A/N: Okay, so I haven't updated in a fair while. Truthfully, I totally forgot about fanfiction altogether. But then I got a review saying to update soon, so I thought I'd finish the almost-completed chapter I wrote a couple of months ago. So here it is. Enjoy – I probably won't update for a while, if at all.

Chapter 4

BPOV

I lay there with my stomach facing the ceiling and my head tilted of the end of the bed. My legs were subconsciously kicking in time with the steady beat of the rain against the window panes. My eyes were tracing the cracks in the wall, memorizing their shapes.

My room appeared hardly recognisable from the upside down view I had.

I almost wished I could go back to sleep, but I was too conscious now. There was nothing I could think of doing. Nothing in boring Forks. Before I could try to think of alternative activities to occupy my free time, Charlie entered my room.

"You up for a walk?" he asked hopefully, as he assessed what I was doing. It took only a moment to consider this – even a walk in the rain would be better than staring at the wall almost motionlessly.

"Sure," I answered, eagerly jumping upright and heading for the door. Charlie smiled happily by my reaction, it seemed that I wasn't the only one who had nothing else to do. I slipped my feet into a yellow pair of gum boots and shrunk inside my oversized raincoat.

We made our way through the streets with no specific destination. Past the park I had been at the previous day, making the supposed events seem real. If it had been a fantasy, would my imagination have been able to conjure up a place that really exists, but that I don't remember ever going to? That would be quite peculiar.

At most large puddles, I would stop and jump around in them. I felt my age, a child.

Charlie didn't seem to mind when the water I splashed soaked his socks. In fact, he had actually been whistling a cheery tune and merely chuckled when I wet him. He seemed happier than he had been the last time I visited. Almost like Renee and I coming back into his life had completed him. His attitude gave me hope, made me feel like I could happy even in a dreary town like Forks.

His whistling paused, then he turned to face me.

"So Bells, how are you liking Forks so far?" he asked with a grin forming on the edge of his mouth.

"It's good," I lied. Actually, it wasn't really a lie, or the truth either for a fact. Yesterday had changed my life, that's if the events had really happened. But in truth, it wasn't Forks that I liked so far. It was just the people in Forks. The right people could make any place worth being in.

Charlie seemed pleased with my answer so I took the opportunity to skip a few metres ahead of him.

The rain had made the path slippery and I slipped with a gasp escaping my small mouth. But I managed to reset my equilibrium before I fell, face first. I help my hands out just in case I did fall again. It wouldn't be unexpected if I were to fall. Not for me anyway.

I slowed to a walk to ensure I didn't take a trip to the ground. The rain was still present, but was now falling only as a light sprinkle.

As I walked forwards, I felt something brush against the side of my head. I turned to see that it was the propeller of a motorboat parked in the driveway I had been walking past.

"BELLA!" Charlie suddenly yelled from behind me. His happiness had been replaced with worry and urgency. He was now rushing towards me franticly.

He took off his sweater and told me to hold it to my head as he picked me up and started running home. I just hoped he didn't fall over.

What was going on? I thought, panic starting to peak.

In response to my silent question, I saw red liquid seeping through the material of the sweater at my head. Blood. But I couldn't even feel any pain?

In moments, Charlie had managed to reach the house. But instead of taking me inside, he led me straight to his cruiser and ran to get his car keys. I could hear his voice echoing a shout through to house to Renee, and then within seconds he was back out the door heading for the car.

I sat in the back seat and put on my seatbelt as he started the car – with the siren on – and pulled out of the driveway. His driving seemed faster than usual, maybe even over the speed limit.

I didn't want to see his face in the rear-view mirror. The worry stretched across his features was frightening. So instead, I watched as the green of the trees whooshed by out the window, sweater still clamped to head.

In the confinement of the car, I could smell the revolting rusty scent of my blood. I was starting to get dizzy, though I wasn't sure if it was from the smell or the actual blood loss.

Soon the siren stopped as Charlie parked in the parking lot of the local hospital.

That's when I suddenly felt a sharp piercing pain on the right side of my forehead.

The dizziness disappeared – all I could feel was the pain. I tried to hold in my screams, but to no avail. Charlie had already pulled me out of the car and was moving me towards the hospital entrance. My screams filled the parking lot, echoing off the walls and roof.

I slowly controlled myself and screamed inside of my head instead.

