AN: Alright, I finally finished the chapter. Please review. I love reading them. If you've already reviewed, I'm sorry I didn't PM you, I've been busy. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

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When Edward said first thing in the morning, he really wasn't kidding. I was woken up at 9 o' clock sharp by cool vampire hands on my back, marble lips kissing my neck. "Time to get up, love." He whispered in my ear. I groaned but didn't argue with Edward, sleepily climbing from bed.

An hour later I was riding shotgun to the hospital, my knees shaking with anticipation. "Bella," Edward called wryly, even though he wasn't even two feet from me. "We're going to get a physical and registered as volunteers, not to get a heart transplant. You don't have to be so uptight."

My legs continued to bounce, even with his reassurances. "I don't like hospitals," I mumbled, looking out the window at the raindrops.

"I already told you, there will be no needles."

I took his reassurances with a grain of salt, aware that the last time he promised 'No Needles', I ended getting the flu shot.

Edward took my hand reassuringly as he sped into the hospital parking lot. "It's going to be fine, Bella." He reminded me sternly. "You're blowing this out of proportion."

I nodded, staring straight ahead at the windshield. Edward pulled into the parking lot and let go of my hand, only to appear outside my door not a second later.

"Hospital security cameras," I warned under my breath as I climbed from the Volvo.

Edward laughed. "Never been caught on tape. They think it's a glitch." I rolled my eyes. I was better at protecting his secret than he was sometimes.

As soon as we got through the doors, Carlisle made his way towards us. "Hello, Bella," He greeted brightly. "Good to see you this morning."

I smiled back. "Thanks for letting me volunteer here."

"Oh, its not problem, honey." Carlisle guided us through the lobby and into a waiting room where there was another doctor, male with brown hair and glasses, waiting with a clipboard. "Bella," Carlisle introduced. "This is Dr. Tiff. He'll be giving you a physical today while I check out Edward."

Edward squeezed my hand, before dropping it completely. "It'll see you in a few minutes, love." He tipped my face up to kiss me.

I watched my vampires walk away before turning to Dr. Tiff. He smiled genuine enough. "Hello, Bella." He said pleasantly. "How about we go to my office?"

I nodded and followed him down the hall, trailing slightly behind. "You're the Chief's daughter, correct?" He asked as I climbed onto the gurney. I sighed a little. Every new member of this town always had a knack of identifying me by my father.

"Yes, I am." I said, trying to control my annoyance.

The doctor hesitated, looking at his notes. "Is Swan a common last name?"

I was taken back by the odd question. "Um, I don't know, really."

Dr. Tiff nodded, apparently dropping the subject. For the rest of the exam, everything else was basically standard. I was weighed and measured and asked questions and they did check if I needed any new shots-I would give Edward an earful later.

It wasn't until the end that the appointment got weird again. Right as he was helping me down from the gurney, he gasped. "What is that?" He asked, holding my arm up to reveal a deep scar right above my ribcage. I realized in my haste and tired state this morning, I had put on a tank top that Alice bought me, low enough on the sides that one scar was visible.

I quickly recoiled from the doctor, yanking my arm out of his grip a little too fast. "When I was sixteen, I turned the wrong way while dinner was being made and was cut by a knife." I blurted out before I could think.

It was close enough to the cover story I'd already given to the few doctors I'd seen. It was close enough to the true story.

Dr. Tiff looked alarmed by it. "Can I look?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I've seen several doctors. They all say it just going to be sensitive for a long time." I quickly said, covering my tracks.

It wasn't a lie and that's the only reason I could say it convincingly enough. He obviously bought it too because he nodded and then handed me a clipboard. "I've got another patient waiting but if you could, please fill out your background information," He pointed to the clipboard.

I nodded, still nervous and wanting to leave. "Alright," I agreed, edging towards the door.

He dismissed me and I was out that office and down the hall as fast as I could with drawing attention. Once I got into the waiting room, I let myself breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing Edward wasn't done yet, I sat down in a vacant chair and looked at the clipboard, studying the questions.

Date of Birth. Pretty standard question. Not much to do with my background though.

Number of siblings. Once again, standard but off topic.

Sexually Active? Okay, now that was just personal. I was tempted to write, I wish.

Anxiety? Depression? How much do I need to qualify for that? I quickly decided to just write down no.

Relationship with parents? How is that relevant to my volunteering? Did everyone who helped out here have to do this paper?

