A/N: Hey everyone thanx for everyone that reviewed. This is going to be my first attempt at EPOV this chapter so I hope you all like it.
I just wanted to let you guys know that I got a number of my ideas for this story from the book "Adams fall" by Sandra Brown. It's a short but very sweet book for any of you interested in checking it out. There is a prequel to it ("Fanta C") but that's more about her sister so you don't have to read it to enjoy and understand "Adams fall".
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EPOV
I was at home surrounded by silence, alone again. My last patient had gone home today which made me feel satisfied, like I always did; that I'd achieved something worthwhile. But like always it didn't last long.
The fleeting satisfaction of helping someone is what I lived for these days. But sometimes, like now, when I'm alone with no one to talk to, no one to hold, I want to escape, to do something for me; to be selfish.
Then my phone rang, drawing me out of my self-pity and making me jump about a foot in the air.
I checked the Caller ID and noticed that it was my father. "Hi dad," I said into the mouthpiece as I answered the call.
"Hi Edward, look I need your help." I was shocked by how serious he sounded. "I've got a patient here by the name of Isabella Swan. She was in a car accident recently which resulted in her older brother being killed."
I grimaced in sympathy. In my job I'd seen my fair share of lost loved ones but I still didn't understand why this girl was so different until my father continued.
"The thing is her parents were killed two years ago and it looks like she doesn't have anyone, not even a close friend, to turn to for help. Isabella doesn't have the money to support herself if she can't work, let alone pay for a physiotherapist."
"Okay," I said. "What are her injuries?" Dad filled me in on her condition telling me that the swelling around her spinal cord made it impossible to be certain of the extent of her injuries, but that he had high hopes that she could recover. And so I accepted the job.
How could I not?
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Later that day I arrived at the hospital to collect my newest patient. Dad had talked her into allowing my mother Esme to go to her apartment and pack some clothing and other necessities for her that should last her for a few weeks until she will be able to go clothes shopping with my mother or someone she felt comfortable with or get anything else from her apartment.
All I needed to do was pick her up and get her settled comfortably into my house.
I met dad as he was coming out of the room that had been pointed out as belonging to Isabella Swan.
"She's asleep," he said softly as he gently shut the door behind him. "I don't think she slept very well last night, the poor sweetheart," he said sympathetically.
I sometimes wondered how Carlisle could bear being surrounded by so much tragedy day in and day out and still have as much compassion as he does.
But whenever I asked he simply reminded me of the people he helped, the happy results, and the things that in his words, made it all worthwhile.
That's why Carlisle is my hero and why I wish everyday that I can be as good as him; to not need anything but to help others.
That's what I wish I could do.
My father left to get a wheel chair that I can use so I let myself silently into the hospital room. I turned to face the bed, lost in thought until I caught sight of the figure asleep on it.
I felt like every thought was pushed from my head as the air left my lungs in my surprise. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Her skin was as pale and perfect as porcelain except for her cheeks which were slightly flushed from sleep; her lips were enough to drive any man insane with lust.
They were a soft pink colour and appeared plump and just downright kissable and when I was able to drag my eyes away from her sexy lips long enough to take in the rest of her face, I noticed the dark crescents her lashes made on her cheeks.
The same colour as the lush mahogany curls that lay scattered across her pillow.
The affect all in all was breath taking. Bella Swan (I thought she looked like a Bella) was a sweet, sexy, beautiful girl… who I was going to be living with for the next few months. Damn this was so not going to end well.
I was struggling with my conscience I should tell Carlisle to find some one else. There is no way I could possibly spend as much time with Bella as was necessary for her recovery and keep my hands off her.
But then I remembered what my father had mentioned about her financial situation and I knew I would help her no matter what and I would do every thing in my power not to grow any more enamoured of her then I already was… or at least not to let her know.
But all thoughts of keeping a distance flew from my head when Bella began to toss in her sleep her forehead creasing in what seemed like panic. "Jake," she mumbled softly. "No I need you… I helped you why are you leaving to? You're all I have," she whispered; her voice trailing off into nothing.
Against my better judgment I reached for her, unable to leave her trapped in whatever nightmare she is in. I gently brushed her hair away from her face, unable to help noticing that it was even silkier than it appeared, as I softly called her name.
Her eyelashes fluttered softly as she began to stir and I removed my hand from her hair, worried about what she might think about waking to find a strange man standing over her with his hand in her hair.
My lips quirked a little at the thought as her eye lids fluttered open to reveal the two most soulful chocolate brown eyes I'd ever seen.
Her face registered her confusion as she looked up at me. "Wh…Who are you?" she mumbled softly in the sweetest sleepy voice that had every graced my ear.
A voice I would have sold my soul to hear every morning for the rest of my existence.
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Beta's Note: GOOD AFTERNOON ALL! Right now I'm watching Twilight on DVD; the baseball scene with Jasper and his bat twirling and accent. –Sigh-
Can't-Talk-Reading, you are ignoring me on MSN right now.
I shall depart now. But don't forget to review. It makes me so excited betaing!