Songs I listened to whilst writing this chapter:

*Michael Buble – Home*

*Secondhand Serenade- Goodbye *

* Hanna Pestle – Need*

*~Bella~*

"Here is our newest patient, Isabella Swan...I completed all of her examinations just this morning and she arrived here last night" I was still under when I heard the muffing voice...Was it my sub-conscious? Was I dreaming, still? I couldn't make it out except the fact that it was a voice belonging to a male – I felt suddenly more awake than I had ever felt as I fluttered my eyes a few times before completely opening them to a clean white ceiling above my head.

"Isabella, are you awake?" The same voice rang through my ears. I felt for my diary which I remembered was still clasped tightly in my arms when I fell asleep earlier, I found the strength in my arms surprisingly better as I was now fully into the reality in front of me, however all I felt when I moved my arms was the rest of my empty lap..Panic surged through my system as I frantically moved my hands from my chest, to my lap and then to both the sides of the bed and still found nothing...I shot up from my position on my back to sitting and felt my tears now falling down my face once again...No one could have taken my diary...No one was allowed to hold my diary or take a look at any of the things I had written this had been my one purpose being here and once again, I had failed.

"Isabella?" Another voice spoke...I imagined that it belonged to the other doctor that was supposed to be visiting me today – there was concern in his voice...Choosing not to look at any of their faces I bent myself over to the right side of my bed to look on the floor to see if my diary had fallen in the time I was asleep – the dark blue carpet was empty...I did the same with the left side and was still unsuccessful.

Someone must have taken it....No one had a right to take something that belonged to me without my permission, this was something my mother had always taught me and I fortunately enough remembered it as I was sometimes scatty as a child and would forget instruction easily when there was another thing to take my attention away from the demanding voice of my mother.

"My Diary" I gasped out through the wetness of my eyes..."Where is my diary?" I almost didn't recognise my voice as it was crackly and more high-pitched than usual.

"It's alright Isabella we have your diary...It is being kept safe for you until tomorrow" a male voice attempted to sooth me but I was not having any of it...I needed my diary...I needed it now.

"You have no right to take it...Please give me back my diary" I pleaded the tears still pouring down my face.

"You can have it tomorrow, Isabella. You remember me? My name is Dr Albertson...You were with me for your tests earlier..."

"PLEASE sir! I want my diary" I was almost shouting now.

"Isabella...Please?" Dr Albertson pleaded.

I shot from my sitting position to throw my legs over the bed to place on the floor..With as much strength as I could master I stormed toward the door before almost tripping and landing on my face...I felt an arm restrain me as I reached for the doorknob.

"You can't take it...It's all I have...I need it...PLEASE?!" I shouted my voice bouncing off of the door in front of me and echoing around the room...The arm which was strong around my right arm didn't budge...I almost was about to pull away from the grasp when the other man spoke stopping me.

"Frank, go and get the diary...It will calm her down I will stay here and watch out for her until you get back" I felt a sigh break away from my body as the words registered in my head...I loosened gradually and stepped backwards a little.

"You're probably right Carlisle; if I had known it was such a important possession to her I would never have asked Tess to take it from her. I will be right back." Dr Albertson said before opening the door to the familiar squeaking noise and closing it again.

I was a statue...I couldn't find my legs and I felt almost silly about the way I acted...The hand from around my arm then came away and gripped my shoulder almost in a tentative way..I shook off the hand gently and the sudden emotion of security and safeness I found from this man's hold on me, turning around and making my way back to the bed to sit with my legs sprawled out in front of me, my focus staying on the bed sheets underneath my body.

"Isabella, my name is Carlisle...Would you mind if I sat down?" Another soothing voice...Just like Tess's is, I couldn't bring myself to look at him...I nodded slightly.

"Thank you" Carlisle then grabbed the same chair that Tess had sat in not hours ago and took the same place she had done at the foot on my bed...I still didn't look up.

"Did you sleep well?" Carlisle asked

"Yes, thank you" I replied. Why was it so easy to talk to these people? Did they have magical powers that no one knew about?

