Alright, so FF is acting really silly about this story. I deleted it and I'm going to repost it. If for some reason you cannot access the new chapters I post, then please go to Archive of Our Own. Go to my account there, my username is DitzyDoozle. Right now I mostly have women of the otherworld fanfiction, but I'll be posting this story over there. Hopefully FF gets it straight. I've emailed the support team, so fingers crossed.

Chapter One

I was nervous, to say the least, as I put my black scrubs on. My hand continuously twitched as if it wanted to pick up my cellphone and quit.

Of course, that would be very unprofessional, and as a very new nurse, that wouldn't look good on my resume. And I needed a perfect resume. Working here for a year would get me all of the experience I'd need to fast track my career towards the intensive care unit, and then practitioner with her own medical practice.

That was the goal. A nurse practitioner. It's been something I had wanted to do since I was small and discovered the interesting field of nursing. And after years of research, I had finally discovered this was the best way to fast tracking that dream.

I got an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I hopped on the Subway and headed down to Brooklyn. The part of Brooklyn I was going to was already a rough place but compared to where I'll be working for nine hours, it was a cake walk.

As soon as I got off the train, I spotted several homeless people sleeping against the wall of a subway on flattened cardboard boxes. There were also a few people wandering about, but it was quiet. Of course, it was about five in the morning, I'm sure all of these people had just finished partying.

It was only a fifteen-minute walk to the prison from the subway. I planned to walk there in the morning and catch a ride back to the subway at night. I had already met the doctor and he offered to drive me. I was fine walking both times of day, so I politely, yet firmly, refused his offer.

When I walked into the prison, I was immediately put through the security process. I walked through a metal detector, then a body scanner, then was patted down by a female guard, and finally, I was able to go to the medical unit.

I never saw the actual area where the prisoners were held, so it was actually pretty calm. When I walked into the medical unit, Dr. Snow was already there, setting up. I immediately put on my best smile and walked in confidently.

"Hello, Bella," He said when he heard me walk through the door. He turned and greeted me with a smile. "It's nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you too, Dr. Snow," I said, putting my bag down. "So, how are things?"

"Well, last night there was a— what do they call it here? A shanking? Our patient was stabbed pretty badly. He's in the other room. Don't worry though, he's heavily medicated. He can barely get up. The night team sewed him up and now he's just healing before he goes back."

"Oh," I said, the color draining from my face. "I didn't think there'd be a stabbing my first day, but I guess this is the best way to get into it."

He chuckled, "I know. But in the last few weeks, there've been a few more patients than usual."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"I think it has something to do with Mr. Cullen joining our facility."

"Is Mr. Cullen violent?" I asked, my nerves starting to bubble up again.

"Not that we know of. But he sure seems to be there when all of these 'accidents' happen." He said, quoting the word accident.

"Can't they look back at the videos or something? Put him in the hole, or whatever."

"Well, that's the strange thing. The cameras never seem to work when stuff like this happens. And the guards never see anything. I think Mr. Cullen is paying them off."

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"It is, but you know the saying, when money talks."

"Shouldn't you report this? It's kind of a big deal."

He shrugged, "It's a he-said she-said case. This is all speculation. And with the limited P.O.'s we have right now, the warden isn't going to just start firing people without significant cause. Plus, I'm not going to put my career on the line. The Cullen's have a big reputation in New York and I'd rather not mess around with them."

"D-does Mr. Cullen come to the infirmary a lot?" I asked. My tone shaky.

"I haven't seen him so far," He said, "Now, let's get started. I'll show you around the medical center."

He took me on the short tour of the medical center. There really wasn't too much to see. There was the main office area, where the computer was. This main office resembled a breakroom. There was a mini fridge, a microwave, and a wall of counters and cabinets. Plus a small round table with three chairs around it. Through the glass doors on the other side of the room, I could see several hospital beds lined up against the wall beside heart monitors and IV hooks. I assumed this was where the inmates who suffered from major injuries stayed to recover.

One of the beds was already occupied by an inmate, who I was assuming was the one who got shanked last night. I got a little bit of a chill when he lifted his head and smiled, meeting my eyes.

"You need your pass to get in and out of this room. The door automatically locks behind you." Dr. Snow said when he noticed my shudder. He gave me a little demonstration by pressing his I.D. card against the reader. The door clicked and we were able to walk through it.

"And that's about it," He said, "Everything else runs pretty much like a hospital. Except if the injury is very severe, we just keep the inmate alive until an ambulance can get here and transport them to a hospital."

"What counts as a very severe injury?"

"Uh, lemme think about that," He said, "Well, I guess if someone's appendix bursts, or if there's some sort of internal bleeding. A heartattack. But we can handle things such as stabbings, poisonings, and so on. It is very rare we ever call an ambulance."

I nodded, "Okay. Sounds good."

He took me over to my computer and showed me how to log in. After a little tour on the computer, he gave me the task of logging the information in from last night's stabbing so I could get used to logging information into the system.

A couple hours later, a man in. I immediately recognized him as the warden. I jumped to my feet and put on my best smile.

"Well hello, Mr. Greene." Dr. Snow said as he stood, "This is our newest nurse, Bella. Bella this is the warden. Mr. Greene."

I extended my hand, "It's nice to meet you."

He took it and smiled, "Nice to meet you too. I hope you last longer than the last nurse."

I chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah."

He turned to Dr. Snow, "We need to discuss some things immediately. Come down to my office."

"I'll be right there."

