Disclamer: I do not own these characters.
Also, I do not own the plot or the start of this story, which was written by the wonderful Double I My 4 Guyz. She also will be beta-ing the rest of this story.
Bella's POV:
I slowly pried my eyes open, the bright fluorescent lights half-blinding me. My eyelids fluttered, and I heard the loud squeak of a chair scraping against a floor. Edward rose, clasping my clammy, weak hand. He looked gaunt, vacant, all of the vibrancy drawn from his face by something, something I wish I was strong enough to destroy, to make that look get off his glorious face.
"Bella?" he whispered, with an anguished, throaty, croak. It sounded nothing like the usual velvet sound I was used to coming out of his lips. "You're in the hospital."
"Edward, I'm not stupid, I know where I am." I retorted, irritable because of the obvious overload of drugs that had been given to me.
"Okay then, do remember how you got here?"
I thought back, remembering the day at school, how I had drove home with Eric on my tail, him honking every half a mile, until I laid the brakes down a little swiftly because I had "seen a deer." Then, when I got home, Edward came to say goodbye, and then I went to my room and
started to read Mansfield Park.
That was the last thing I could remember.
"No," I replied, starting to panic. Just then, Carlisle walked into the room, with a very troubled look on his timeless face. What in the world had happened, if even this incredible doctor was so worried-looking. He walked over to the itchy, uncomfortable, bed, and began.
"Bella, we have found four tumours. In your brain, a leg, your liver, and one of your breasts. In them, I've found a unique type of cancer that I've never seen before. We're not quite sure if there is much we can do at this point. But, if it's okay with you and with Charlie and Renee, you'll have to start radiation and chemo as soon as possible. We'll have to send you to Seattle. I will be your doctor the whole time, and Edward's going to stay with me at the hotel next to the hospital. Bella, we're going to do the best we can."
And with that, he squeezed my shoulder gently, and gave Edward a pat on the back, then strode out of the room with a look of sheer pity on his face.