As we reached the counter inside, the person there took a glance at me then picked up a phone and murmured something into it.

I subsequently saw a door nearby open as a handsome young doctor hurried out of it, towards me. He guided Charlie and me into a room.

"I'm Doctor Cullen. You're going to have to take the sweater off of it so I can see," he said in a friendly voice.

Right.

"Well, the blood flow seems to have stopped and a scab has begun to form over the cut."

A small head peeped through the opening in the door, curious green eyes surveying the room. The same green eyes from the day before, and my dream.

Edward.

The eyes widened as they registered me with traces of blood on my clothes and face.

"Daddy!" he rushed as he ran into the room, closing the door behind him.

Edward... Cullen?

I guess it shouldn't have surprised me that he wasn't the only nice one in his family.

"This is my son, Edward. I hope you don't mind him being here," said Dr Cullen.

"No, it's fine," replied Charlie.

"What happened, Bella?" Edward asked me, his eyes further studying my forehead.

"I walked into a parked boat..." I mumbled, embarrassed.

"Well, I suppose these two have already met then," Charlie said, his glance moving between us.

"Now, Bella is it? I'm going to ask you to sit as still as you can so I can clean your cut to stop any infection. This might sting a little," informed Dr Cullen.

He raised some sort of cloth and dampened it with green liquid, then pressed it to my head. Before then, I'd actually forgotten about the pain. But this didn't just sting a little. It intensified the pain so much that I couldn't help but wince.

Edward frowned as he watched my expression. His hand was twitching. Could he really have been that eager to reach out and help me somehow?

The sting slowly subsided as Edward's dad removed the cloth and gently massaged some yellowy goo to the cut instead. Then he stood up to fetch something from a drawer.

"So, the boat wasn't even moving?" Edward teased.

"Nope," I replied with a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Hmm, well I remember this time Alice was chasing me around the house. And then she ran into the door frame..." he laughed, "That door frame saved Emmett and I from Alice that day."

I didn't know who Emmett was, or what he meant by that. I just stared back at him with confusion. I suppose that's a tale for another time, for Dr Cullen was returning.

This time, with a needle in hand. Seeing it made a cold shiver run down my spine and my limbs twitch.

Edward noticed.

He took that opportunity to seize my hand.

"Bella, I'm going to stitch up the cut now, so you're going to need to lie back on that bench you're sitting on."

I sighed and did what the doctor told me. From this angle I couldn't see Edward's face as well, but I knew he was watching me patiently.

I closed my eyes and braced for the needle to meet my skin. I didn't focus on the pain. I don't think I could have if I tried. All my attention was now averted to the contact I still had with Edward's hand. His hand was slightly warmer than my own, what with me previously being outside in the rain and all.

His thumb traced the knuckle of my forefinger. I could feel how smooth his hand was, and how it just felt right to be in mine. Despite the circumstances, I felt as though I could fall asleep like that. And I almost did.

"It's done, Bella. You can open your eyes now," said Dr. Cullen, snapping me back to reality. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to ruin this absurd moment I was having. But I obeyed nonetheless.

The first thing I registered was the bright light of the room. Then I noticed the doctor in front of me, holding out a lollipop.

"Because you've been so co-operative about this, you deserve a lollipop," he said, placing it in my hand. The hand that Edward wasn't holding.

"Do I get one too?" said Edward, causing our fathers to laugh.

"He's been pretty good too, I suppose," replied Charlie. And so, Edward received a lollipop.

He lifted his hand up to put the lolly in his mouth. As he did this, a bangle slid down his arm. It was pink, and it seemed like an odd thing that Edward would wear.

"How come you're wearing a bangle?" I asked.

A moment of confusion flashed across his face before he looked at his arm and saw it. "Oh... Alice," was his answer.

"What about me?" came her persistent voice as she burst into the room. It was odd that she knew just the right moment to join us...

Once again, Charlie and Dr. Cullen chuckled.

"Typical Alice," Edward murmured as he took his hand out of mine. I couldn't help but be disappointed. At least, disappointed until he took the bangle off his hand and slid it over mine.

Well, now I know for sure that he's real.

A/N: I put in something from my experience. Amazingly enough, I actually did walk into (well, actually I walked PAST) a boat propeller and had to get stitches. I don't know how that happened, but it seemed something fitting for Bella to do.