I just had the best idea for another story!! My two favorite book (series) are Twilight and Outlander. AKA- werewolves and Scottish people. sooo my next story is gonna be about SCOTTISH WEREWOLVES!!! YAY!!!

Ehm.. Moving on

Okay.. because I'm finding it a bit hard to write as often (blame my teachers) I'm gonna start making my chapters shorter, so I can update more often! Yay!

There's a time skip here, just in case you were a bit confused :)

Everything was black. I could hear muted voices shouting, and I felt myself being lifted onto something hard. Someone touched my arm. I felt an excruciating pain, and everything suddenly snapped into focus. My eyes flew open, and I screamed. The hand that had been probing my arm was snatched away, and the doctor standing above me looked shocked. I saw Carlisle push through the crowd of white coated people around me. The smell of antiseptic was stinging my nostrils, and I heard my scream echoing off the white walls.

"Let me do this." Carlisle's smooth voice calmed me slightly.

"Carlisle, it doesn't matter."

I writhed on the bed, trying to get into a position that would make my arm hurt less. I looked down, and saw that my shirt sleeve had been ripped off, and someone else's shirt wrapped around my arm to stop the bleeding. My jeans were splattered with blood, and my entire shirt was soaked in it. The makeshift bandage was just as bad. Blood was starting to soak into the hospital bed I was laying on.

Carlisle looked at the person that had spoken. "It does matter. In fact, it matters a great deal."

"Carlisle, don't waste your time here. She's lost too much blood, and the wound is bad. You won't be able to save her. There's a man in ward four, you might be able to pull him through, but there's no way you can help her."

I jerked my head over to look at the doctor who had said this. He seemed to wither under the combined glares of Carlisle and me.

"But Carlisle," another doctor picked up from where the other one left off. "Look." He moved closer and touched my arm.

I screamed again. It was pure agony, having someone touch my injured arm.

Someone came in, a chubby guy in a white coat, who looked very important even though he was the shortest person in the room. "Mr. Cullen, you can't possibly do this." His voice was high, and I had to suppress the urge to laugh. But if I started, I had the feeling that I wouldn't be able to stop. And then they'd all probably give up on me straight away.

"Cullen, you know we're running out of sedatives. We can't waste them on someone who won't survive anyway."

Carlisle looked at him, not saying anything. The chubby little man started to sweat and fidget under his gaze. "Mr. Cullen, I'm not going to change my mind. I'm the head doctor here, and I will choose what to do with our medicine. You will not operate on her."

"I will." Was Carlisle's only reply. "If you forbid me to use a sedative, so be it. I'll just operate on her without."

"But Carlisle!" a voice called out from somewhere in the throng of doctors, "You can't do that, she'll be awake the entire time!"

"No she won't." Carlisle looked confident, and it made me feel better. After all, he was a vampire, he was smarter and faster than anyone else here. The other doctors said he couldn't do it, but if Carlisle said he could, then I believed that he could.

"She'll soon after I start. She won't feel a thing."

There was a huge commotion outside, I could hear shouting, and there was a splintering crash as the walls shook. Someone had thrown something at the wall, very hard.

"Let…Me…Through!" a voice shouted from outside the door. Seth's voice.

"You can't go in there!" called a female voice, making one last attempt to keep him out of the room.

He ignored her, and my heart leaped as I saw Seth standing in the doorway. His blue eyes were wild, and his hair was standing on end. He looked around frantically, and ran to me, scattering the doctors that were standing around the hospital bed. His face was contorted in pain and worry, as he looked at me.

"Katie…I'm sorry. So sorry."

I smiled weakly up at him, 'I'll be fine', I tried to say. But it came out as a muffled croak.

Some of the doctors tried to usher Carlisle out of the room, saying that there was no hope for me, that he shouldn't waste his time on a hopeless case. In a second, Seth was across the room, holding the chubby doctor up by his white coat.

"Carlisle." He said, not looking away from the unlucky doctor he had in his grasp. "Help her." He turned his head to look at Carlisle. "Help her. Now."

Carlisle nodded, and announced that he was going to save me, no matter what the other doctors said. "Now Seth, if you would kindly return the head doctor to his feet, I can start on her."

Seth reluctantly let go of the chubby head doctor and looked at Carlisle. "This is the first time I've trusted one of you." The doctors in the room were probably quite confused. "Don't let it be the last." And with that he walked out of the room.

Carlisle looked around the room, and under his gaze, the doctors seemed to flee the room as fast as they could.

"Katie, this is going to hurt. A lot." His cold hands were touching my arm, starting at my wrist and working they're way up. It was oddly soothing, not painful like it had been when the other doctor had touched my arm.

