Okay I don't know much about doctoring, so please forgive me! All I know is from watching casualty! Just suspend your doubt and read it through like it is real and correct! Thanks :P

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Bella Swan

It would be five hours, thirty-six minutes, and a couple of seconds before Edward had promised he would be back. Now, I just had to decide what to do to occupy myself for all that time.

I had done all of the laundry and cleaned the house only two days ago- so I couldn't find something to do inside the house. I hadn't seen Jacob for three weeks, and he said that he wanted to keep it that way. Although I missed him, I didn't want to disrespect his wishes, so I had been forcing myself to keep away. More than once, I had been in the car before I told myself that I couldn't go. I had been on the brink of indecision more times than I could count on my fingers and toes.

I took my time over getting dressed, doing each button up as slowly as I could bear. Then I stumbled down the stairs and took more time over breakfast. When I could draw out my daily tasks no longer, I took my car keys and decided to go for a drive. Maybe something would come into my mind as I drove.

The car seemed even slower than normal this morning, though I rejoiced in this fact. I wanted to waste the day as fast as I could. I drove for half an hour around Forks, absentmindedly re-living in my mind scenes from the past week. Happiness filled me as I remembered the day Edward proposed to me, and when I realized that the wedding was only a matter of weeks away.

The steering wheel shuddered under my hands, yanking me from my daydream. The car's engine roared even louder than normal, a screeching, and grinding noise filling up the truck. I slapped the dashboard worriedly- the car had begun to slow down, crawling along the road at snail's pace. I revved the engine, and all that I was met with was a harsh noise, almost as if the car was screaming. Cars can't scream; stop being stupid, Bella, I reminded myself.

Now the noises seemed more like groans. A line of cars about five long were beginning to appear behind me. I was blocking the road, and my car seemed to be breaking down. I slammed on the accelerator, and with a loud crunch the pedal snapped off. The car wailed out a honking noise, and I swore loudly. Before I could do anything else, a billowing pillar of smoke appeared through the hole where the pedal had been, and I began to cough. There were several ear-splitting bangs, and the whole car shuddered. A scream escaped my mouth as a tongue of flame began to leap towards my feet from the broken metal. The car had stopped now completely, but I couldn't see anything else as I scrambled to try and get out of the way of the fire. I yelled again, fumbling with my seat belt to try and get myself undone. And before I knew it, the truck was engulfed in a raging inferno of roaring flames.

I felt my head hit the steering wheel as I collapsed from smoke inhalation, and the last thing I heard was the blaring honk of my horn.

There was heaviness in my limbs, as if a coat of grey was shrouding my body. My mind was sluggish, my reactions slow, and a burning pain was slowly making its way up my throat. I was short of breath, gasping in lungfuls of sharp air which ripped their way down my throat as if they were knife-blades. I shuddered as another stab of pain swept through me. And then I heard a voice, a voice so soft and smooth that it could not have been human. A voice that spoke of velvet and silk. The voice of my love.

I cracked open an eye, my whole body yearning for the sight of him. I could feel my body tingling, the pain now background as I longed for his face. But what I saw was not my Edward. It was a different man, a man with skin as pale as snow, lips as perfect as if they were carved in an angel's face, and hair as messy and golden as a model's. An expression of sharp worry was on his face, his features contorted as if I was looking at him through a looking-glass.

"Carlisle?" I whispered, the words croaky. I coughed loudly, and scrabbled at my throat as no air seemed to reach my lungs. My breath was coming out in sharp wheezes, and I couldn't breathe.

"Bella! Breathe!" Carlisle shouted. He was running along beside me, and for some odd reason I was seeing him from below, and horizontally. I noticed with a start that I was lying on a stretcher, four people were carrying it, and we were making a beeline for the hospital doors. "Don't give up Bella! Do it for Edward! Breathe!"

I shuddered and fell back down onto the stretcher, and for all my feverish attempts, I couldn't even breathe in a lungful of air. My eyes flickered closed, and the angel's face stayed with me in my mind's eye. He was speaking, but no sound came through his parted lips.

