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Where am I? My thoughts were scrambled and I kicked my legs, attempting to move through the darkness encasing me. It was as far as oblivion from what I could tell. Plus, it was as thick as mud which made it terrible to move through.

I tried at this for a little while longer before I started to hear voices. They were all around me and I stopped trying to fight the dark so I could listen to what they were saying. The first thing I heard was a muffled sobbing. It sounded like it was coming from my mom. Next came an alluring voice, so beautiful that I thought it must belong to an angel. Why's the angel making my mom cry? Am I in Hell?

Suddenly, after thinking that, I knew I had to get out of wherever I was. I tried moving as fast as I could, looking for some kind of exit, but there was nothing. Nothing to be seen or felt. No light. And, as I noticed next, no air. My hands flew around my throat as I panicked to get air in my lungs. That's when I heard the voices again. This time, I heard my mom uttering a few 'Okays' and 'Sures' and finally, I heard the sentence, "Just do whatever you can to help her. Don't let Kat die."

I blanched. I'm dying? Sure. This is probably just a trick. I'm just dreaming. In the middle of theater class. That's all. My panicking ceased. I heard the angel say, "We'll do all we can to save her."

He murmured a few more things before I could feel my body relaxing. My eyelids started to droop and I thought, Well, I'll just go to sleep for a little while. And before I knew it, the alluring angel's voice had me sound asleep in no time.

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Without my permission, my eyes suddenly flew open. Like they had their own brain or something. I looked around the room trying to figure out where I was. When did I leave my theater class? This definitely wasn't the same room I was in when I fell asleep. The walls were bare, there were large windows that had drawn shades, and there was...a strange beeping noise.

Looking around some more, I finally located the source of the beeping. It was a large computer screen that had little red lines going up and down across it. And then I noticed, it was hooked up to me! I gasped. I'm in a hospital!

I tried to sit up unsuccessfully. What stopped me was the sharp pain in my chest and stomach. My hands immediately flew to where it hurt and I leaned back on my pillows, gasping, with tears streaming down my face. Confusion sided with my pain and I began to frantically look around, for someone or something that seemed like it could help me. And like a wish come true, my door opened and in stepped...the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. No model could beat his looks.

My tears stopped as I stared at this half man, half angel in awe. Without thinking, my mouth dropped open, and I quickly reached up to close it manually. He chuckled and pulled up a chair next to my bed. And even without a light on in the room, he seemed to illuminate it. I tried to sit up again to get a better view of him, but it had the same effects as it had the first time. I must have made a funny face because the man/angel next to me started laughing.

I glared at him and croaked, "This isn't funny. I'm confused and hurt and all you do is laugh at me? Who are you anyway?" The man/angel went suddenly rigid. Surprise, repentance, and sadness flashed across his face before he finally settled with looking serious. He ran his hand through his hair as if thinking of what to say next and sighed as he did so. Then when he spoke, I realized that this was the Hell angel. The one that made my mom cry.

"I'm very sorry I laughed at you Miss Warley, and I'm also sorry for not introducing myself," he said, a smile automatically lighting up his face. "My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I've been your doctor these past few hours. And as you may have noticed-"

But I heard nothing else after he said his name. Once it was established, all I could do was stare at him with incredibility. After a few second, he noticed my never changing expression and looked at me curiously.

"Miss Warley," he started, cautiously, "are you okay?"

At first I didn't comprehend what he said. Instead I snapped out of my trance and said, "Excuse me?" He smiled as he had before.

"Miss Warley, have you heard a single thing I said?"

I thought back to when I actually heard him talking and responded with, "I heard you mention that your name was...was..." I couldn't finish my sentence because I knew I must have been crazy and just heard him wrong. But I didn't have to worry about that because he finished my sentence for me.

"Doctor Carlisle Cullen, yes. So is that really all you heard Miss Warley? I'm surprised my name could distract you that much," he was smirking by now. "Is it really that interesting?"

"Actually yes," I said, matter-of-factly. He just frowned slightly.

"How come?" He seemed genuinely curious so I told him my truthful answer.

"Well you see, I'm a Twilight junkie and...you have heard of Twilight correct?" He nodded cautiously as if the rest of my answer would change the world. In a way, he was right for thinking so. "And the main character's boyfriend's 'dad's' name is Carlisle Cullen. He's also a doctor, and his physical description is the same one I'd use in describing...OH GOD! I've gone insane!"

