Hey guys just thought I might try and do a quick Edward's pov :) So tell me what you think!

~Edward pov~

As usual I awoke to a ghastly screeching noise emanating from the room across from mine.

"Cause baby you're a fiiiiirework, come on show 'em whaaaaaat you're worth!"

I groaned and rolled over, grabbing my pillow and holding it over my head. Maybe I could suffocate myself, then I wouldn't have to listen to anymore of Emmett's god-awful singing.

I risked taking a peek at the clock on my nightstand and groaned again, this one a bit more resignedly. I was going to have to get up anyway or be late for work and who needs an alarm clock when you have an Emmett?

"Boom, boom, boom! Even brighter than the moon, moon, mooooooon!"

I growled and leapt from my bed, stalked across the hall and flung open the door to the bathroom.

"Dude! A little privacy maybe?" Emmett smirked as he pretended to wrap himself in the shower curtain, peeking out around it and batting his eyelashes.

"I mean I know we're not technically brothers but man, you know I don't lean that way!"

"Katy Perry Emmett? Really?" I asked him. Ignoring his earlier comments.

"Hey don't insult my girl K-Pez!" Emmett retorted before turning around to continue his shower, giving me a view of his behind in all it's white, glistening glory.

I snorted and turned away in disgust.

It was too early for this shit.

Returning to my room I quickly slipped into my usual work clothes, a clean-cut shirt and slacks. Before neatly making my bed, folding my boxers I had slept in and placing them at a right angle underneath my pillow.

Esme – my mother, had decided as a family we were going to be more eco-friendly and for a start that meant less washing, (saving water or something) the solution to this was that everyone had to wear their pyjamas for more than one night in a row.

For Emmett this meant wearing the same pyjamas for weeks. However, considering me and Emmet weren't living at home anymore this wasn't a major problem, as neither of us liked doing the laundry.

I clomped downstairs still in a dark mood and scowled at my breakfast which consisted of a cereal that was pretty much just coloured sugar. Emmett had been on groceries this week and he always managed to buy the fakest, most processed looking food he could find.

The 'fruit loops' were starting to blur into a sickly rainbow before my eyes and I grimaced in disgust, shoving the bowl in the sink and grabbing an apple that had seen better days.

I scoffed it down as I grabbed my briefcase and car keys, stopping quickly to brush my teeth and then power walking out the front door leaving Emmet still bellowing in the shower.

Ten minutes later I pulled into the Fork's Community Hospital carpark before gathering my things and entering through the reception.

"Good morning Ed" a sickly sweet voice crooned, and I swear my teeth ached from the sugariness.

"Tanya". I gave a curt nod at the bottle blonde before taking a sharp left and practically sprinting down the corridor. Tanya was the kind of girl that got most sensible guys running for the hills. Sure, she was attractive, I would allow myself to give her that, as painful as it was to admit, I had been one of many to have fallen prey to her good looks.

Blonde, blue eyed and with a figure to die for she always drew the eye but once you knew what she was like on the inside (a psychotic, controlling bitch) you quickly learnt that looks aren't everything.

Me and her had had a brief 'thing' that had lasted a few weeks but it didn't take me long to figure out that not only was she a nasty piece of work, but she had also been fucking another of my work colleagues at the same time.

You know that saying 'no dating in the office' (in this case, hospital)? Well, I wish I had taken that advice into consideration. Now not only did I have to see Tanya around town I had to see her most days at work as well, and for some reason she thought it would be a great idea if we got back together again.

Over my dead body.

Grumbling to myself I made my way to Dr Roberto's office. Seeing Tanya had just made my already black mood that much worse. When I knocked on the door before entering I saw Dr Roberto glance up at me before continuing sorting through some papers. Then he did a doube take.

"Wow aren't you a ray of sunshine this morning?" He asked, taking in my dark scowl, his brown eyes twinkling inside his crinkly, olive-toned face.

I pulled one side of my mouth up in a half smile. Dr R always made me feel better. He is one of the most optimistic people I've ever met. I can honestly say I don't know how the man does it. I can imagine he's seen some pretty depressing things.

"Just been one of those mornings." I replied as I sat myself down in the leather armchair on the other side of his desk.

That seem to be happening more often than you would like to admit. A sneaky voice inside my head reminded me.

I shut the voice up quickly.

"What's the situation so far today?" I asked. Slipping into my 'doctor' mode that Emmett always gave me a ton of crap about.

At the age of twenty four I was currently a medical intern but that didn't mean I wasn't taking everything very seriously and I was trying my utmost to be as professional as possible.

"Well." Dr Roberto considered in his gravelly baritone voice. "If you could start by checking in on Mrs Linden in room 63, I think her blood pressure is is looking better but I just want to double check. Oh and some kid has just come in with a severe unguis incarnatus" He gave an evil smirk when he said this before continuing, "and I think you are doing well enough to be able to deal with that wee problem by yourself."

"Ohhhhaaa" I groaned as I stretched out my aching back. Eleven hours of wandering around helping tend to the patients was not my idea of fun. Yes I found it interesting but I couldn't wait until the good stuff began tomorrow, surgeries and operations were way more my kind of thing.

Shuffling out into the cold evening air I managed to cram myself into my car and drive home without dozing off. The house was dark as I unlocked the door and I slipped inside. Either Emmet was already asleep which wouldn't be suprising, or he was out boozing again with some of his mates.

I sighed and scrubbed my hand across my face feeling the rough beginnings of stubble scratching the back of my hand. I rummaged through the fridge, found some leftovers from dinner a few days ago and popped it into the microwave.

Once sufficiently heated I sat down at the empty table and started eating while going over some case files for tomorrows surgeries.

A few hours later, eyes aching, I pulled myself up the stairs having a quick, lukewarm shower (thanks Emmet) before viciously scrubbing my teeth and half heartedly brushing my wild mop of hair.

I reached under my pillow and slipped on my briefs before flopping onto the bed. I had barely managed to switch the light off before I fell asleep, ready to repeat the whole laborious cycle tomorrow.

Couldn't fucking wait.

Eh not much really happened in this chapter sorry! You just got to see what a day in the life is currently like for (nearly) Dr. Edward Cullen. Next instalment will be Bella's first day back in Forks :)

Fun fact of the day: 'Unguis incarnatus' is latin for 'ingrown toenail'.

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