"We have inability to respire," I heard an urgent voice call; "Severe damage to lungs from smoke inhalation. The patient is unconscious."

"We have to be quick. Pass me-"

"Here."

I could hear a regular beating which was getting faster and faster.

"Thanks. Heart rate accelerating! Get me-"

I opened my eyes for a second, and saw a room full of people, all rushing around and crowding around me. What were they doing? Where was I?

"Patient needs another dose of pain relief!"

And then I felt the jab of a needle, and knew no more.

Carlisle's POV

My secretary was waiting behind her desk as always, a bright smile on her face.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen," she said, bustling about around her desk. "Had a good day?"

"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Carlisle?" I answered with a smile.

"At least one more," she said back, blush creeping up her cheeks.

"You say that every time I ask," I answered, taking the jacket which she passed to me. I put it on over the clothes I wore in the hospital and grabbed the keys to my Mercedes from the safe.

"Any hard cases today?"

"Not really. A couple of tibia breaks, one femur, a dislocated hip… nothing I can't deal with."

"Are you coming back this afternoon?" she asked. She thought I was going home for lunch. I hated wasting time I could be helping or saving people to pretend I was human, but it was necessary. We have to appear as normal as possible, after all.

"Yes, I'll be back in about an hour."

"See you then," she whispered as I turned away. I shook my head as I walked down the corridor.

As I passed through the hospital doors I heard the screaming siren of an incoming ambulance. I had to restrain myself not to go straight back into work to help the person coming in. The ambulance raced into the car park and within a few seconds, a stretcher had been unloaded from the back. As I passed, I saw a pale as death face, and a mop of dark brown hair. It was a few seconds before I recognized the face. It was Bella!

Within a second, I had run at vampire speed back across the car park and was sprinting alongside the stretcher. I couldn't go home now.

"What happened to her?" I quizzed the stretcher-bearer. I saw an oxygen mask on Bella's face and lots of bad burns all over her. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed. I could hear a faint heartbeat, going slower than it should.

"Her car blew up," the man said, "The engine exploded."

"She inhaled a lot of smoke," I said. It wasn't a question.

The stretcher-bearers didn't quiz me on how I knew, they just nodded. They were used to me diagnosing patients much quickly and more accurately than other doctors. Centuries of experience had taught me a lot. And I knew that Bella was dying.

"I'll treat her," I said, knowing they would be glad of it. I was the best doctor at the hospital.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen," one man said.

We raced through the doors and I threw my jacket to my secretary again, dumping the car keys in her hands as we rushed past. She didn't question me.

It took two minutes for Bella to be taken to the theatre room, where we did operations and took care of critically ill patients. The rest of the room was empty. We didn't have many patients with life-threatening cases here in Forks, so it was empty apart from Bella. There were two doctors and three nurses ready in the room.

I explained the case to them as I examined Bella. She was in a bad way- very bad. If I was honest with myself, I didn't think she could survive this. She had too much damage to her tissue from the fire, and had inhaled too much smoke. I didn't know what to do- I felt helpless. This was Edward's true love, and part of our family. And Edward was away.

"Call this number and tell him what has happened," I said, passing a business card which had Edward's mobile number on it to my secretary who had come into the room. "Its Edward, you know, my son? This is his girlfriend."

My secretary nodded bleakly and rushed out the door. I wondered why Alice hadn't seen this happening, but I didn't blame her. No one was infallible.

Ten minutes later and I knew I had no more time. If my secretary had been able to get through to Edward who was away hunting, then he would be racing back right now. He probably was. The problem was that… and I hated to even think it… I didn't think Bella would survive until he arrived. I had to act now or loose her forever. And I couldn't let that happen, because I would loose Edward too.

I needed a plan.

Why was the room so full of witnesses when we needed to be alone? How could I smuggle Bella out of the hospital and bite her, because that surely was the only thing left I could do if I wanted to save her? For once, I had no idea.

