I haven't done a lot of research for this chapter, so if I have written something that wasn't quite true, I apologize. You can correct me, I won't mind. On the contrary.

SM owns it all.

The mistakes are mine.

CHAPTER 4

I heard some strange noise, beeping constantly, making me annoyed. I tried to stretch my hand, get up so I can turn down that god awful sound that was making my ears bleed, but all I felt was pain, and ache.

"Lay down, you'll hurt yourself."

I groaned from pain and annoyance. "You again! What are you doing here?! And why am I in a hospital?"

"You got beaten up, luckily, I got there in enough of time to scare those assholes and bring you to the hospital."

"Well, I'm certainly glad that my new stalker is also a knight in shining armor."

"You should be grateful I saved your life...instead of acting all pissed off. And I'm not a stalker, nor have I ever been..." Anger was overshadowing his handsome, polite face, but his eyes were full of sadness.

He was right. If he hadn't gotten there in time and brought me here, I would've been lying in a puddle of my own blood somewhere. Maybe even dead.

"Thank you," I whispered, forcing myself not to sound ungrateful.

"You're welcome." The corner of his lips lifted just a tiny bit.

"So, do you know why would someone want to...hurt you?"

"I have a fairly good guess. A wife of a client of mine found out that her husband was spending a lot of his time in a club, flirting with me, so one day she came to my dressing room, where she threatened me with all kinds of things if I don't stop seeing his husband. I easily agreed, but couldn't really banned Alistair from coming to the strip club. I don't own it, I just work there. I guess her threats came true. She wasn't bluffing, that's for sure."

"Why didn't you tell this to the police? Or to anyone else?"

"Yeah, sure. As soon as they would realize I was a hooker, they would probably find some reason to blame me. A reason that all of it was my fault."

His voice was serious, his jaw clenched. "You. Are not. A hooker."

My smile was bitter. "Aren't I? It's not really a rocket science what I do. I'm selling my pride and my body for money."

He shook his head, stubborn. "That's not who you are. I know you. You are care taker. A beautiful caring person on the inside and outside."

"I think you got it wrong buddy. The person you are describing is nothing like me."

"I don't believe that."Edward all but whispered.

He was about to say something else but was cut off by the doctor.

"Oh, come in doctor. So, what's the diagnose?"

"Well, it seems like she was beaten up pretty hard." Removing his eyes from Edward, he focused his brilliant blue eyes on me. " Might I ask how that happened?"

"I fell down the stairs." My voice was firm and casual. Don't think I fooled him, though.

"Right. So," the doctor continued," it seems that you have bruised a few ribs, severely, and your right hand is broken, so you'd have to wear a cast, and stay at the hospital, at least until you start to heal properly."

"I can't...I don't have any health insurance, nor enough money to..."

"I'll take care of her." Edward interjected.

"You sure?" doctor asked.

Edward gave a firm nod.

"You sure have a great husband here Mrs..." his eyes went to the chart. "Cullen."

I looked at Edward, waiting for some kind of explanation, but he wouldn't even meet my eyes. There was a small smirk on his face though. Figures. He might won a battle for now,but not the war.

"I still have some questions to ask Doc, but can we do that outside please?" Edward asked.

"Of course."

"I'll be right back." And with that, he quietly shut the door.

EPOV

"So, how long will it take for her to completely heal?"

"Well, her face had been beaten up,some bruises forming around her eyes but thankfully none of it is broken- except her arm which will have to stay in the cast up to six weeks- but all depends on her recovery. For her ribs though, it's also not quite easy to say, since luckily they are just bruised,but I would say few weeks as well. In her situation, you will have to help her as much as you can. Also, I'll have to prescribe her some pain medication for her to take."

I nodded. "No problem."

"Do you have any other question?"

"Well, there is this problem...see, she was in an accident, and well, now she has no memories of her previous life..."

"When did that happen?" Doc asked, interrupting me.

"Three years ago."

" , have you helped her to regain those memories?"

"No...I just found her a couple of days ago." My voice sounded sad and even a bit desperate.

"I see. It's no wonder she doesn't remember you. Can I assume that you actually don't live here? In this town?"

"Yes. I mean no, I don't live here."

"I see. Well, my assumption would be that her new memories overshadowed her old ones. She made a new life here, new memories, and now that you're here, she's rebelling against you and those memories which for some unknown reason, she just doesn't want to remember them. What you need to do is talk about them daily, show her some evidence; such as pictures etc."

"Okay. So how long will it take for her to regain them?"

"Honestly, I don't know," the doc answered honestly. "The human brain is a mystery to us all. We still can't really say what triggers the memories of a human mind, good or bad, but they do eventually remember them. Some individuals just need more time than others. If nothing else works in a couple of weeks, I would suggest hypnosis. Oh, and the most important thing, is not to pressure the person. She will remember it all in her own time.

"Thanks doc." I said, shaking his hand.

"No problem. Just doing my job. If you have any other question, don't hesitate to ask."

"I won't."

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