I haven't done a disclaimer in a while so...

Disclaimer: No malicious motives was intended, and any recognizable characters belong to corresponding authors.

Edward's POV

I was watching her for hours. I stood there, in my corner, watching the woman I love sleeping. Her steady heartbeat kept me calm, and her scent - whilst burning my throat - washed over me, drowning me.

I heard the thoughts of Doctor Olsen as he walked down the corridor, making his rounds. I needed to make a hasty exit to avoid any awkward conversations. I placed a kiss on her head, her scent burning my throat. Get used to it I said to myself. I slipped out the room and went to find Carlisle.

He was in A & E, treating people with a multitude of burns and smoke inhalation.

"Hello son." He said, without looking up.

"Carlisle." I greeted

"How's Bella?"

"Fine, I think. She's sleeping, but I'm not sure what caused the unconsciousness. She smelt a bit...off."

"Well, I'm sure she'll be fine. It was probably the stress or worry." She always was a quick fainter.

"Hmm" I still wasn't sure. I wanted to get Carlisle to check her over again, but he was busy. I wanted to be near her, hear her heartbeat, and make sure she's ok. "Carlisle, I'm going to check on her...I don't like leaving her, I've just got her back."

"Oh, so you've spoken to her then?"

"No..."

"Well, son...She hasn't seen you in seven years...The last time she saw you, you said you didn't love her anymore...I think you must speak to her before you make any assumptions...Please forgive me, I just want to warn you, it is more than likely that she shall harbour some ill feelings towards you...give her some space. Let her wake up in her own time, find out what happened. She was in the North tower, so I'm sure she knew people in the building...Let her find out what she needs to know, come to terms with it. Don't overwhelm her."

For the first time since I set eyes on her, I let myself think that she may not feel the same way as I do. She has probably moved on. I knew that, I understood that, but I was not going to let that stop me from winning her affections back. She loved me once, and she will love me again.

"You're right. I'll see you later." But he was too busy tending to the sick to say anything.

I was going to find some dark corner where I could brood for a few hours, but Nurse Kelly found me and reminded me I was still on duty.

After hours of treating burns, stitching cuts, setting broken bones and other mundane tasks one has to do in a hospital, I went to go and find my love. As I made my way back to her room, I decided that I would be introduced as the paramedic who found her, let her know that I was the one to save her.

I had gone over what I was going to say to her as I was working, so I let myself succumb to nerves as I approached her door. I opened it and was met with an empty bed. What? Where was she? She couldn't leave just yet! I had to speak to her!

I rushed over to the main desk and demanded to know where Isabella Swan was taken to.

"There is no Isabella Swan on my records sir." The secretary informed me, all the while imagining me in various stages of undress, doing impure things to her body. The scary thing was she was about 50.

"Well check again. I bought her in four hours ago. She was assigned to Dr Olsen." I all but growled.

"Sorry. No Swan. There is an Isabella Bloomingdale, 53. Isabella Taylor, 6. Isabella Belikov, 24. No Swan." God, those lips...that voice...that hair! Yuck. I blocked out her thoughts again.

Belikov? 24? It must be her. Stupid mistake with the records. I mean, c'mon! BellaBelikov? No way.

"The last one, Belikov. Where is she?"

"As far as I know, she went up to ICU to visit a patient...room 57 I think." Could I give him my number? Jesus, I bet I could show him a thing or two...yum! Look at that arse! Her vulgar thoughts followed me as I rushed down the hall way, towards ICU.

I was so concentrated on Bella that I nearly ran into Dr Olsen.

"Ah, Edward. How are you holding up?" Such a quiet boy, doesn't look old enough to be a paramedic, but he's one of the best we have. And gosh he's good looking! I know hundreds of women who would give their left arm for his number! But he never looks at any of them, not once. I do worry about him though...so gloomy...so solemn. Dr Olsen was a lovely man. He had worked here for all of his adult life, and was a gentle soul. He did not hesitate to take new doctors and nurses under his wing, and he enjoyed his work thoroughly.

"I'm doing ok Sir. I was just looking for the woman I bought in...I went to her room, but she wasn't there. I wanted to see how she was doing." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

"Oh yes, Bella. She's in room 57, visiting-"

"Could you take me to her, please? I'm sure you wish to check on your patient, and I would really like to see how she's doing."

"Of course, my dear boy. I was on my way there now." I have never seen the boy look so animated. He must be worried about her...

He moved surprisingly fast for an older man, for which I was grateful.

"Wait here a moment Edward, I just need to check him over, then I'll leave you to it." Him? She must be a work colleague or friend. I heard Dr Olsen asking about his patient. I nearly ran into the room at the sound of my angle's voice.

After what seemed like an age, he left and I was free to see my love.

I walked into the room and saw her sitting in a chair next to the bed of the man I saw in Abigail's head...Dimitri, I think? Hum, odd.

She turned around when I opened the door and froze. She had more colour in her face, and her eyes were sparkling. She looked perfect, glowing even.

"Hello Bella."

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