He took a needle from a near table, and I eyed it suspiciously. "Morphine." He assured me. He stuck it into my arm, and I winced in pain.

"I wish Jasper could be here to calm you." He said conversationally. "But there's so much blood, I didn't want to risk it."

He slowly untied the blood soaked bandage from my arm. I screamed once, loudly, and then I faded back into the darkness.

When I woke, I was laying on a clean bed in the hospital. There was an I.V. attached to my wrist, and the sun was shining weakly into the room. There were a couple of other beds with people sleeping in them. There was an old man eating off a hospital tray in the bed opposite mine. He smiled at me I sat up, and looked at my arm. It didn't hurt much, only a dull throb, and it was wrapped in a thick bandage. There was a small plaster on my cheek, and I remembered what had happened. I had stumbled onto the pack fighting the vampires. Why where they fighting?

I looked around some more, and saw Seth sitting on a chair by my bed. His hair was covering his eyes, and his head had dropped down onto his chest, and he was snoring slightly.

I smiled automatically when I saw him, and the old man opposite me smiled as well.

"He's been there since you came in. Wouldn't leave, not even when the nurses tried to throw him out. I remember when I was young… that man's in love with you, no doubt about it. I used to have a girl like that. Love of my life she was. She died two years ago. I miss her. Boy do I miss her…" he trailed off, and was lost in his thoughts.

I sat there, thinking about what had happened in the last month. I had lost my father and sister, and moved away from all of my friends, to forks. I had made new friends, and met Seth. Seth…

The old man had said he was in love with me… could that be true?

"Katie!" a voice interrupted my thoughts.

A second later he had practically jumped on my bed and was hugging me.

"Seth… maybe you should get off my bed."

"No. I don't want to."

I smiled. I wasn't sure if I wanted to love anyone just yet… but if I did, that someone would definitely be Seth.

At that moment, Carlisle came in. He took one look at Seth, who was practically laying on top of me, and rolled his eyes.

"Seth, I'd very much appreciate it if you would remove yourself from my patient."

Seth stared defiantly at Carlisle, and I thought that he might argue with him.

"You might injure her again."

Seth jumped off me, but he put his hand on my uninjured arm, not wanting to lose contact with me. My arm burned where he touched it, not because of his superhuman heat, no. This was something different.

He walked towards the foot of my bed, and unclipped the little clipboard at the end of my bed. He examined it critically for a bit, and then looked at me. "You should be good to go this afternoon." He glanced towards Seth. "That is, if no one exerts any superhuman strength on your arm." It was Seth's turn to roll his eyes.

Carlisle looked at Seth, "You might want someone to bring some clothes for her, the ones she was wearing before are ruined."

Seth nodded, and Carlisle walked towards the door. He turned before leaving, "Have any of the pack seen Emmett?"

Seth shook his head. "No, he still hasn't turned up."

Carlisle nodded grimly. "Okay, thanks Seth."

"No problem."

I looked at Seth, worried. "What happened to Emmett?" the big vampire was definitely my favorite of the lot, even though the first time I met him he pretty much rugby tackled me.

"He's missing. No one's seen him for three days."

"Three days!?" I had been asleep for three days!?

"Yeah. None of the doctors thought you would make it. When you didn't wake up after, they were going to stop your I.V. because it was 'a waste of blood'."

He smiled, remembering. "Carlisle wouldn't let them though. It's the first time I've seen him so worked up about something."

"Why were you guys fighting when I found you?"

Seth hesitated. "I'll tell you when we get out of here." He glanced around. "We can't really talk about it here."

Two hours later, I was sitting on the grass in Seth's back yard. The sun was still shining, as much as it could be for forks, and I was wearing a summery dress that Leah had lent me. She knew I didn't like to wear dresses much, but according to Seth 'it was the only thing that would fit with the bandage in place.' Leah had tried to get me to wear this dress before, saying that it would set off my eyes nicely, and that it would look good on me. I still wasn't really convinced, but the look on Seth's face when he saw me wearing it was priceless.

It came just past my knees, and was a nice summery yellow. Seth's eyes had gone wide, and his jaw had dropped. It must have looked strange with the bandage, but Seth didn't seem to notice.

Seth came to sit beside me, a can of coke in each hand. "So what do you want me to tell you?"

"Well…" I thought about it. "Firstly, why you were fighting."

"Firstly? What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know which wolf was which person. You know, what does everyone look like when they morph. And… I also want to know…what imprint means."

He smiled at me. "Of course you want to know." He leaned back on his elbows. "Okay…"

Sorry it took so long to update!

Thanks 2 kissa 4 the help ;p

Tashie---I MIS YEWWW!!!!! (and kissa of course) but TashIE especially!