As I battled away the minutes trying to prolong Bella's human life, my quick mind planned how I would end it. I would need less people in the room… or I would need to convince them Bella had died. How could I do that, when the room was filled with the sound of Bella's heartbeat, broadcast out loud for everybody to hear, by a machine? I would have to wire the machine to show incorrect information. But messing with machines was Rosalie's forte, not mine. Did I know enough from watching Rosalie fix cars and my extensive knowledge on the medical machines to do it? I had to try.

"Marta I think you can take a break," I said to one of the nurses. She nodded and left the room without comment. Now there was one less witness. It was a shame I couldn't ask more of them to leave, but that would seem suspicious. I don't want to get blamed for murder.

"I don't think she's going to live," one of the doctors said to me.

"We've done everything we can," another said. "Where is her family?"

"Her father doesn't know yet. Someone should contact him," I said. One of the doctors agreed to do it, and disappeared. Now there was only one doctor, two nurses, and myself.

While all three of them were occupied checking Bella's blood test printouts, I moved at vampire speed to the machine that was showing her heartbeat. As fast as I could, I sprinted around to the back of it and plied the back off. All I could see was a jumbled mass of wires and metal, so acting on an instinct that told me to break the red wire; I snapped it easily between my fingers. There was a quiet beeping and then one long beep which didn't stop. I jammed the back of the machine back on and moved back at vampire speed to my previous position, before the rest of them turned around.

When they did, they stared at the machine with wide eyes. If they had stopped to think, they would have noticed that the oxygen mask Bella was wearing was still supplying her with oxygen and she was still taking it in. But they weren't as experienced as me, and the hospital had not lost life more than six times all the time I had been here. Naturally, they were shocked.

"We failed," one whispered.

Both nurses had to leave the room, one of them crying silently and the other supporting her. Their training obviously wasn't enough to see them through, though I didn't blame them. But the other doctor had transferred from a larger hospital in a city, and was used to death. He turned to me for advice.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I replied. "It's too late now. Her cells were damaged by the fire. Have you seen her legs? And can't you smell the singed flesh?"

"Yes, I can."

"She inhaled too much smoke," I said, which was true. I wasn't pretending Bella was dead when she could have survived, I was pretending she was dead before she actually did die. And I knew she would die. If she possibly survived, by some miracle, then she would have to have special breathing apparatus and probably both her legs amputated.

The doctor nodded solemnly. "I'll have to go and tell her parents she's dead. I'll leave it to you to get rid of her body. I'll ring someone and they can come and pick it up from you."

"No, it's all right. I can ring someone," I answered quickly. I intended to take Bella away myself, and if this doctor rang someone to take away the body then they would wonder where it was.

Two minutes later, I was alone with Bella in the room. I checked over her- she was still breathing- and then quickly I picked her limp body from the bed, discarding the oxygen mask. I just hoped that she could survive without it until I could get somewhere were I could bite her. And I just hoped she survived the three days it took to become a vampire, once the venom was in her system. I held her carefully, as gently as possible, and then began to run. I went out a back entrance, running at vampire speed, and into the woods at the back of the hospital. I had run for about a minute when I couldn't go further because Bella wouldn't be able to survive any longer without an oxygen mask. And then I lay her on the mossy ground, exposing her neck. I would have to do it as cleanly as possible, so she didn't loose too much blood. The chances of her surviving were slim as it is.

"I'm sorry about this Bella," I whispered. She didn't answer, as predicted, but I thought I saw her eyelids flicker. I took her hand, squeezed it lightly, and then sank my teeth into her neck.

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I am sorry if you know a lot about doctoring and it doesn't make sense… but please don't flame me just because of that. You can flame me if you have good reason, because I believe my self-esteem can take it! Though I do prefer nice reviews :P

And if thinking of it this way is better… doctoring is like this in a parallel world which this One-Shot is set in!

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