A/N I have been tossing this story idea back a forth in my head for awhile now. It is my first time writing a Twilight FanFic so bear with me please! So here is the deal if you all seem to like this first chapter then I will continue on with the story. I do not have a beta right now so if anyone would like the job send me a PM. I hope you all like this! Please R&R

This takes place after James has attacked Bella at the ballet studio in book one. It starts with her waking up in the hospital. This is a Carlisle and Bella fic so if you do not like this pairing then don't read. If you do like this pair please review and let me know if you like this little bit so far. Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight, it is owned by Stephanie Meyers. I just like to play with them too.

I am reposting the first for chapter. This has now been edited by the lovely Savari! She is an amazing beta! You rock my socks Savari!

I awoke to the sound of beeping. Loud, annoying beeping. I didn't need to open my eyes to know exactly where I was- the smell of the room was plenty to inform me that this was a hospital. And I was, as I have frequently been during my short life, its patient. It doesn't matter where you go; hospitals always smell the same- like plastic and bleach.

I was afraid to move and find out what injuries I had sustained this time. I slowly opened my eyes to try and find where that persistent beeping was coming from and to survey my damaged body. I could see that my leg was broken and now bound in a cast. The only other sign of injury I could find was a bandage on my wrist. I tried hard to piece together my memories and figure out what had happened to me but my mind was heavy with a sleep-and-meds induced fog.

I gave up on trying to remember how I'd obtained my injuries. Setting that conundrum aside for now, and turned my attention to the room around me. The mystery of the strange, irritating beeping was solved the moment my eyes met the IV beside by bed. That doesn't sound good.

Just as I came to the conclusion that perhaps my IV needed changing or something, a nurse walked through the door carrying a bag of what I could only guess was saline.

"Well, good evening sleeping beauty." She said as she changed the IV bag. She picked up my chart and began jotting something down. Once she finished writing she turned to me with a smile on her face. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"

I tried to speak but my mouth and throat were so dry I couldn't get anything out. She continued to look at me while awaiting my answer and I put my hand up to my throat to try and get her to understand. I saw her face register realization and she quickly turned to the bedside table, reaching for something that was beyond my field of vision.

"Oh, of course, your throat must be as dry as a desert," she turned back to me and handed me a plastic cup of water. "Here, have a sip of this. Go slow with it okay?" I nodded and took the cup from her hand.

I took a sip and swallowed slowly. It may have just been water but it tasted like heaven. I took a few more small mouthfuls and handed the cup back to her. "Thankyou," I said, my voice barely breaking above a raspy whisper.

"You're welcome, hun. Now tell me, are you felling any pain, nausea?" She asked me while checking the bandage on my wrist.

I had to think about it for a second before I could answer her. "I guess I'm okay right now. My head feels all fuzzy, though. What happened to me?"

Before she could answer there was a knock on the door. "Be right back, sweetie," she smiled as she left my side and crossed to open the door. I couldn't quite make out what was being said but I could tell she was speaking to a man. After a moment she closed the door and returned to my bedside. "Well, hun, you seem to have some visitors. A Carlisle and Alice Cullen. Would you like them to come in?" She asked as she rewrapped the bandaging on my wrist.

"Yes please." I whispered. She nodded to me and walked back over to let them in.

"Thank you,"Carlisle murmured to the nurse as he stepped inside. I watched Alice follow behind him and hesitate for a moment before walking slowly over to my bedside, tears of venom pooling in her wide eyes.

The nurse eyed us all with dawning understanding. "No problem. Let me know if you all need anything. I'm just a page away, okay? Just ring the call bell and it will send a message directly to my pager," she told us and then closed the door behind her. She told us kindly before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

As soon as the door closed Carlisle sped over to my bedside and picked up my chart. He scanned over it in a matter of seconds and then set it back down, evidently satisfied with what he read. He sat down softly on the foot of my bed and gently examined my cast. Once he was finished he finally looked up at me.

"Bella, how are you feeling?" his voice sounded saddened but his face showed no emotion.

"Fine, I guess. I'm having trouble remembering what happened though." I could remember bits and pieces but everything was so fuzzy.

Carlisle took my hand in his and began unwinding the bandages on my wrist. I hadn't really looked at what was beneath them while the nurse had the bandage off so I didn't know what to expect. As soon as the last of the wrapping had fallen away I could clearly see the silver crescent-shaped bite mark. Then it all came back to me.

