I drove, turning at random corners not really caring where I ended up at, and I found myself at the doors at 'Forks Hospital'. Their lack of imagination hadn't seemed to have changed - after all, who would name a hospital after a utensil unless they were really dull - and neither had the hospital.

It had been fifty years since I'd last seen it, but nothing had changed. The walls outside were still just plain brick, the entrance was still just a wooden doorway, and it was still small, only three stories high. The only thing that had been added was a parking lot which looked out of place next to the old Victorian building.

I walked inside, up to the front desk where a woman with frizzy ginger hair, thick glasses and bad acne sat looking bored. "Excuse me?" I asked her, as she stared up in awe her mouth open like a fish.

"Y-yes?" She stammered, pushing up her glasses and looking me in the eye.

"I was wondering, are there any jobs here available? You know, as a volunteer?"

"Well, yes but there's no pay."

"That's okay. I was also wondering where I would be able to make a donation?"

She smiled warmly at her, "That's okay. If you have a dollar you can just give it to me," I could not believe she thought I was talking about a dollar!

I politely laughed, taking out a black credit card, like the one all the celebraties had, and slid it across the table. "I actually meant something a little more sizable."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide, as if she's seen a ghost, "Where did you get that?"

"Family investments, you know that sort of stuff. So where should I go to donate it?"

"Oh, well there's a doctor that's in charge of it - Carlisle Cullen."

"NO!" I said a bit too fast, causing many heads to swing towards me in alarm. "I mean, no. I, er, wouldn't want to disturb him. Would you mind giving it to him instead? Just take a million off it, okay, donate it anonomously. So which patient would you like me to see?"

"Well, there is a girl called Lucy," she said in a low voice, "she's just been diagnosed with cancer and she won't speak to anyone. Maybe you could speak with her, and it would be great?"

"Of course, what room is she in?"

"333," the receptionist answered, taking some of my personlal details before I was allowed to go in search of the room.

330, 332, 333! Inwardly, I counted the doors, entering the one labeled 333. In the hospital bed lay a girl perhaps 17 or 16, connected to a heart moniter, and tonnes of other machines. She looked pale and sad, plus perhaps a little bored. She glanced up at me when I walked in, before returning her stare to the open window.

"Do you miss going outside, Lucy?" I asked her gently. "Would you like me to open the window and let in some air?" She didn't respond, or awknoledge that I had spoken, she just kept staring at the window so I opened it anyway. "Would you like something to drink or eat?" There was a tray of uneaten food by her bedside so I took that as a no.

"Oh! I forgot, I'm Bella. Bella Creator, nice to meet you Lucy!" I reached my hand out, and when she didn't shake it, I placed it back where it was, not wanting to force her.

"How are you then? I suppose you must have been shocked when you found out, eh?" She didn't respond.

"It must be hard on you, where are your family?" I looked around, not seeing any in the halls, but I wasn't surprised when she didn't answer again.

"Any hobbies you do? Things you like to do in your spare time?" No answer.

"You're not going to die Lucy."

"How do you know?" She looked at me for the first time, really looked at me. She said so quietly that if I were mortal I would have needed her to repeat the question, but even if I was human, no one could have have how much pain was in her voice. Her eyes looked terrified, scared, wide with her fear and I didn't miss the flash of emotion go through her eyes. So quick, I almost didn't catch it, but it was there. Trust.

Lucy POV

I was going to die, I knew that since the day I had first gotten my results when Dr Cullen had explained to me what was really wrong with my body, and told me what all of the long latin words he used meant. So, why could the hospital not just leave me alone and let me do so in peace? I knew I was sick, and I had a life threatening condition, so what if I wasn't speaking! They didn't need to keep on sending in people to try and get me to talk.

All week I had been pestered by staff, family, friends, even shrinks but to no avail. Then Bella Creator walks in, and she seems different. She was my age, or at least around it but there was something about her that made me think that she was going through exactly as much pain as I was, if not more.

And for some reason, I felt dependence on her? I had only just met her, but I felt like I needed her to help me live. And just out of the blue, she had said, "You're not going to die, Lucy." Just like that, with so much certainty that it caused me to swing round and look at her for the first time.

It would be a understatement to say she was beautiful, I had seen that when I first glanced at her but I had ignored it. She had brown hair, loosely curled and make-up done to perfection. Her clothes were expertly cut, clearly designer, and perfectly matched and co-ordinated. She was thin, with perfect curves, and clearly what any girl wanted to be like. Just being around her would take notches of a girl's self-esteem.

But that wasn't was made me ask my next question, to speak something I hadn't done in a least two weeks. What made me ask was how certain she sounded when she spoke, as if she knew for a fact that I wasn't. She wasn't looking at me, just staring out of the window like I had been until moments ago. I could have sworn I saw a single tear fall down her face before she wiped it away, pretending to scratch her face, but I wasn't sure.

I wouldn't have been surprised though, what with the pain in her eyes when she looked at me next. "How do you know?" I asked her. My voice sounded rust, hoarse, clearly showing how I hadn't spoken in weeks but I didn't care. All I wanted to hear was her answer to my question. I wanted to see how she would answer, find out why she was so certain.

Bella looked deep into my eyes, and for a couple of moments, she seemed frozen and distant, as if she wasn't seeing the same surroundings as I was, before she looked normal again, "I just know." She said with such power, with such fierce passion that I was forced to believe that IC wasn't going to die, at least not yet. It seemed odd how someone could come in here, make me speak, and tell me that I wasn't going to die with three words but it had happened.

Carlisle POV

Amy, the receptionsist from the front desk came hurrying towards me, carrying with her a shiny black credit card. I felt in my pocket - mine was still there, so who's was that? Thinking it was probably one of the children's, or Esme's and they had dropped it when they were here some time, I looked up at her, "Yes, Amy? Did-"

"Carlisle, there was a girl here earlier, and she left us this card! She told us to take a million dollars from it and then give it back! As a donation! I thought she was just going to give me a couple of dollars or something, but she gave me this credit card, and I can't help thinking who she got it from! She said it was from family investments, or something! What should I do?"

"Well, who is this girl? Did she look like thief?" I asked her calmly.

"Well, no. She was wearing designer clothes come to think of it. Anyway, I mentioned that you would be the one that she should go to if she were to donate that sizable amount of money and she told me to do it! I thought you would have wanted to meet her, since your the chief of this hospital but she refused and told me to deliver it anonomyously but I thought you might want to know!"

"Hmm, well I would like to meet the girl. She sounds ... interesting." I said.

"She's here, in the hospital with one of your patients."

"Which one and why?"

"Volunteer work. Lucy, in room 333, I figured it was worth a shot since no one else could talk to her and she seemed so nice."

"Okay well I'll head down now," I told her, wanting to meet this person.

I strolled through the hallways, patients, families and fellow staff saying hi to me as I went.

When I entered room 333, I saw a woman from the back. I couldn't help thinking of how she reminded me of someone. And when the door shut with a soft click, and she turned to face me I saw the face I had often thought about, always wondered what happened to.

"Bella," I breathed as I made eye contact with my long lost daughter.