"Do you want me to wait for you to pass out meds?" I asked. Looking at the large tray of medication I had just separated into tiny cups.

"Oh, shoot," He said, "We're not supposed to skip medication times. Uh, do you think you could handle it? You just go down to the P.O.'s office and they'll help you. They know who gets medication and who doesn't."

"Uh, okay," I said as I stacked the two trays.

"Just watch them swallow the pills and have them open their mouths to show that they took them. You don't have to put your finger into their mouths, but make sure you ask them to lift their tongues."

"O-okay." I said.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. You got this," He said, patting my back.

We both walked out of the room but went in separate hallways. This tray of medication was for pod A. I wasn't sure why the men were separated into different pods or what each pod meant. I just really hoped it wasn't separated by degrees of violence. I probably should've done more research about this prison before I took the job. But I'm sure if I had looked too deeply into this prison I probably would've chickened out.

When I got to the P.O.'s office for pod A, they took one at look at my scrubs and let me through.

"You the new nurse?" The P.O. asked, smacking gum between his teeth.

"Yeah, Dr, Snow said—,"

"Come on," He said, "The meds need to be passed out."

I nodded and walked through the door. My eyes widened as I looked at the glass wall where the prisoners were.

It was a very large area; the cells were against the wall and a large television with several screens on it. There were also several metal tables, a counter with a microwave, and a wall that had several weird computers.

The P.O. unlocked the door and opened it, "Line up! Line up now!" He screamed, causing me to scream.

As the prisoners lined up, the P.O. stepped aside and grabbed the medication trays from me, setting them on the desk beside the desk.

"Go ahead and pass them out. I know who needs medication and who doesn't. You just pass them out." The P.O. said as he sat at the desk.

"Mmmm you the new nurse?" One of the prisoners said as he stepped forward to grab his medication.

"Don't engage," The P.O. snapped as I opened my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut quickly.

"Uh, wait—," I said as the inmate walked away. I turned to the P.O. "I need to check that he swallowed it."

"We've got to get lunch passed out. They need to just take them and go."

"Okay." I said.

I passed out the medication without too much incident. It did bother me that I wasn't thoroughly checking to see if they had swallowed their medication, but what could I really do?

"Miss Nurse, I have a medical emergency," A large inmate said as he stepped forward.

"Oh, um okay. What's wrong?" I asked, looking him over with my eyes.

"There's a big swelling in my pants you need to take care of." He said, causing an uproar of laughter in the pod and me to blush.

My eyes were wide as I looked over at the P.O. He shook his head, telling me not to engage without saying anything.

"Here's you medicine." I said. "And as for the swelling in your pants. I'm sure it's not a big deal."

He blushed at my words as the other inmates nearly toppled over with laughter. He took his medication and didn't say another word. I was relieved when he walked away, and I prayed that would be the last of our interactions.

The last man to step up for medication was a very large inmate, both in height and width. He seemed so out of place from the other inmates. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it. I sneakily tried to examine him a little deeper.

He had penny colored hair that looked like he had run his fingers through it several times, giving it a disheveled look that was actually pretty attractive. His eyes were a bright green and that didn't have the same defeated look as all the other inmates.

I figured out why he was out of place. He was extremely attractive. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some play-girl magazine, not in a prison. But I knew with attractiveness came craziness. Most serial killers were described as attractive. That's how they lured their victims.

"Well, hello," he said with an easy-going half smile.

"Hi, please take this," I said as I handed him a cup of medication.

"Certainly," He said tossing back the cup, "So, did you just start? Will we be seeing your beautiful face around here more often?"

"Open your mouth please," I asked. He opened his mouth and lifted his tongue. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful his teeth were.

"Don't worry, I always take my medicine." He said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay, I'm done." I said to the P.O.

"What's your name?" The handsome inmate asked.

I ignored the inmate and gathered my items to leave.

"Hey," The inmate said, taking a step forward. I took a step back, balling my fists up tightly and raising them a bit.

"Sorry," He said when he noticed me tensing up. "Not trying to scare you. My name is Edward Cullen."

"I'm done here," I said to the P.O. again.

"Alright, the door is open." He responded as he unlocked the door for me.

"See you later," Mr. Cullen hollered before I left.

Mr. Cullen. The name rang several alarm bells in my head. Dr. Snow had informed me about Mr. Cullen.

He didn't seem dangerous. But then again, neither did Ted Bundy. I replayed his words. 'See you later.' What did he mean by that? Thinking of what he meant made me shudder.

"Hey," Dr. Snow said as he walked into the office. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help. Did everything go okay?"

"Yeah, it was fine," I said as I cleaned the trays. "A few colorful comments, but nothing I can't handle. But I did have a question about one of the inmates."

"Sure, what is it?" He said.

"What is Edward Cullen in for?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't really know the full details. Something to do with money. He's only here for six months, but I'm surprised he got any time at all."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"A couple reasons. First because he's extremely rich and he had access to one of the best lawyers around. Secondly, he's a part of the Cullen family, and like I said, they're basically a dynasty here in New York. Everyone who's anyone knows the Cullens and is affiliated with them."

"Oh." I nodded.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing. I'm probably making a mountain out of a mole hill."

"Did something happen?"

"It's okay," I waved it off. "Seriously, I'm probably making more of it."

He stared at me for a few moments before letting it drop. I sighed in relief; I hated making a big deal out of things. And I especially hated when other people made a big deal out of things that involved me.

I decided to wave off what Edward Cullen had said. I'm sure it wasn't a big deal.