"I am sorry about your diary...Tess thought that you would be uncomfortable with it against your chest whilst you slept and she knew how you never let it out of your sight and so then decided it would be best if she kept it safe for you. Don't worry no one would dream of reading it without your say-so, Isabella." Carlisle explained...The corners of my mouth lifted ever so slightly at the kindness of his words I now felt more awful about my display and I needed to make him understand that I am not usually like that and how much I appreciate what the hospital has done for me..They have kept a roof over my head and a bed for me to sleep in that meant more to me than anyone.

"I'm sorry, Carlisle-" I silenced myself realising that I had called a Doctor by their first name and I had always thought that this was a rule. Carlisle however noticed my reluctance and smiled a little at my sudden silence.

"It's alright Isabella, you can call me Carlisle if you wish; I do not mind"

"Okay...I was going to say sorry ...sir ...for my behaviour just now...I am not usually like that it's just...All of my memories are in that diary and it's the only thing I have left" I explained my voice now back to normal and in a normal pitch.

"I understand perfectly...Diaries are important things and if anyone should know that it is me" Carlisle replied.

"So what did you and Dr Albertson need me for, sir?" I asked him, not quite sure as to what a 'round' was.

Carlisle couldn't answer because the squeak from the door rand through the room once more and someone, who I imagined would be Dr Albertson, entered the room. I looked up for the first time and saw that it was Dr Albertson, clutching my diary in his left hand...He came up to the bed smiling tentatively at me as he held his hand out, I instantly pulled one of my hands out and took the diary from him hugging it to my chest and rocking it slightly from side to side. I looked up as I had now felt complete with my diary back and stared into the eyes of Carlisle.

Carlisle was striking...Almost beautiful...His skin was pale, much more pale than mine was and I am half-albino...His lips were as red as blood and were slightly slimmer than the rest of his features on his face...His eyes were a deep, blue colour I had never seen that colour of eyes on anyone else in my life. His hair was the blondest of blondes pulled back from his face in a neat style that again, I had never seen before...Was it possible for men to be beautiful? Carlisle wasn't good-looking or just merely handsome but naturally striking. I had been drawn in by his voice but now I found myself unable to look away from his face...His eyes were piercing almost like he could see into my soul – If that were possible. The whiteness of his jacket illuminated him very well and it was almost as if he belonged in a museum of some sort for others to gaze upon.

"Frank, Isabella has just asked me what we need her for...I imagine that she does not know what a round is." Carlisle spoke to Frank but kept his focus on me.

"There is nothing to worry about, Isabella...We just come round every night to our patients to make sure that they are okay and if they have eaten...And whether or not they would like to speak to us about anything that is bothering them. It's pretty simple, my dear." Dr Albertson replied as he scribbled on a clipboard, his focus on the clipboard as he spoke.

"Luckily for you, Isabella....Oh wait I just remembered Tess was telling me that you prefer to be called Bella. Is that right?" Carlisle asked, his eyes glistening as he spoke.

"Yes that is right" I answered taken-aback by the fact that he remembered and was willing to call me by the name I preferred, if it was done to make me feel more comfortable then it certainly worked.

Carlisle opened his mouth to say something else, when a loud beeping sound filled the room landing in my ears I flinched at the sound a little.

"I am sorry Dr Cullen" Dr Albertson said as he pulled out something from his side pocket and staring at it intently "There is an emergency with a patient on the fourth floor..Could you possibly carry out the rest of the round with Isabella?"

Carlisle nodded "Of course, Frank" He replied.

"My apologies, Isabella...If there are any problems, Carlisle, then you know what to do" Dr Albertson had already made his way over to the door and opened it.

"Yes, Frank I will do that if necessary". Carlisle answered as the door then squeaked closed.

I was now alone with Carlisle in my room and I didn't know what else to do seeing as I had already gawked at him, for more time than anyone would stare at a statue of beauty...I resorted to look around the room a little more although in all honesty there was nothing of interest to look at as it was very plain and almost dull.

