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BPOV

"Isabella? Isabella, can you hear me?"

I start at the use of my full name. I open my eyes slowly, my eyelids feel heavy and worn down. Blinking against the harsh lights in the room, I squint up at the nurse leaning over me. She is fussing over my sheets, pulling them up and tucking them tight.

I move my head with some difficulty to the left, where I can feel I am hooked up to something. Many somethings, actually. Monitors, tubes, the needle that tugs gently and sickening at my arm… I have to gulp and turn away.

I look back to the nurse. She seems nice enough. She is old and motherly, and she is frowning at me. "Did you sleep well enough?"

I croak out a yes ma'am. My throat feels like sandpaper and I feel as though I have slept for a lifetime. The corners of my eyes are sticky with sleep.

The nurse raises my bed so that I am sitting up more. I shift my weight uncomfortably with my belly in the way. My skin feels stretched so tight I feel I may snap. With no small degree of embarrassment I suspect that I have a catheter in. I am hooked up to machines and bags and all manner of things seemingly from every direction. My heart rate picks up.

The nurse notices and scolds me. "Isabella, please try to rest. The doctor will be in soon and you need to stay calm." I eye her from my position of weakness on the bed.

I know they have my best interests at heart here, I am in a hospital. But I feel like she knows, this woman, she knows that I am bad and she is judging me for it. My big swollen mass of a belly and no ring on my finger. My nakedness upon discovery. Clear evidence of being punished during my time… my time with Edward.

Edward.

"Do you know what happened to… to the man they found me with? His name is Edward."

The nurse purses her lips and tucks my blanket in tighter. "Never you mind now, Isabella. Focus on yourself and that baby. The doctor will be in soon."

I try not to panic. The nurse is right- I should not be concerned with Edward right now. My baby girl needs me more than I need him. But I begin to sweat and feel cold all over. I am trying my best not to cry when the nurse bustles out of my room. I am alone in here, alone in this sterile room with its watercolor of a beach mocking me on the wall. I don't want to look at a beach. I want to be back with Edward.

My throat catches. I want to be back with him. I want to go back to that place. I knew that was required of me there. There were rules, and there was Edward. I blink through tears down at the mound of my stomach under the blankets. It's just us now.

I think back to our… our rescue, I suppose I should think of it as. Edward was like a man possessed. He was snarling and fighting the men. I worry that they will keep him from me because of this. Edward is not dangerous but he is imposing. And they probably knew he had been punishing me from the way I looked. But he didn't want to do it, and it was mostly deserved!

I wonder if they found the voice. I wonder if he somehow got away. I wonder if they will ever tell me. Things are so often kept from me. Charlie did not tell me anything that did not directly pertain to my duties at the house. Edward kept things from me, like about the girls who were there before me.

I'm not stupid, and I know that things will not be easy for me now that I am away from the voice. He could find me. If they did not catch him, he could find me at any moment and take my baby girl…

I let my head fall back and stare at the ceiling. Made of speckled foamy-looking tiles, it has the beginnings of some water damage by the door. I begin to cry in earnest.

I did not even think before now, but the men who found me must have called Charlie. I was still a minor when I was taken. I don't know if my birthday has since passed, but I bet they'll call him if they haven't already and I bet he will come and he will be so so angry and he will make me give up my baby girl I just know it and

The door flies open, the nurse is back. She has some others with her and I give a little scream. Strangers here, all around me, one of the monitors is chirping furiously. I look down and I am bleeding, I've ripped out whatever they had in my arm. I'm bawling and weakly beating my fist against the chest of one of the men. He is holding me down; they're strapping me to my bed…

Terror fills me. He's holding me down, he's keeping me here, he's going to have his fucking way with me I know it, he's going to hurt me

He's going to tell Charlie, Charlie will be here soon and they will have told him what a useless whore I have been. Charlie will take my baby girl or worse he'll keep her and she'll live as I did, she'll scrub the floors til her hands are raw and weeping she'll have burns and scars and cuts and

They've given me something; I feel the foreign needle slide into my skin like ice. My struggling grows weaker and slower and the world I see grows dim and

I droop like a wilted flower.

I wake up again sometime later. There is a man sitting quietly beside my bed, legs crossed as he writes on a clipboard. He is a measured distance away from me, respectful but present. He has carefully cropped black hair and looks sharp in his glasses.

I watch him warily for a moment but soon give this up. I think it's my doctor and he is just writing notes. I rotate my wrists and stretch, in a limited way, limited by the restraints and my size. I feel calm down, but the calm comes with some help I think.

I am hooked back up to everything.

The doctor has a clip on ID badge, but I cannot read the name.

He looks up from his work and gives me a patient smile. "Hello Isabella, my name is Dr. Ben Cheney, and you can call me Dr. Ben. I've been looking after you since your rescue."

"Bella." My response surprised me, but I am trusting this slow moving man. He is quiet and calm and he is soothing me. "How is my baby?"

"Bella, okay." He smiles again. His teeth are so white and straight, they make him look more honest somehow. "Your babies are doing fine. I'm not sure how exactly, since of course there has been a lot of trauma and the circumstances you were under were not ideal for a pregnancy. But we have done an ultrasound, and everything looks normal. They are developing normally, which we are of course excited to see considering everything."

I think my heart skips a beat. He is speaking in the plural. "Unfortunately, due to your extreme emaciation and general poor health, you will not be leaving your bed until they are born. The remainder of the pregnancy needs to be as stress-free as possible if we are going to get you anywhere near full term. Thankfully,…"

He continues but I cannot seem to hear him anymore. I look down curiously at my belly. It is very big, but… I wonder at how often I felt movement. How many are there, I wonder? I thought I could be killed in the process of growing one little life, but more than one? I have never felt so parched for knowledge in my life.

I flash my eyes back up to Dr. Ben and lock in with his. I interrupt whatever he was saying, "How many are there? Are they girls? How far along am I?"

He grins easily and laughs. "Slow down Bella! You have twins. A girl and a boy. And as far as weeks, we had some difficulty determining that with the multiple pregnancy and your state. But my thought is that you are at 34 weeks. I would love to get you to 37, full term for twins, but I am being optimistic in asking for another week. That will leave you at early term but it can only be helped so much."

Two little babies.

My first thought is how much I would love to tell Edward.

"Bella, my main concern is your health. I am having some issues right now ensuring your ability to rest. There are members of the police and the press who would very much like to speak with you, but I have told them you will not be up to it anytime soon. We can discuss this more soon if you would like."

I have another question for him, and my face grows hot. I feel embarrassed to ask, but. "Dr. Ben… how old am I?"

He clears his throat and wipes briskly at his eyes. He smiles to reassure me again but it doesn't quite reach them. "You had your 19th birthday two weeks ago, Bella."

PS/AN: Woah! Did y'all see that coming? I didn't. Who has thoughts as to what is happening with Edward...