and took my hoodie and tee shirt off, as requested. "Done."

I lay on my front, with only the thin white sheet covering my back and neck.

"Lets have a look shall we." Carlisle said, slightly nervously and he pulled the sheet away. I hissed and winced quietly as the cold air touched my tender skin.

"Oh my god!" Esme gasped from next to the bed.

"I'll get the cleaning solution." Rosalie called from the far side of the room and immediately Carlisle was in doctor mode, discussing words I had never heard of and preparing solutions and swirling mixtures.

"I think I have to leave," Jasper said faintly and apologetically, "the blood is in the open now, you see. Although it's venom tinted, it still smells appealing" Emmet nodded furiously and so soon Em, Jazz and Alice were gone.

"Tilda, when did you get the last of these?" Carlisle was asking professionally and properly.

"I don't know exactly, maybe two or so weeks ago, the latest ones anyway." I said thoughtfully .

"Do you know what implement gave the cuts to you? " Was his next question.

"Umm..." I was suddenly filled with flashbacks , memories I wished that I did not have. I couldn't hear Carlisle or the bustle of the others making their medicines, I was back in the chambers, blindfolded, knowing that they had come to hurt me again.

I put my hands over my ears, to try and block out the noise of their cat calls, jeers, the clang of the knife . "Stop it!" I yelled at them, and tried to become invisible, but only managing to flashing in and out of visibility.

"Tilda, Tills?" Someone said to me, a gentle man's voice.

"No." I said stoutly.

"It's me, Carlisle Cullen." The voice said, "You are in the Cullen house, I'm helping you get better. But you don't have to answer the question if it's to hard to think about." His voice pulled me back to the present. I realised where I was and gave myself a firm talking to:

You aren't back there Cadet! Pull yourself together, stop panicking and make sure that you do NOT cry - they'll think you're such a wimp.

I took a few deep breaths and snapped my eyes open, "a knife mainly, butwhatever they could find." I said softly.

"Pardon?" Carlisle asked, confused probably of my sudden calmness and words.

"Your question. About what gave my the cuts. " I explained, "I got them from the Volturi, who you explained to me. They had knives and the broken glass and smashed walls bruised and cut me. "

"You have been incredibly brave, sweetie." Esme says to me while Carlisle thought deeply. I smiled back, a bit unsure of what I was meant to say.

"I will have to bandage the worst cuts, and I have a lotion to help bring the swelling and bruising down. But didn't you say something about your side, or was it breathing? "

"Umm...Yes..."I said hesitantly. I had thought about lying, passing it off as nothing but with Edward peering into all my thoughts, and Jasper sensing when I am lying or not, I don't think it would work. "My side aches when I breathe hard and my shoulder really really hurts constantly. "

"Okay..." Carlisle murmured as he entered the 'doctor's zone' and thought about what to do with me. "If you could sit up please, I can look at your ribs, there's a probability that they are fractured or broken."

I sat up, wincing as I put weight on my left shoulder.

"Your breathing isn't laboured, which means there is no broken rib digging into your lung luckily, however I can see a slight indentation on your left side so I will have to see if they are broken. " Carlisle was inn full doctor mode and I only roughly got the gist of what he was saying.

He began to feel my ribcage and then bandaged that, as it was fractured apparently (what ever that means), and he dressed my back with a cool-feeling lotion and bandages.

"Now, about your shoulder, " Carlisle said, looking me directly in the eyes. "I've been listening to it and it was clearly broken badly, smashed if you like. Anyway the bones in the shoulder and upper arm area have already fused together - -"

" Well that's convenient, isn't it. " I said cheerfully over Esme's sigh, Edward's hiss of annoyance and Rosalie's frustrated mutter that arose at Carlisle's words, and I started to put my top on again.

Carlisle gave Rosalie a concerned look and she quickly left the room. Esme sat next to me and took my smaller hand in her cold one.

" What is it? " I asked and pulled away from Esme, starting to get up. " I thought when things heal they feel better and painless. Why doesn't it now?" However no one answered and Esme put a hand on my shoulder, whether to calm or restrain I was unsure.

"I've got your bag." Rosalie said coming back into the room, followed by Jasper.

"What's going on? Why do you need your bag?" I asked and my voice rose in panic.

"Well...," Carlisle nodded at Jasper who started to concentrate on me. I suddenly felt myself beginning to feel relaxed and sleepy.

"Cut the calming crap!" I yelled at Jasper, I needed to know the truth now. I felt the sleepy mist go and I focused back on Carlisle.

"So, Tilda, although your bones have fused, it does not mean they have healed correctly. " Carlisle explained, "Broken bones must be set right before the healing process begins, or else the bones will fuse incorrectly."

" But...no one was there to set my shoulder for me. " I tried to understand.

"Tilda , I need to inject your good arm, to make your other hurt less, could you turn to face me?" Carlisle was saying, and I turned to find him holding a huge needle.

"Will it go into the hybrid skin? " Edward asked in a low voice to Carlisle. But I still heard.

"I hope it does," Carlisle muttered in return, "it will be easier for everyone if it does. "

I could feel Jasper's calming gift working on me, but this time I didn't fight it. I tried to hold still but it didn't go in to my arm immediately and it couldn't break the skin. "Stop it." I whispered , "Stop it." I said loudler, because I could feel it, and it felt to me like the knife back in Italy. "STOP IT!" I yelled as the bad memories began to flood back.

"Okay I'll stop, but for the next bit you will have to be very brave." Carlisle said sighing

"I'll help you with the next bit," Edward said and Carlisle nodded gratefully.

"Jasper," Carlisle was not addressing me or Edward anymore and Esme left saying she couldn't stay here any longer. "Jasper, your gift is stronger through contact, correct?" Here Jasper nodded although Carlisle seemed to already know the answer. "Well I'll need you to do more than that, if you get my meaning. "

"What's -" I started to ask but Jasper jumping on to the bed next to me and Carlisle cutting bandages and lining up various medical supplies was more important and interesting to watch.

"Ready." Carlisle said grimly and placed me on Jasper's lap. I could not figure out what he was doing. My bones had already fused and set wrong, what more could he do? It's not as if he could go back in things to set them properly. Then in realized what he was going to do...

"No!" I started to leap off Jazz's lap, but before I could even jump into the air, Jasper's marble hard, strong arms had me and pulled me back. He wrapped his legs through mine and pinned my good arm down to my side by wrapping his arms around my waist and trapping my right hand in the hold. He whispered words of comfort, like he did when I was a mini person and fell off something or out out a tree.

Whilst Jasper did a strange mix of comfort and restraining me, Edward gently held my left wrist to stop me flailing around and damaging my shoulder any more.

"Don't squash her ribs." Carlisle warned Jasper as he and Edward prepared themselves.

I cursed Jasper for trapping me, I thrashed around, and screamed blue murder until Jasper's calming gift set in slowly. I fought against it and ignored his kind words. When the calmness did start to work, everything seemed to be under a blanket of fog.

I watched in a foggy horror, but unable to do anything, as Edward swapped from holding my arm to my upper chest, preparing for the next procedure. Carlisle grasped my shoulder and upper arm, and I saw and felt the bones in my shoulder be broken then set again in the direct position.

I don't remember what happened next, except Jasper's gift and the steady throb of pain taking me down to sleep.