DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER OWN TWILIGHT, ITS CHARACTERS, OR IT SEEMINGLY MAGICAL CONTENT. THEY ALL BELONG TO A WONDERFUL WOMAN Stephanie Meyers AND LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS NOT HER

Chapter 5: Untitled

JPOV

~. ~ Before the Hospital ~. ~

"Alright Jasper you are all checked out. Make sure not to eat too much or too little, and for the time being stay warm. I will do a more thorough check up at my clinic in about a week and will also check up on you every month. Sounds alright with you?" Dr. Gerandy said as he packed his bags and threw me back my shirt.

All I did was nod and stare at him and my surroundings. I was looking for a quick exit but did not seem to find any. Every available exit was being covered by the security. Who needs all this security? Is she the President's daughter or something?

I was feeling trapped in this spacious apartment. I don't think this place can even count as an apartment. It's more like a miniature house. You would think since she was a rich girl a lot of her colors would be white, cream, or beige but that is not the case here. This apartment has a lot of warm colors and a homey feel to it, but it is also classy and elegant. It looks like how I would have decorated my own home.

I miss home. I miss my sister, Emmett, my old life, I miss the hustle and bustle of being the almost CEO of a multi-billion dollar enterprise, and hell I even miss my father. I never thought that my life would have turned out like this. I never would have thought that I would have turned into a homeless man. All this thinking about the past and what could have been made my head spin and hurt.

"How do you feel right now Jasper?"

"I feel fine. Just a little dizzy and nauseous." I replied lowly.

Dr. Gerandy looked to be in deep thought, "You may be hungry or your body might be exhausted. Take a seat."

Before I could try to take a step towards the sofa, the room started to spin.

~. ~ At the Hospital ~. ~

I woke up to the sound of beeping.

What is that beeping going on?

Where am I?

I tried to open my eyes to see where I was, but it felt like I had no control over the function of them anymore. As I started to panic at the fact that I couldn't get my eyes open the beeping next to my head got louder and faster.

Is that a heart monitor?

Why am I hooked up to a heart monitor?

I tried to remember how I ended up in a hospital but all that came to mind was being very hot like I was on fire.

Did I burn in a fire? Is that what's wrong me? I'm a fire victim?

Did they put gauze over my eyes? Is that why they won't open and I can't see?

Why don't know what's wrong with me?

I can't move my hands, I can't open my eyes, and I can't do anything.

During my frustration the beeping next my head gets even louder and faster. I felt someone next the bed shift. They reached their hand out to touch my hand.

"Jasper calm down", a low voice said.

Is that a girl? Why is there a girl here? Is that Rose? Please don't be Rose I don't want her to see me this way. I don't want her to look at me with pity and shame. Every day I ask myself; why I didn't just stay with Rose and Emmett. I didn't want them to have to worry about me and then worry about a baby and how they were going to take care of a baby and run a company at the same time. That's too much stress and the last thing Rose needed in her life was stress.

"Jasper…calm down. Ssshhh…" she shushed trying to calm me.

Eyes please open. I need to see this girl; I need to know who she is.

The entire time I was panicking, she never stopped trying to soothe me. After a while, and some really deep concentration, I was finally able to open my eyes. The sight that greeted me was too great. I had to close them and open them again just to make sure what I saw in front of me was not a dream. I had to make sure this wasn't my mind playing a sick joke on me.

The girl in front of me couldn't even be called a girl, a lady, or a woman. She was more an angel than anything. Was this an angel sent to help me out of the hell that has become my life? Oddly enough though, she seemed familiar. It was like I have seen her before this day, this hour, this minute, these seconds, and this place.

Finally building up the courage to speak, I spoke, "Who are you?" I croaked out. My throat and lips dry from, I think, under use.

"Here" she passed me a cup full of ice chips. "The doctor said to just suck on these for a while." And just as I was about to take a bite she spoke again," Don't bite it, just roll it around your mouth and tongue until it melts."

Silence filled the room and it was a suffocated silence. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. The only sound in the room was the almost steady beeping of the monitor hooked up to my heart.

"Who are you" I repeated the question I ask earlier that she never answered.

"Bella Swan. I am the person that saved your life… more than once in fact."

I stared into her dark, molten, chocolate brown eyes, stared at her beautiful, pale, heart shaped face, and knew that this was the woman that feed me, clothed me, made sure I was warm, and invited me into her home after a cold rainy spring day.

I took a deep breath," You're the lady that's been… helping me… these…p-past... few months." I said. It's not even a question. I know that this is the lady who has been helping me survive. I think without her help I would have died a long time ago.

I open my mouth, after another long silence had filled the room, to ask the question that has plagued my mind since the day, "Why?"

She looked up from her phone shocked that I had spoken, "Excuse me?"

"Why?" I repeated

"Why what?" she asked as she tilted her head in a questioning manner.

"Why did you help me? Why are you still helping? You could have left me on the sidewalk but no you didn't. I want to know why."