Ballet Studio.





Pain. Burning pain.

Fire. Excruciating pain.

Alice. Carlisle. Edward.

Pain. Darkness.

Everything hit me at once. James had tried to kill me. Renee was never really there. He bit me and I remember the insidious burn as his venom spread through me. I remember Edward sucking it out and then everything going black. I couldn't breathe. This was too much. Where was Edward? Why wasn't he here?

"Bella dear, you need to try and relax. Slow down your breathing, you don't want to pass out do you?" Carlisle spoke softly to me and brushed some hair away from my face and gently tucked it behind my ear. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked at him. He gave me a slight smile and I felt myself almost immediately relax. It's okay. Carlisle's here and Edward can't be far away.

"That's better. Now, let's take this slow okay? What's the last thing you remember?"

I took a slow breath and tried to form my answer. "Edward was sucking out the venom from my wrist and then everything went black and I woke up here." I looked over at Alice. She just stood still not uttering a single word. She looked like someone who had just been given a death sentence.

"Alice, what's wrong? Is everyone okay? Where's Renee? Where's Edward?" I was starting to freak out again. Alice sighed and then looked to the floor for a moment before looking back at me.

"Renee is in the waiting room with Charlie, they are both fine." Why wasn't she saying anything about Edward?

"And Edward?" I asked but she looked away from me again. I was getting nervous. She looked to Carlisle and he nodded slightly. "What is going on? Tell me what thehellhappened!"

Alice flinched and handed me an envelope quickly. "I'm so sorry Bella." She bent down and kissed my cheek lightly and then left the room, her movements much more subdued than normal.

I looked down at the envelope in my hands and saw my name written on the front in Edward's distinctive handwriting. I turned to Carlisle with a questioning look on my face.

"Bella, do you want me to leave you alone while you read it?" he asked but I could tell he didn't want to leave me alone. I didn't want him to leave me alone either. I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach that whatever was in this letter was not good news. How could it be if Edward couldn't even tell me face to face? I shook my head no and he gently gave my good hand a reassuring squeeze. I turned back to the envelope and slowly slid my thumbnail along the seal, taking my time because – to be honest – I really didn't want to know what was so bad that it required stationery to tell me. I pulled out the letter inside, unfolded it with exaggerated care and began to read.


I know I should be doing this in person but I cannot bring myself to say this to your face. I have decided to move and leave the family for awhile. With everything that has happened recently I just feel that being on my own is best for me at this time.

I have enjoyed our time together but I have come to realize that you and I are not soul mates. I am sorry if you feel differently but it is what it is. I hope that you can find someone who makes you truly happy. Be safe.

Yours Truly,

Edward Cullen

WHAT THE FUCK! It had to be a joke. It just had to be, right? No way could I be in a hospital bed - recovering from being attacked by a psycho vampire - and wake up to a Dear John letter! But I could feel it in the roiling pit of my stomach; it wasn't a joke. What had I done to deserve this?

I started to shake with sobs, tears running down my face. I felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. Did our time together mean nothing to him? Was I just some teenage school girl with a stupid crush? Apparently I was. I looked up from the letter and into Carlisle's eyes. I figured I would see pity but all I saw was love and compassion. I handed him the letter but he was hesitant to take it.

"It's okay, you can read it." I whispered. I stared at his face while he read the letter over. At first I saw confusion and then his face twisted into a mask of pure anger. He clenched his jaw and I could see his free hand was balled up into a fist. He waited a few minutes before he looked up at me again. All traces of anger had washed away.

"I am truly and deeply sorry for the pain my son has caused you, Isabella. No one deserves a letter like this. Is there anything I can do?" He had a look of such sadness on his face that itnearly broke my heart all over again. I closed my eyes and started to cry once more. He wiped the tears from my face and shushed me softly. He told me everything would be alright but I didn't see how that was possible. After awhile of crying myself into exhaustion I finally looked at him again. After I had cried myself into an exhausted haze of numbness I finally looked up at him again.

"I want to go home, please," I begged. "I just want to go home."

"Of course Isabella, let me go speak to the doctor and your parents. I will get everything straightened out so we can get you home." He gave me a slight smile and leaned down to kiss my forehead before standing up to leave. When he reached the door he turned back to me. "And Isabella, this doesn't change anything; I and my family love you and no matter what happens you will always be a part of our family."