Author's Notes: New story idea that popped into my head while I was driving home the other day since it took me THREE HOURS, when it usually takes less than five minutes. Crazy! A SWAT team, a helicopter, too many cops to count, and backed up traffic for miles. Guess what all the fuss was over? The police recognized a stolen car and its thief. At first I thought it was blown into too huge a thing until I realized the car thief had stolen a cop's gun and shot him! Not to mention the fact that the stolen car had three guns in there! YIKES.

Anyway, no more rambling about real life. But basically, I had a lot of time on my hands, and this idea came up. If you don't like it, that's fine. Just wanted to give it a shot. A little more angsty and drama-filled than my other work in progress Hello, Stranger. You've been warned! Do give this a chance though, please? :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! Or the song "Cut" by Plumb. Don't sue me, pleaaase!


Your Healing Touch

Chapter One

Out From Under


I'm not a stranger; I am yours.
With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore,
I do not want to be afraid;
I'm tired of feeling so numb.

"Cut" -- Plumb


"Do you feel anything when I do this?" I pressed lightly on inside of the man's wrist, making a mental note as he winced a little at the touch. "Hurts?"

"Just a little, doc." He replied.

I nodded. "Do you still feel numbness in your fingers?"

"Yeah. I can barely curl my hand into a fist."

"Are you still waking up at night from these pains?"

"All the time."

I reached over to the table behind me and grabbed the clipboard, scribbling down some notes. "This is the sixth time you've seen me in three months, Mr. Stephens. Have you considered the surgery we discussed during your last visit?"

He swallowed hard and sighed quietly. "I don't know, doc. As much as this whole carpal tunnel syndrome thing bothers me, I just really don't think the wife and I have enough to pay the medical bills."

"How about this then," I started. "I'll refer you to the orthopedic surgeon here and you can make an appointment with him. You two can discuss the financial part of it, make phone calls with your insurance company, and he can go more into details about the surgery. Would you like that?"

"That'd be great, doc. Thanks."

"It's no problem at all." I replied, scribbling more notes onto the clipboard. "Here is Dr. Truman's office number and hours. Tell him Edward Cullen sent you." I pulled a slip of paper out of my pocket and wrote Lasix, the same prescription I'd been giving him the past three months. "Remember, twice a day with or without meals. Don't forget to drink plenty of fluids since it tends to get you dehydrated. If for any reason you need to consult with me again, don't hesitate to make an appointment." With that being said, I handed him the prescription slip and stood up. "If you don't have any questions, you're free to go, Mr. Stephens."

He put his hand in mine and shook it with a smile on his face. "Thanks so much, Dr. Cullen."

I nodded and tucked the pen back into my pocket, closing the door behind me. It had been a long day at work so far, but I only had one more patient to see to and I could go home and rest. Yes, 60-hours a week was hard work but I did not go through four years of college and four years of medical school and thousands upon thousands of dollars from my parents to just whine about being tired. This was what I wanted to do – what I loved to do.

"Edward," One of the nurses called from behind, handing me a clipboard. "your next patient is in room 104."

I flipped through the diagnosis and x-rays she had previously taken care of for me. "Is she conscious?"

"Last I checked, she was."

"Alright, thank you, Alice." I turned on my heel but paused and turned to her once again. "And I'd appreciate it if you called me Dr. Cullen once in a while."

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. "The only person I'd ever refer to as Dr. Cullen is Carlisle. It's not like you refer to me as Nurse Alice!"

"It doesn't have a good ring to it." I chuckled, stepping away from her small form.

"Doesn't have a good ring to it," she mocked behind me as I laughed again, heading in the direction of my last patient's room, knocking lightly on the door when I got there to let her know I was coming in.

She stared at me with a confused expression as I closed the door behind me. "You're... not Dr. Stiles?" It sounded like a question.

"No. Your previous physician, Dr. Stiles, was relocated to another hospital in the area." I pulled the seat closer to her and sat down. "I'm Dr. Cullen, your new doctor."

She blinked and nodded slowly, fidgeting with the hospital's trademark plastic band around her wrist.

"Ms. Swan—"

"You can just call me Bella."

"Okay, well, Bella, you've got quite a list here. Minor injury to the head, bruising and swelling on your right side, possible fracture on the left of the ribcage... What exactly did you do to injure yourself so badly?"