"Well, Bella...Seeing as I am going to be here with you for a while, I feel that I should give you a little something" Carlisle said as he reached for something in front of him on the floor I sat in awkward silence waiting for him to come back up and face me again. Carlisle was quick with his search and out of nowhere his hand was now stretched out towards me with what looked like food in it. I looked at him confused.

"It's alright, Bella...It's a sandwich...One of my wife's best recipes, actually....I do not want you collapsing on me from starvation...Here, take it." I took the sandwich reluctantly and unwrapping the clear film-like wrapping around it.

I held the now exposed sandwich up to my mouth and looked once more at Carlisle, who nodded with a smile on his face and took a small bite out of it from the centre. I felt the food melting my mouth as it moved around and it was, no doubt delicious...I bit into the rest of the sandwich greedily – I never knew how hungry I was until that moment and I must have looked really bad to Carlisle.

"Yes, it's good isn't it? Esme is a great cook – Just one of the things I love about her. I am sorry I do not have anything else on me...I wouldn't mind going down to the canteen and asking them for something if you wish?" Carlisle asked me.

I swallowed the remains of the sandwich down so I could speak....Licking my lips once it had disappeared.

"No thank you, sir" I answered, once again touched by his kindness. "How long have you been married, sir?" I asked him suddenly regretting it.

"Oh a long time...I am not one of those men who says that it only feels like yesterday since he got married because that is not true in the slightest...And I have three children to prove my age anyway so I wouldn't be able to get away with that excuse if I tried." Carlisle chuckled slightly...I smiled back in return wondering then whether the rest of his family were as beautiful as he was.

"How old are you, Bella"? Carlisle asked after a few moments of silence.

"I am fifteen, sir....Sixteen next month" I answered, groaning internally at the fact that I am going to be another year older and have nothing good to show for my life so far.

"You're a year younger than my son, Edward...He is much more of a tough one to handle as I imagine you would be. My daughter, Alice is almost seventeen and my eldest, Emmet has just turned nineteen." Carlisle answered...His eyes glistening again as he spoke about each of his children in turn – I could tell that he had a lot of love for them...My own mother looked at me in that way and a twinge of pain came over me as I thought about her again.

"What are they like, Sir?" I asked...Trying to find some distraction from the thoughts of my mother.

"Brilliant...They all are in their own way. Alice is an avid lover of fashion...Constantly reading magazines and sketching her own designs...She is also the only member of our family who could spend their lives in a mall. Emmett is a sportsman, quarterback to his team and has many awards to show his achievements...He is a bit of a ladies' man and likes to think that he is the best but he is a kind young man once you get past the heightened ego. Edward is the musician...Always playing on his piano and he is an academic genius...He is very unpredictable sometimes as one minute he will be with you talking like I am to you now and the other he will be locked away in his room in silence...He is a very thoughtful boy but at times I never know what to do with him. I am hoping that he grows out of it, of course." Carlisle explained.

I smiled at him as I tried to picture each of his children; I was so much in thought that I very narrowly missed Carlisle's voice, again.

"Is it true that you have been put on the list for the Port Angeles adoption agency, Bella?"

"Yes, sir. ..Tess told me that my name had been put down seeing as I was still a child" I replied still with the thoughts of Carlisle's children in my mind.

"Yes...Well I should let you get some sleep, would you like me to come and check on you in the morning or would you prefer Dr Albertson to do it?" Carlisle asked as he stood up from the chair and placed it down in the corner of the room.

"You, please sir? If that is not too much trouble" I replied

Carlisle smiled again and shook his head "It's never any trouble, Bella" He walked over to the door, pulled it open and stood from outside of it to glance at me.

"One more thing..." He began

"Yes, sir" I answered a bit too eagerly

"Please call me Carlisle" He told me with a smile.

I smiled back "Okay, Carlisle" the door closed and I sighed a little before taking my diary out of my arms, a warm patch on my chest from where it had been all this time and placed it on the bedside table before standing up...Pulling the covers back and climbing in...Sleep once again taking over me.

A bit longer this time...:D!

Carlisle and Bella's P.O.V in next chapter

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