As I was making my way up to the paediatric floor, I felt my phone vibrate, indicating that I got a text message. Looking at the caller ID, I smiled.

Hey Bella, just got a job as a singer in London, I was wondering how you are? I hope Seattle is being good to you!

Meganxxxxxxxxxx

That is great, I hope to see you live! Seattle is great and my job is amazing, talk to you later, got to work.

Bellaxxxxxxxxxxxx love you….

I smiled and walked out of the elevator, Megan was like my sister she was always there for me, we grew up together and when we both had to leave for college it was hard for both of us but we still keep in contact.

I went over to the nurse's station and put Elizabeth's chart back, I went to her room, to do the check up. I found her sleeping, her little body looking tiny in the big hospital bed, her blonde hair spread out across the pink Hello Kitty pillow. Her mother Anne was in the armchair across from her bed, she looked to be worn out and looked as if she was crying. I went over to the machine and put the morphine back on, I looked around the room but Richard wasn't here, I could sense her eyes on me but didn't look up from my work, I heard a sob escape and looked up.

"He left, he said he would be back tomorrow." She shook her head and I went to sit in the chair beside her "What do you think? I'm asking you because I saw your face in the meeting."

"Well…its your choice, you're the one that will be deciding and you have to be at peace with what you choose. Do you want time with her or do you want her to be in pain? Are you ready to let go?" I asked, she sobbed and I held her for about an hour.

Leaving her room, I cussed quietly…I forgot all about Edward's page. Running to his office I found that he wasn't even there. Looking at the page once more, I went to the E.R. Running down the hallway, I made my way to the trauma room. I found him with his hands pumping a child's chest, the monitor going wild and then a flat line.

"Push one of epee." He shouted, waiting for a few moments the heart rate was the same. "Nothing." He yelled.

Taking the paddles from the other nurse, I placed them on the little boys chest, "Charge to 200." I yelled as Edward pushed medication into him. Nothing worked so I charged again to 300 but there was nothing.

Edward sighed and took his scrub cap off that had a type of crest on it. He looked at the child and began to take the wires away…letting him go.

"Nurse Swan, stitch and clean up his arms, please." He whispered, with deep emotion.

Taking all the IV's out of his left arm, I gasped, realizing that his arms were full off bruises, looking down at his legs to were his Ralph Lauren stripped blue shorts met his knee, I saw a finger mark and then another one just at his shoe but it looked to be in the shape of a boot.

"What is it?" Edward asked, looking at me with confusion.

"Look at his arms…and his legs, they have bruises in the shape of fists and fingers, and this one," I pointed to his foot "looks to be a shoe or some type of boot." I told him.

Edward looked and gasped, finally he looked under the Childs red ratty shirt, we both gasped, he had large bruises around his ribs and his stomach was burnt, as if they poked cigarettes into him, there was even ash marks.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Only six but these bruises show years of abuse, look at his rib it has been broken at least three times." He growled, taking the last IV out and stitching his arm. His face was full of anger and sadness, all I really wanted to do was give him a hug and say that it was okay, but I couldn't.

"Call 911 and page my father, also get those son of a bitches into a conference room." He said, putting the white sheet over the child's head. I sighed, going to the phone and explained to the police what had happened and then I paged Carlisle, just like he told me to.

When going down to the waiting room, I saw them. They sat across from each other, not looking worried as any other parents in the room. They looked as if they didn't care, which made me angry. Walking up to them, they didn't stand; they just sat and looked at me like I had two heads.

"How is Jason?" his mother asked, after a few moments.

"Dr. Cullen would like to explain, could you both come with me." I turned around and heard them get up and follow.

Walking into the conference room, I sat beside Edward and the police behind us with Carlisle at the head of the table, they looked confused but sat anyway.

"What's this about?" the husband asked.

"Your son…he has passed, I am very sorry but there is something else. As Miss. Swan and I were cleaning up, we found bruises and broken bones, they were in the shape of fingers and fists, would you like to explain?" Edward said with anger in his voice.

"What are you talking about, I love my son." His father said.

"Well let me show you his body and x-rays, I can see years of abuse, would you like to start again?" Edward asked, hi voice polite but angry.

"I am the one who was abusing Jason, my husband is never home and since Jason is autistic he can really annoy me so I hit him to be quiet." His mother said, the father stud, punching the wall aggressively, I gasped and jumped, I was frightened. Edward held my hand and I looked at him, a weak smile played on his lips. I felt the electricity between our hands, a small tingle ran threw my body and I knew he could feel it too.

"CLARE WHY WOULD YOU EVER HIT OUR LITTLE BOY. HE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU KILLED MY SON . . ." The father broke down into tears, Edward stud, bringing me with him, the police came in and we both walked out.

"Are you okay? You seemed a little scared." He looked into my eyes, he let my hand go and I was instantly sad that the shock had gone. My heart ached for it to be there.

I sighed. "I just don't understand how anyone could hurt a child that badly, I . . ."

I walked off, leaving him there, I don't know why, I just had to leave before I said something I would regret, I moved quickly and made my way to the lounge. I was glad no one was in here. It was nearing the end of my shift and I hadn't realized how tired I was.

I sighed and started packing my bag, I took off my scrubs and put on my jeans and dark blue hoodie. I put on my black converses and slung my bag over my back, I took my pager and notebook, putting them in my hoddie's pouch.

I walked out when I saw Edward, I didn't look at him, I just waited for him to say something. "Bella, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just a bit stressed." I sighed, I hadn't noticed that he was dressed in jeans and a black shirt. He was sex on legs.

"Oh okay . . . I was wondering if you wanted to join me in a surgery tomorrow, a heart bypass, interested?" I nodded.

"Sure." We began walking and when we got to the parking lot, I opened my car door, looking at him. He owned the Austin Martin DB9, I gasped.

"See you tomorrow Bella." He smiled and got in his car, purring the engine and speeding out, I blushed and got in my car. I drove to my apartment in a daze.

Once I got home, I had a warm hot shower in an attempt to un-knot the knots in my back. I sighed and stepped out, I dressed myself in a robe and went to bed, I let darkness take me . . .

I woke up and stretched, I looked at the clock, 1am, sighing I got up to have dinner, while the pasta sauce was cooking, I dried my hair and straightened it. I boiled pasta and got a plate, I ate and watched TV, I heard a knock on the door and answered it, a little scared.

I opened the door and there was no one there, just a single red rose on the carpet. There was no note but I smiled, I lifted it into my hands and sniffed it, the lovely sweet scent filled my nose, "Thank you." I said, it was to know one, but I still said it, I went inside and put it in water.

I went back to sleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of Edward . . .