She took a deep sigh and shifted in her seat so that her back was straight and her head was held high. Her stance oozed power and authority, it would have made anyone cringe back in fear that something bad would happen to them if they didn't. I'm not one of those people. I used to do that stance. I could make even the biggest, most bad man or woman shrink to the size of an ant in fear. "To be completely honest with you I don't even know the answer to that. I saw you on side of my building and next thing I know I'm giving you my thermal blanket and my father's $6,000 winter coat." She lets out a laugh of disbelief, "And then I let you into my house not knowing if you're a serial killer, a rapist, or something. I called doctors, and clothed you, made you food, made up a story for you at the hospital. I still don't know even after all the things I've done; I still don't know why I care."

I let what she said stew in my mind for a bit.

Why would a person like her help a person like me?

I have no answer.

"When can I leave this hospital?"

"You can leave as soon as the doctor gives the okay." She said in a blank voice not looking up from her cell phone.

"What are going to do with me once I leave?"

"I don't know." She said once again in a blank and bored tone. "I think you better rest up. You've seemed tired these past few days."

"Wait… how long have I been here asleep?" I asked afraid of the answer.

"Oh not too long just three days." She said monotonously.

Three days! I've asleep for three days?

"Have you been here the entire three days?"

"No I left to wash up and eat."

"Oh."

After that silence filled the room and I was able to sleep.

Sleeping has never been easy. Ever since I was little I had a hard time sleeping alone. Memories of my mother and father fighting, or my father with every woman that wasn't my mother, my mother drinking a bottle of tequila or whiskey every hour to drown the pain that my father caused, and my mother's death that was ruled an accident but I knew better even back then. So I have no idea how I was able to sleep for three days straight without waking up. Maybe it was the hospital medicine or maybe I was really tired. I didn't want to know what finally made me sleep; I was just glad I went to sleep…finally.

BPOV

"When can I leave this hospital?"

"You can leave as soon as the doctor gives the okay." I hope I said in a blank voice not looking up from my cell phone.

"What are going to do with me once I leave?"

"I don't know." I said once again in a blank and bored tone. "I think you better rest up. You've seemed tired these past few days."

"Wait… how long have I been here asleep?" he asked in a shaky voice. Like he was afraid of the answer.

"Oh not too long just three days." I said monotonously.

Three days! I've asleep for three days?

"Have you been here the entire three days?"

"No I left to wash up and eat." I lied. I never left this spot. I only left to use the restroom. I had them bring me food and water and I showered in the bathroom connecting to the room. I stayed by your side this entire time. Every whimper of pain or fear I was here to hear and make go away. I held your hand as you fought your fever in the middle of the night. Why I did all of this, I don't know but I felt like I had to.

"Oh." He said disappointedly.

You don't need to know the truth. It's better to lie than to try and explain the truth to you. So I'm sorry for the lies I've told you and the ones I will tell you in the future. It's for both of our own goods.

As he lulled himself to sleep, I got a call from the devil in human form; my mother.

I answered on the first ring so I won't have to hear her mouth as she chastised me for being so slow. I walk out of the room with one last look at Jasper.

"Why, hello mother. Nice to see you have called me."

"Isabella Marie Swan where were you two days ago? I told you that you had a date with Riley Biers at your father's hotel. He said he waited for you for 2 hours and you never showed. You didn't even call him to tell him anything. I will ask once again, where the hell were you?"

Oh shit.

"Well Mother you see something more important popped up. I will meet with the Biers boy some other time. My friends are more important than being set up on another horrible date set by you. I know that is rude Mother, and I can't really find it in me to care, but something's are far more important than you trying to get grandkids just because you found some goddamn wrinkles by your eyes. I'm getting wrinkles too Mother, did you know that? Want to know the cause of my wrinkles? I actually work Mother; I actually have a right to be stressed. You are also the reason I'm getting wrinkles. Your constant nagging, pleading, asking, and everything in between about grandchildren irks and piss me off. If you wanted grandchildren you should have had another child to get them from because you won't be getting any from me anytime soon. If all you are going to call me about is meeting these little, pompous, rich, snotty, ungrateful, slimy, unworthy of my attention boys and grandchildren, then I grandly suggest you delete my contact from your phone. If you want to call me and ask me questions that mothers are supposed to ask their daughters than I will be more than happy to pick up the phone. If you want anything other than that, then set an appointment with my P.A. if you wish to speak and see me."

There was silence coming from my mother's end. That is until I heard a sniffle from the other end.

Oh she is trying to guilt trip me.

"Well I'm sorry for worrying about your future. I am so very sorry for wanting you to have a family and be happy in your life. I am sorry for being a mother! I'm so sorry if me being your mother pisses you off or irks you or annoys you. I'm sorry for loving you!" she cried into the receiver. She clicked off the phone before I could reply to her very dramatic show of emotion.

As I stared at my phone I started to feel bad for talking to my mother that way. I love her very much but ever since I turned 21 she's been on me like a dog on a bone about children and marriage. I didn't want to get married right now. I didn't want children right now. I wanted to work at the company and help build it up even more than it is right now. I'm one of the youngest, most successful female executives in the world right now. I don't have time for being a wife and mother; I'm in my prime right now. I need to focus on my career and that is exactly what I'm doing and what I plan to continue doing.