I leaned as far back as possible into my pillows and covered my face with my hands.

Worriedly, Dr. Cullen (I still didn't believe he was real) said, "Miss Warley? Are you sure you're okay? I could get you some more medicine and-" I cut him off right as he looked at the 'call-the-nurse button.' I figured that if I was crazy, I might as well just yell at the poor man (or was he a crazy Hell angel?).

"Could you please stop calling me 'Miss Warley'?" I yelled, making air quotes. "It's too frickin' formal. And NO I don't want any more meds! They're making me crazy enough as it is! Look at me! I think you're a vampire and all you can do is smile and say, 'Miss Warley, you're in a hospital, can I get you some more pain meds so you'll go even further off-your-rocker than you already are?!'"

By now I had sat straight up, not caring how much my stomach hurt. I was brutally pointing a finger right in the crazy-Hell-angel's face, yelling at him, and so close to cussing him out it wasn't even funny. When my rant was over, I slowly dropped my finger and started breathing heavily, trying to restore oxygen to my lungs, which now felt as if they were on fire. At least that's how I thought fire felt. Boy was I wrong.

The really funny thing was that the doctor didn't seem angry, or sorry, or any of that. He only seemed as if he was seriously thinking about what I said-or rather yelled-to him. After thinking for a while he looked at me and asked, "Well then what should I call you?"

His question had me taken aback. Truthfully I thought the first thing he'd say would be something like, 'You need anger management', or, 'Maybe you are crazy, we should examine you more', or possibly something like, 'Wow, you really are off-your-rocker and I think it's time for that pain medicine.'

Instead though, he simply asked my name. Staring at my now confirmed crazy-Hell-angel I stuttered, "Um...well...you can call me Kat."

He smiled gently at me and leaned closer. I noticed and he moved towards me, how wonderful he smelled compared to the rest of the hospital. After a few seconds he said quietly, "Well, then Kat, I'm only going to explain this once, so you better listen closely and listen well. You aren't as...well how did you put it? You aren't as 'off-your-rocker' as you sound. As you've noticed, you are in a hospital. UVA's to be exact. You were flown in here from your school after being shot three times in your stomach and chest by your ex-boyfriend, Brandon."

I was finally starting to put two and two together as he continued his story. "This may shock you, but you are in critical condition. Truthfully, you only have about three more days of life left." He paused, waiting for my reaction. But all I seemed to be able to do was stare in shock at him.

Eventually, words came to me and I whispered, "Only three days? But why?"

He sighed and looked me straight in the eye. "Kat, you have internal bleeding. We were able to fix most of it during surgery but it got infected soon after. You caught a STAFF infection and pneumonia. It isn't good and it's going to be close to impossible to cure. Actually we've already tried and nothing has worked."

I looked at the floor, as if hoping to get a better answer from it than I got from my doctor. Finally I looked back up at him and said, "Continue the explanation if you don't mind."

"If you're sure." I nodded to let him know that I was positive and he continued in a whisper this time. "Your theory about me being a vampire is correct. I am indeed the 'fictatious' doctor you've read about in the Twilight Saga. It's not fiction after all. And Stephenie knew that too. She's also a vampire."

"Whoa! Hold on a sec." I was way confused now. "Wait, so if it's not fiction, than it's the straight truth. Meaning that, as mentioned in the books, you aren't supposed to let humans know of your existence. So why are you telling me?"

That's when he finally smiled a perfect, dazzling, smile, showing off his beautiful white teeth. "Because Kat, I can tell you have potential. Your mom told me to do whatever I had to do to help you. And I was hoping to save you and let you join my family. I've already talked to them about it and they'll welcome you with open arms...according to Alice at least. And I wouldn't bet against that. So what have you to say to that?"

Ouch. A cliffhanger. Oh well, you'll just have to wait for the next chapter. Sorry if this was detailed and boring but it was necessary. And also sorry if it seems a little OOC to you. That's how I imagine Carlisle. He's not really an enormous character in the series so you pretty much have to judge what he's like by what you see. What I see is the fun, caring, doctor, who doesn't take all things to heart. Instead he turns negative things to look at the bright side. Yup, that's my Carlisle description. Well hope you enjoyed this chap. Review please.