"I fell while I was hiking." she answered almost instantly, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear. "I'm really, really clumsy. Ask anyone that knows me."

"You need to be more careful next time. Let's see, can you brush your hair out of the way?" She did as I asked and I gently probed my fingers along her injury, noticing as she winced a bit. "Does that hurt?"

"A little," she confessed, opening one of her eyes to peek at what I was doing.

"Your x-rays show no internal brain damage and your skull seems to feel fine." I moved down the list. "Okay, now can you lie back for me, Isabella?"

"Bella."

"Bella," I chuckled a little as she did as I requested, lying with her back flat against the hospital bed. "I'll need you to lift your shirt a bit. Just enough for me to see the swelling." Bella flushed a little at the request, but nodded and lifted her shirt up just a few inches. It wasn't even enough to see her belly button, but I did, in fact, get a glimpse of the enormous bruise on the side that Alice had noted on her diagnosis. "That doesn't look too pleasant."

"It hurts like hell." she admitted, pulling her shirt back down.

"I'll bet." I made some notes of my own on the clipboard and put it back down. "Take a deep breath in for me."

Bella inhaled a breath and hissed in pain almost immediately. "I can't."

"I'm sorry if this causes you any kind of discomfort, but I have to be sure." I placed my hand down on the left side of her ribcage, pushing down a little as I traced the lines of her bones with my thumb. I winced when she cried out and I already knew by the feel of it that it had, indeed, been minimally fractured.

"I don't need surgery, do I?" Bella choked out. "Please say no, Dr. Cullen. I hate blood and even just imagining—"

"No need to worry, Ms. Swan." I tried to calm her down. "Your x-rays look good. There's no major damage to your head and your ribs should be completely healed within a few weeks."

"And the bruise?"

"The swelling will go down if you promise to get plenty of rest and ice it up. Have you had past allergic reactions to any type of medicine?"

"No. I don't think I'm allergic to anything actually."

"Good, good." With a nod, I pulled the prescription pad out of my pocket again and decided OxyContin would be fine for her. "I'm going to prescribe you some pain killers to help with the pain. I want you to talk to the receptionist at the front to make a follow-up appointment with me in two weeks so I can keep an eye on your recovery, alright?"

Bella nodded and stood up with a groan, her injuries preventing her from being able to do anything without there being some kind of pain involved. "Thanks, Dr. Cullen."

"Do you have any questions or concerns?"

She shook her head and took the piece of paper I was handing to her, placing her hand on the door handle to exit.

"Oh, and Bella?"

She stopped and turned back to me while shoving the prescription slip into her back pocket. "Yeah?"

"Please try to be careful while hiking next time."

With a small smile, she nodded while inhaling through her nose and stepped out of the room.

My eyes went back to the clipboard, filling in some spots I'd managed to miss. Once I was finished, I headed to reception and noticed Bella wasn't there. It made me question whether or not she made the follow-up appointment like I'd asked her to. "Angela."

Angela looked up from the long list of medical billing statements. "Yes, Dr. Cullen?"

"Did an Isabella Swan schedule a follow-up with me two weeks from now?"

"Isabella Swan..." she shuffled the billing statements out of the way and ran her finger down the long list of appointments. "Yes. At 2:00 PM the Friday after next."

So, she did make the appointment. That took me by surprise since she was gone before I could even step out of the room. "Will you do me a favor and get me her medical records, please?"

"Certainly, Dr. Cullen," Angela shoved off the desk and the wheeled chair made its way a few feet behind her where a huge shelf with hundreds of folders were neatly lined up.

"You couldn't have just gotten up?" I chuckled, slipping out of the white doctor's coat I was wearing.

"When you sit here for six hours at a time, you tend to get bored and find little things to do to entertain yourself." Angela laughed. "Isabella Swan, was it?"

"Yes."

She picked the folder out and wheeled her way back to the desk, handing it to me with a smile. "See how much fun that can be for a receptionist like me?"

I couldn't help but laugh again. "I'll just look over these and I'll have it back to you as soon as I get something to eat from the cafeteria."

"Sure thing. I'll be here." She took my white coat and placed it on the coat rack a few feet away from her.