I put my phone back in my purse and turned around to go back into Jasper's room when I ran right in to Dr. Marshall.

"Oh Miss. Sawyer I was just about to come contact you. Has Mr. Jasper woken up yet?"

"Yes sir he woke up over an hour ago. He was a little disorientated at first but then he was right back on track. I told him to rest up."

"As soon as he wakes up again, ring for me so that I can check him up so that we can decide to discharge him." Dr. Marshall said sternly.

"Yes sir. I will make sure to do that."

He gave me a brief head nod before going back down the corridor.

I slowly turned back towards the door to Jasper's room. I slowly twisted the door knob and just as I was about to open the door my phone rung.

I looked at the caller I.D. I saw that it was Demitri calling me. I slide the answer call slot.

"Give me what you have?"

"Well my darling Miss Swan I found, believe it or not, several Jaspers. There was even a Jasper in the Civil War, he was a Confederate. Ha! Anyway there are about 98 and a half Jaspers."

"98 and a half, why are there 98 and a half?"

"Yeah a baby Jasper was just born two days ago at a Veterans Memorial in Houston, Texas. Probably related to that Confederate Jasper."

"Demitri get on with it."

"Ok. Well there are 24 Jaspers in California, 12 in Arizona, 2 in Florida, 34 in New York, 15 in Europe, 4 and a half in Texas, 3 in Mexico, and 4 in Canada."

"I don't know where he's from so narrow it down. Jasper is in his twenties, blonde hair, bluish gray eyes, and a little over six feet."

"Aw so that narrows out baby Jasper, he was growing on me."

"Call me back when you have more information." I hung up the phone without waiting for him to reply back to me.

I finally walked back into Jasper's room and see him still sleeping only not as peacefully as he was when he went to sleep. There were whimpers of pain coming from him and he was slowly moving his head back and forth, and his face was scrunched up in emotional pain.

I quickly rush over to his hospital mattress and started softly stroking his hand, I would shush him and stroke his sweat matted hair. I would whisper sweet nothing in his ears.

"Jasper, sshh everything will be alright. I got you and I'm going anywhere. Come back to Jasper. Come back to me. It's not real, it's just a dream." After repeating this for 8 minutes he finally calmed down and started to sleep more peacefully.

Looking at him brings back the memories of my nightmares and the feeling of knowing that you can get out of it but your body chooses not to. You're trapped in your own body and it's no longer just the dream scaring you but also yourself.

Rid yourself of those thoughts before they consume you… again.

I feel asleep that day gripping Jasper's hand, for both our sakes. Jasper's so that the nightmares won't come back. And myself… I needed to feel close to someone and feel someway safe and comforted.

The next morning Jasper was awake and eating. I was shocked to see that he still held on to my hand.

"Morning." I said groggily as I, reluctantly let go of Jasper's warm hand, and stretched the stiffness out of my body.

"Good mornin'" he said. He gave me a slight smile. There was something in the way that he said it that made me pause.

I looked up at him curiously, "Hey, that's not the accent of a New Yorker."

"That's because I'm not. A New Yorker that is."

"Really? Where are you from then?"

He was hesitant at first to answer the question, "I'm from the south. When I was born my father moved us from Texas to New York. He said it would be better to do business in New York than in Texas."

Texas. He's from Texas, so that means he's one out of four people.

"Jasper… what did you say your last name was? I have to tell the doctor your last name." I easily lied. I needed to narrow this list of people down to nothing but one name.

"It's Whitlock."

"That's kind of a weird last name."

"Yeah… it's one of a kind."

I took a deep breath and looked everywhere but at Jasper.

"Jasper I have to go and call my mother, I'll be right back. You'll be fine without me?"

He nodded in response.

I quickly got out of my seat and rushed to the door. I quickly dialed Demitri's number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Miss Swan how may I be of service to you today?" he smoothly answered the phone. "You know that offer about you having the best night of your life is still and forever will be on the table?"

I gave a scoff of disgust, "No Demitri that is not why I called. I called bec-"

"Aw that's too bad. I really wanted to spend the day making you feel all kinds of things." Demitri said interrupting me.

I sigh and get straight to the point, "I got a last name and where he's from."

"Really? What is it?"

"He's from Texas and his last name is Whitlock."

"Whitlock? That is such a weird and unusual name. It won't be hard to find him with a name like that. I'll call you tomorrow with the details on Mr. Whitlock. Bye now" he hung up in my face.

I looked towards the window that showed Jasper lying in his room looking at the ceiling. He seemed to be in deep thought about something troublesome.

By tomorrow afternoon I will know everything about you Jasper Whitlock. Just you wait.

A/N: Hello I know this chapter and my other stories are long overdue. I've been having personal problems and I kind of lost faith in all my stories but I gained that faith back. I will finish this story even if it takes me 5 years. I'm sorry for being so late with updates.

I will update again when I can, but there are no guarantees that it will be soon.

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