Criminal record? I could easily answer that one.

Mental disorders in the family? I didn't know that one off the top of my head. Instead though, I denied it.

My mother was crazy enough, but I wasn't going to advertise that.

The rest of the questions were basically the same. I wrote down generic answers before giving it to the receptionist and waiting for Edward.

He was longer than I would have thought, given that Carlisle and him were vampires.

As soon as he was out though, I threw myself into his arms. "Someone's happy to see me," Edward chuckled, kissing my hair.

"Someone took forever."

Edward laughed. "Carlisle got caught up with another patient. I couldn't resist observing." He explained, his eyes bright with excitement.

The joy on his face made me wish that he could follow in his father's footsteps and become a doctor. He'd be so good working with people.

I touched the corner of his mouth that was upwards in a grin. He loved the medical field. I tried to remind myself that it was his age that kept him from pursing medical practice, not me.

Carlisle appeared not too long after we broke apart. He finished filling out Edward's paperwork before turning to us. "Would you guys like a tour?" Carlisle spoke only to me. Edward knew the hospital like the back of his hand.

I should too, honestly, as much as I come here. "Sure," I accepted brightly.

Carlisle led the way down the halls, through corridors I'd never noticed before. I was surprised. I was at hospitals so often, especially since coming to Forks, that I thought I knew everywhere they led.

He led us down a back hallway, until we reached an elevator. "This leads to the psychiatric ward," Edward explained before I could ask.

Carlisle swiftly pushed the button and the elevator shot down a few levels. I remembered my phobia of elevators when I was younger. Then again, I think I had a phobia of everything when I was younger. And I mean everything.

I gripped Edward's hand tighter when we stepped off the elevator and into a different hallway. Carlisle continued to point to doors and explain where the led and what they contained.

I noticed down one hallway, there were lines of doors with whiteboard-like name plates. "Those are for the in-patient rooms." Edward whispered to me, obviously catching my staring.

I nodded but didn't comment back. Truth is, the rooms creeped me out a bit. Edward squeezed my hand lightly, trying to reassure me for some reason.

Maybe it was a little dense of me, but I didn't know Carlisle had so many friends. Of course, it was a no brainer. He was charming and kind. Yet, I still couldn't help being surprised by the fact that he had so many people to talk to.

As we continued to walk down the off white walled hallways, another man that I immediately recognized as a doctor came walking from the other direction. "Hello, Carlisle." He greeted warmly.

Carlisle smiled back, "Good morning, Dr. Snow."

"What brings you around on your day off?" Dr. Snow asked, checking his clipboard.

"My son, Edward and his girlfriend, Bella will be volunteering here for a few weeks." Carlisle motioned towards us.

I smiled shyly at the doctor as Edward stiffened. I instantly looked up at him, curiously, but his face was suddenly controlled. As the doctors continued to talk, Edward lost concentration and went completely still for a little too long to appear human had anyone else been watching.

When Edward finally turned to look at me, his face was different. Calculating, almost.

Before I could press him for whatever just happened, Dr. Snow interrupted us. "So will you two be interacting with the patients?" He asked.

Carlisle answered for us. "Yes, they both are very excited."

"Oh, that reminds me!" Dr. Snow suddenly burst. "I almost forgot. I need to ask you if you can take over a patient for me."

Carlisle looked taken back. "Yes, of course I can, but if you don't mind my asking, why?"

"Since Dr. Short-Miller left for maturity leave, we've been on overflow on taking over her patients and I have a few too many." Dr. Snow admitted, sheepishly.

Carlisle smiled, motioning towards Dr. Snow's clipboard. "May I see their file?"

"She's right in the activities room around the corner. Why don't you go see her yourself?" He pointed.

Edward towed me by the hand down the hall, following Carlisle to the activities room. "Edward," I tugged on his hand that was holding mine. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer but continued to pull me with him.

Carlisle walked ahead of us into the room, looking around. The room was crowded with tables and chairs and couches. There was a ping pong table and a TV playing a movie. Honestly, it didn't look like a mental institution; it looked like a room designed for pre-teens.

Dr. Snow quickly pointed out to Carlisle the couch in the corner of the room, next to almost nothing else. There, a girl with chestnut brown hair and faded tan skin sat. She had her hair pulled back by a headband and not a scratch of make up on her face. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, her eyes completely dead, staring off into space.

And in that moment I realized it was my sister.

"Rain?"

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