Chapter two, doctors and nurses.

Carlisle's point of view.

I walked down the corridor of the hospital at little more than a human pace, needing to get there fast. Bella was only little, so she would need to be seen to fast.

It must've been bad. I could smell the fragrant blood from the other side of the hospital.

I rushed down to the entrance to see the girl, hoping there was time to save her. A stretcher came through the emergency doors just after I arrived. A little girl lay there, lifeless and covered in dirt and dried blood. Her brown hair was matted with blood that must've come from her head. Her clothes were torn and stained grey and red, from the dirt and the obvious. In her hand she clutched a slightly burned pink rabbit toy. She held it tightly, like it was a lifeline.

This little girl was Isabella Swan. I rushed over to the stretcher and looked her over, though I could see her just as clearly from my original position. This was going to be a tricky one.

Bella's point of view.

I felt a pain in my head as I started to come back to the present. My head pounded along with my heartbeat in some sort of painful duet and it made me whimper slightly in my sleepiness. I heard lots of beeping around me, and it made me think of the microwave at home, the noise it made when it was finished.

I wondered what mommy would be making for dinner tonight, thinking of all the yummy food that she makes. I wondered if daddy would watch another baseball game again tonight, like he always does.

Soon, the beeping was accompanied by voices. They were very faint, but I could hear them still. They spoke worriedly, like something was wrong. I didn't k ow what was wrong, though.

"She's in a critical condition, Edward. It was a horrible car accident. I saw the wreckage for myself." The man sounded worried, I wondered who the poorly girl was.

"I know, Carlisle. Esme is coming here as soon as possible, she wants to help." The other man sighed, as if he was worried too. The person they were talking about must be really sick.

My eyes fluttered as I came back to consciousness. A harsh light above me made me squint them shut until I could see again. Once my eyes had adjusted, I looked around the room I was in. Once I saw the colour of the walls, and the roughness of the sheets, I knew where I was. Hospital.

I had been here many times before, so I didn't think anything was bad at first. I looked down at myself and saw that I was in one of those green dresses people wear here. It was really big on me, the sleeves being double what they were supposed to be.

"Isabella?" I heard a voice beside me call my name. I looked over to my right and saw somebody sitting in the chair next to my bed. The man looked quite young, younger than my daddy. He had really light blonde hair, almost white. His eyes were a funny gold colour, that stood out from the paleness of his skin. I giggled looking at his eyes, not used to golden eyes.

"Isabella?" The man asked again, looking at me. I immediately shook my head, not liking to be called by my full name.

"Bella." I corrected, in a small voice. I was only called by my full name when I was in trouble, like the time I broke mommy' favourite vase, or touched daddy's gun.

"Right, Bella. How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asked, looking at me kindly.

"Good." I said, not mentioning e pain in my head. He looked down at a folder in his hand, then looked back at me with pained eyes.

"Bella, do you know why you're here?" He asked. I furrowed my brows, thinking intently. Then I remembered.

I remembered the bright light in the front of the car, the loud screech that filled my ears, the shattering glass. Something happened to the car.

"The car." I whispered, my face looking like dread. The man nodded, placing his big hand over mine. His hand was cold, but I didn't really mind.

"Yes, the car crashed." He said. I then realised something. My parents.

My parents were always with me at the hospital. Mommy sat on my bed, braiding my hair, while daddy told me funny stories.

"Where's mommy and daddy?" I asked quietly, looking up at the man with tear filled eyes. He sighed again, like it was too sad to say.

"Carlisle, I'll say." Another man spoke up from behind the man, I'm guessing was Carlisle. I looked up and for the first time noticed that there was somebody else in the room.

This person looked younger than the doctor. He was really tall, and had copper hair. His eyes and skin were the same as Carlisle's, so they must be family.

He stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. I crawled over next to him, looking up intently.

"Do you know where my mommy and daddy is?" I asked, hoping he did.

"Bella," the man started. "In that accident, your parents...they passed away." He said solemnly, looking at me with sad eyes.

My eyes started to fill with tears as I looked at my lap. They couldn't have gone away yet, I was only little. I remembered when my grandpa passed away, and mommy said that we couldn't ever see him again. Did that mean I couldn't see my parents?

A little choked sob escaped my lips as I covered my eyes with my hands. I felt strong cold arms wrap around me and being me to them. I looked up to see that the copper man had put me on his lap. I rested my head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Why did they leave, in only small." I whispered, my voice shaking from the tears.

"Bella, they had too. It's okay, they're happy now." He shushed me, rocking us to calm me down. I nodded my head, though the tears kept falling.

A knock at the door made me look towards the entrance. I saw a woman standing there.

"Esme!"

Well, that was chapter two. Thank you to

SuBeskreus for commenting, your support means a lot. I will be doing Edwards point of view in the next chapter, so don't worry it will be coming. Like I said last time, of you put your name in the comments I will add you into the next chapter somehow. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review.

-Bambie.