My stomach was growling as I opened up Bella's medical records, suddenly shocked at how much of an accident magnet this girl seemed to be. She was a frequent patient of Dr. Stiles it seemed, since she had had more than fifteen appointments with him in the course of only half a year. That was just about two appointments every month and every time had a different reason. Stitches, a broken leg, frequent headaches, nausea, overexertion, you name it and this girl's had it. "Either she really is just very clumsy or she has the worst luck. Maybe both." I muttered to myself, continuing to read down the long list of physical injuries Isabella Swan had in the past.


I threw my coat on the floor, loosened my tie, kicked off my shoes and fell lazily against the softness of my bed. "Finally," I groaned, ready to just sleep in what I had on. My sleep cycle was entirely messed up. The hideous dark bags that were beginning to form underneath my eyes and my constant yawns were proof of that. Even my appetite had changed. Doctors were being shuffled between hospitals back and forth, which just meant more patients and more hours for me on short notice. When I'd decided to follow in Carlisle's footsteps and become a doctor, I knew what I was getting myself into. As much as I hated being deprived of valuable sleep time, I had to admit, I still loved my job.

My mind and body were finally beginning to wander off to sleep. That is, until my cell phone rang annoyingly and loudly in my ear. I cursed quietly. I had two separate lines. My office line was used for appointment purposes and everything else that was medical-related. My cell phone was a private line that only a few people had access to, so I knew it had to be someone I was well acquainted with. When I read the name on the outside screen, I almost didn't answer since I was so annoyed. But I knew damn well if I had screened Alice's phone call, she'd make sure I'd regret it. Grudgingly, I flipped it open, "Hello?"

"Edward,"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to keep my calm. So long as she didn't mention something completely irrelevant, I'd be fine. "Alice, I just finished a thirteen hour shift, can I please get some rest?"

"It's regarding that new patient of yours, Isabella Swan."

For some reason, that had caught my attention. "I'm listening."

"She was just admitted to the ER." Alice sighed. "She has a gash that needed to be stitched up right away. She wrapped saran wrap around it JUST so she wouldn't smell the blood and fainted when she got here! Edward, how could you have missed that earlier today? It's HUGE!"

"Wait a second." I thought back to an hour or two ago. "She didn't have that gash on her leg when I was analyzing her wounds. You should know, Alice! You were with her before I was!"

I heard Alice gasp quietly. "You're right."

"Did she mention how she got it? Did she fall while hiking again?"

"I told you, Edward, she fainted when she got here. Dr. Oakes is stitching her leg up as we speak. I can get her diagnosis when she wakes up."

I shook my head even though I knew Alice wouldn't see it. Something just... wasn't right. "I'll ask her myself when she comes to. The whole doctor-patient confidentiality will help me out, I think." I grabbed my coat and shoes.

"Alright then, if you say so. I'll see you in a bit."

"I'll be there soon." I hung up and shoved my phone into my pants pocket. As much as I wanted to rest, the well being of my patients was much, much more important to me. I made a mental note in my head to give Dr. Stiles a call first thing in the morning. Maybe he could help me out a little bit with the accident queen herself, Isabella Swan. Once I'd had my shoes and doctor's coat on properly again, I was out the door and back on my way towards the Regional Medical Center of Tacoma.

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End of Chapter One


Author's Notes: New story idea! Yay or nay? Hmm. Can anybody guess why Bella's always getting herself into trouble? If you think you have an idea, let me know! I'll be sure to let you know if you're correct. Hint: She's not suicidal or into the whole "I like to cut myself because it makes me happy" shindig. I probably gave it away right there, but feel free to guess still if you please! I'll reveal her secret next chapter :) I know this idea has probably also most likely been done before, but you can't blame me for wanting to write it my way! Haha. Okay, so I guess we'll see how this appeals to people.

Oh, and please don't ask why I always have the Cullens as doctors. I think it just suits them, honestly. Wouldn't you want Edward Cullen checking your temperature and listening to your heart with his stethoscope? I know I'd always get myself into trouble if it meant Edward Cullen being the one to make sure I was okay. -Swoon- HAHAHA sorry! I'm a total fangirl, if you hadn't noticed. -Runs from other diehard Edward Cullen fans-

I have a tendency to ramble on in my author's notes, so I'll stop here. I've said it before, but please PLEASE review! I'd love to hear your feedback and anything will help! Oh, and if it's not too much to ask, please do check out my other works, too! Hello, Stranger and I Want You to Want Me (for the SMC contest)! Thank you, thank you!

--Burrberry Bugsy