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" My name is Guenevere."

Carlisle did not make a sound of recognition or discovery. If she had not known better, Gwen would have thought that he already knew.

" We will probably take the feeding tube out. However, you still are not quite stable…"

" Oh, more tubes?"

" I am afraid so."

" These will go into my wrist, right?"

Carlisle looked up from the papers he was examining.

" Yes. I do believe they will."

" My dad was a doctor." Guenevere realized. " I used to ask him about those things all the time."

He set the papers down on a desk and placed a cold hand on her wrist. His buttery eyes watched her steadily as he chose his next words carefully.

" How much do you remember?" Guenevere looked at him with a puzzled expression on her freckled face.

" Not much at all. I do remember it hurt." She winced at the sudden memory of fire.

" Something also found me. What was in those woods?"

Carlisle sighed and smiled slightly.

" I think it is better you not remember. Your brain probably shut it out for a reason, and often it does that because…" His medical babble continued as he left her side. Guenevere watched him suspiciously as he checked up on Bella.

She was used to this babble from her dad. Whenever Joe Gordon was nervous, unceasing doc-talk irrupted from his lips.

Gwen focused on the memory of his face and began trying to remember random facts about her father. She began to uncover distant memories of him, her three sisters, and her mother. She even remembered how her oldest sister called her " ditz-ditz".

" Carlisle." Guenevere said when Carlisle made for the door.

" Is there anything wrong with telling me where I am? Or at least what my injuries are?" He stopped in the doorway and looked at her with exhausted expression on his perfect features.

" Well, you lost very much blood. Your spine was pushed out of place, and the nerves in your legs are damaged."

" Will I be able to walk?" Came the immediate response.

" Not yet. Perhaps in time, and with assistance."

She moved her hands across the creases on her sheet and realized the weakness. Of course she wouldn't be able to walk.

" Wait, Carlisle." She called one last time.

" You found me in the woods. Is there anything wrong with telling me where I am?" Gwen gave her best " puppy dog" expression in hopes of winning him over. Carlisle deliberated a moment before answering shortly.

" You are in Forks Washington."

No recognition, no flashback, nothing.

Guenevere had always been the more happy-go-lucky girl, but she was becoming very frustrated. Why wouldn't this insanely attractive, obnoxious doctor tell her what she needed?

" Edward will be up shortly." He informed Bella, and then left without another word.

She soon met Edward Cullen. (Who was apparently Bella's husband. Guenevere tried to call her Mrs. Cullen, but she insisted on Bella.) Saying that he was "a bit down" is an understatement. Gwen had never seen a man who looked so hopeless and tortured. She watched him sit at Bella's feet for hours without moving a muscle. Bella would place a sallow hand on his cheek with pleading evidence on her face.

This guy had to be Carlisle's son.

Edward's skin was the exact same shade of white that Carlisle's was. His eyes were the same molten gold that his father's was. Both had dark circles underneath their eyes, and looked hopeless in stature. It showed Gwen just how sick Bella was. She once questioned Bella why she and the baby were so ill.

" The baby has a South American disease." The word baby was crooned.

" It makes him get bigger then he is supposed to, while in the womb." Guenevere had been watching Bella carefully, and it would have been obvious to a blind man that she was lying. She had swallowed mid-sentence, and her lips moistened themselves for support.

" Quit lying. Tell me what's really going on." Bella had begun to get used to Gwen's uprightness, and had only laughed infuriatingly at her inquisition.

" That is what's going on."

" Humph."

She also got used to the rest of the Cullen family, (Alice-who was tiny and helped manage Gwen's hair; Rosalie- who was blond and gorgeous, and was around ALL the time. She entered the room moments after Carlisle left; Emmett-who was extremely muscular; and Esme, who was like a mother to Gwen; Anyway, they were all pale and beautiful. Maybe Carlisle and Esme were brother and sister…?) and Jacob.

Jake was a six foot six Indian muscle man. Wasn't the most friendly guy on Earth, but he was the only one who gave her answers.

" Why won't they take me to a regular hospital?" Jake had been holding a shivering Bella while she fitfully slept.

" You know too much. Carlisle says you still have nightmares." It was true. Gwen still had horrific nightmares when she closed her eyes at night. Much to her annoyance, (and gratitude at times.) she never could remember what she dreamed. Carlisle was right when he said that her brain had blocked out the memory.

According to Bella, Jacob wasn't related to the Cullens at all. " He is just a close friend of mine." From the way that Jacob watched Bella, he was more then a friend.

" Age?" Carlisle asked. He had a clipboard posed between his hands.

" Just turned fifteen…I think."

" Good. Full name?"

" Guenevere Mary Gordon."

" Siblings?"

" Fiona, Claire, and Rachel."

" Excellent. Favorite color?"

" Ugh, Carlisle!" Gwen groaned and leaned back on her pillow. " I know all of this stuff! I just can't remember what happened before you found me!"

" Gwen…"

" I know, I know. When I was four, my favorite color was pink. Somewhere along the line it changed to purple and stayed there. Anything else?"

" No that's it for the day. Well done!"

" Mm-hmm!"

Carlisle turned his head moments before the door opened. Gwen sat up under her covers as Edward carried Bella in.

" Food is here!" Bella said with a grin.

" Good solid food?"

" It looks like it!"

A young male voice echoed from the hallway to the white room.

" Mashed potatoes with Jell-O!"

Guenevere grinned while a shirtless teenage boy walked into the room. She automatically guessed he was Seth, because of the Indian tone to his skin.

She only got a glimpse of him before shock covered his face.

He wasn't as tall or bulky as Jacob. In fact, he was a little more on the scrawny side. Though, it was still hard to believe he was only fifteen.

Seth clutched a tray of food without moving. He stared at her with uncomprehending wide eyes. The severity of his gaze made her feel uncomfortable, and she turned to Bella questioningly.

Bella just watched Seth in surprise.

" Gwen." He murmured once.

This whole town was crazy.