A/N: Sorry guys I know that the last chapter was short but I just wanted to set the scene. This one should be a bit longer but I think that most of the chapters will be relatively short still compared to some other fanfics I've read.

Oh and I forgot to mention it last time but Disclaimer's on my profile.

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Light and sound surrounded me in a flurry of confusion. I could hear voices but they swam in and out of focus so I could only catch snatches of what they were saying.

"…Loosing blood…someone get the spinal board…head injuries…she's unconscious" So many voices that my head felt like it would explode. I was suddenly aware of pain, more pain then I've ever felt before.

And this time I welcomed the darkness as it swept me away.

When I came around next I was staring up a white ceiling and had no idea where I was.

Then the smell hit me; a smell that I would remember anywhere one that haunted my nightmares. The smell of antiseptic and despair. Suddenly I knew where I was, I was in a hospital.

Instantly the memory's of the last time I had been in a hospital came flooding back.

Flash back (two years earlier)

I was studying English and literature at the University of Washington; I'd chosen it because it wasn't far from home, which was handy when you consider the fact I was still living at home.

Jacob was only a year older than me but had moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. It was another upside to the university that he was renting an apartment near by.

It was a great day, the sun was shining and I remember that a lot of people had decided to skip the lecture on classic literature to take advantage of the gorgeous weather. But not me, I loved my course and outside activities weren't really my thing.

It was one of the reasons I didn't really have any friends, the other being that I didn't attend any of the parties thrown by any of the other students.

Those sorts of things did not entice me.

I think a lot of people thought that I had a snobby attitude, that I thought I was better then everyone or something but honestly I was just the definition of the word 'geek'. I wouldn't dream of drinking underage or even neglecting my studies to hang out with friend so I just never made any.

Problem solved.

It was one reason I was so surprised when my mobile rang in the middle of the lecture the other was the fact that I'd forgotten to put it on silent so to my deep embarrassment my favourite song at the time which happened to be "Dirty Little Secret" by The All American Rejects started blaring from my bag and every one in the room spun in my direction.

I fumbled with the zipper on my bag, muttering apologies, and I knew my cheeks were bright red with my embarrassment. It seemed to take an interminable amount of time to find the phone before I rushed out the door, attempting to ignore the glares of the professor, to answer it.

I knew something had to have happened because the only people who knew my number were my family and they knew better than to ring while I was at school. But even that idea could not have prepared me for what the voice at the other end had to say.

I think that was the only day I've actually gone above the speed limit, or attempted to. My beat up Chevy didn't exactly want to comply, as I headed towards the Hospital.

All the way there thoughts kept flashing through my head some trivial, like whether any of my books had survived the fire. And more to the point, what I would do without Charlie and Renee how would I survive.

By the time I arrived at the Hospital I had worked myself into a frenzy of worry but the moment I saw Jacob I pushed it aside. Jacob stood in the waiting room, tears steaming silently down his face, and in that moment I knew they were gone, and a pain so severe that seamed my chest was being torn in two overwhelmed me.

But I saw the pain in Jacob's eyes, so I pushed mine aside, and opened my arms to him to offer what comfort I could to my grieving brother.

And all the while my nose was filled with the scent of antiseptic and despair.

I pried my heavy eyelids, attempting to dispel the memories I wish I didn't have, and found myself gazing into the eyes of a person standing over me.

"Doctor she's awake" said a feminine voice I did not recognise. I realised this voice was coming from the eyes above me.

"Excellent," another voice replied, this time masculine. I turned my head slightly towards where the voice seemed to be coming from. And the most handsome man I think I think I've ever seen stepped into my line of sight.

He had startlingly blue eyes and thick blond hair cut in a way that seemed to accentuate facial features elegant in their perfection. He smiled revealing perfectly straight white teeth "Its Miss Swan, I believe" he said glancing down at the clipboard in his hand. "I'm doctor Carlisle Cullen, but please call me Carlisle."

It wasn't until then that she noticed he was actually older then he had seemed at first glance but still closer to thirty than forty.

"Its Bella" I managed my voice coming out rather husky as if from lack of use. "How long have I been here?" I asked at that disturbing thought.

"Well I'm afraid we have kept you in a medically induced coma for three weeks to give your body some time to heal." I was shocked. THREE WEEKS?

"But I'm OK now right?" I said, looking to the doctor for reassurance. But instead of agreeing he looked serious. And it was then I remembered "Jake!" His name burst from m lips without any conscious thought.

"I'm sorry Bella," said Carlisle kindly. "But he didn't make it."

All of a sudden I could not breathe. I could hear a loud blipping sound that seemed to be increasing in speed with the rate of my heart. Then I felt Carlisle's hand in mine his thumb rubbing soothing circles as he murmured that I had to calm down, that I needed to breathe slower.

And I don't know how but it helped I felt myself calming infinitesimally and I was able to breath at a more even pace. "I'm so sorry Bella, but I'm afraid that that's not all." I looked up at his sympathetic face and braced myself for what he had to say. "You suffered some spinal injuries in the accident and I'm afraid that there is a possibility of paralysis from the waist down. At the moment the tests are inconclusive and it's possible that you may recover feeling in your legs once the swelling goes down."

I felt numb and simply nodded to acknowledge that I had heard what he said. "You will need the presence of a live in physiotherapist for the first few months" He started but broke off when I started shaking my head. "Bella," he said gently "If you don't do this the chance of permanent paralysis is much greater."

"You don't understand," I said desperately. "I can't afford something like that, I don't have much money and what I do have I'll need to survive if I can't work anymore."

Dr Carlisle smiled slightly as if relieved that this was my only objection. "Don't worry Bella. My son offers physiotherapy for people in you circumstance free of charge, but you will have to stay at his house. It has all the equipment and things necessary."

"Thank you," I said softly my thoughts again consumed with thoughts of Jacob.

My brother. My everything.

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A/N: Beta's Note: I'm invading her privacy. Nah she knows I'm not. I love this chapter and I hope that you all do to. Now is Bella's ringtone inspiration from Rosalie's ringtone in my story Can't-Talk-Reading?

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