NOTE: I am reposting chapters one thru thirteen. Nothing on the plot has changed. The chapters have just been cleaned up by my current Beta. She came into this story at CH 14 so she's going thru the previous story for me!

Hi everyone. So this is my new story. It's going to be a little different from my previous stories. The first two chapters are written from Edward's POV and then starting on CH 3 the POV will alternate from Bella back to Edward and so on. I hope you all will like it.

Chapter One

~ Edward ~

Paging Dr. Cullen, paging Dr. Edward Cullen, you have a call on line three. Dr. Cullen, line three.

I pulled back the curtain to one of the beds in the ER to reveal a seven-year-old, scared, little girl and her father.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cullen," I greeted, extending my hand to Mr. Garson and then focusing my attention to my young patient. "And who is this? What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Emily," she said in a soft voice that I could barely hear.

I moved closer to her and took her little hand in mine. "Nice to meet you, Emily; I'm Edward."

She looked at me and smiled, but then held her stomach as she clung to her father.

"What's wrong with her, doctor?" her father asked.

"Looks like Emily has a badly infected appendix," I replied.

Paging Dr. Cullen, paging Dr. Edward Cullen, you have a call on line three. Dr. Cullen, line three.

I heard the page again, but didn't want to leave my patient until I was finished. Whoever was bugging me at work was going to have to wait.

"So what do we do for her?" Mr. Garson asked.

"I booked an OR; the only option is to remove it." I saw Emily flinch and start to cry. I took her hand again in mine. "Don't be scared; we're going to take good care of you, and when your operation is over, I'm going to prescribe you a big bowl of chocolate pudding." Emily looked back up at me and gave me a little smile. "Dr. Hale will be performing the surgery—she's one of the best pediatric surgeons in the state—and Emily is in great hands."

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen," Mr. Garson replied gratefully.

Paging Dr. Cullen, paging Dr. Edward Cullen, you have a call on line three. Dr. Cullen, line three.

I grumbled at the page once again.

"No problem; they'll be down to get Emily in a few minutes and I'll check on her later," I said, and then walked out of the exam room.

I walked over to the nurse's station and picked up the phone, pushing number three.

"This is Dr. Cullen," I said. "Finally, dude, I didn't think you were ever going to answer your page."

"That's because I'm at work, Garrett," I replied.

"Yeah yeah, work; I know, man, that's all you do," he replied. "We really need to get you laid."

"Is this why you called me at work, to talk about my love life?" I replied. I noticed the three nurses at the station pick their heads up to look at me. "Garrett, seriously, what do you want?"

"Okay, fine; well, as you know, your birthday is tomorrow, the big three-o, man! How the fuck did you get so old?"

"You're older than me!"

"Details," he said.

"Get on with it," I spat.

"Anyway, I want to take you out, my friend, drinks on me."

"Well, if the drinks are on you, how can I refuse that?"

"Exactly," he agreed. "Now, I know you're off for the next three nights, so going out tomorrow night shouldn't be a problem. Kate has plans with her sisters, so that would be a perfect boys' night."

"Tomorrow is fine," I replied. "Where are we going?"

"Leave that to me," Garrett deflected. "Just be ready to go for ten o'clock."

"Okay, but, Garrett… no place crazy."

"Crazy? Pffff, just be ready at ten o'clock. I'll pick you up."

And with that, he hung up, not giving me a chance to reply. I knew Garrett was up to something, because as long as I have known him, he's always been up to no good.

Garrett and I have been best friends for over ten years now. We met in college; I was pre-med and he was pre-undecided. Eventually he decided on Education as his major, and since he was a huge history buff, he's now a high school history teacher. And he even landed a great girl. Five years ago, he met Kate while we were out one night at a bar. I had just finished my internship and we were celebrating when he saw her from across from the room. Two years after that night, they were married, and three years of marriage later they are still electric.

When I started my residency at University of Washington Medical Center, my time was no longer my own. I was one of the ER doctors and my shifts were always crazy. I was less than a year away from becoming one of the attending doctors and I couldn't wait, because then I would have more freedom. They don't call us residents for nothing, because you literally feel like you reside in the hospital.

Garrett and Kate are always after me to get out and find a nice girl, but there just isn't time for love in my life. I spend so much time in the hospital and then when I get home to my condo, I'm usually passed out. But those two are relentless when it comes to my love life. And somehow, I think tomorrow night will be no different.

It's nice to have good friends who care about you, but sometimes those two can be annoying as hell. But with my own family so far away, they're all I have here in Seattle. My parents still live in Chicago, where I am originally from, and my little sister Alice is in France, studying fashion.

I left Chicago after high school to attend the University of Washington. And here I was, still liking Seattle and practicing at UWMC.

I was going over some charts when I was notified that Emily's surgery went well and she was resting back in her room. I stopped down in the cafeteria to get some chocolate pudding to take to her.

When I got to her room, her dad was sitting in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand. I had learned he was a single father and that Emily's mother had died from cancer when she was just three years old. I lightly knocked on the door, and as soon as Emily saw me, she perked up.

"Dr. Edward," she exclaimed. "Did you bring me chocolate pudding?"

"Why yes, I did, sweetheart," I answered. I shook her father's hand and gave her the cup of pudding. "How are you feeling, Emily?"

"Ok, tired," she replied, taking a taste of the pudding. "But my tummy stopped hurting."

"Well, that's a very good thing," I acknowledged. "Okay, well, I'm on way out for the evening but I wanted to stop in and check on you."

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen, I appreciate everything you have done," Mr. Garson said, extending his hand to me again.

"It's my pleasure," I replied. "Okay, Emily, take care."

"Thank you for the pudding, Dr. Edward."

"You're most welcome," I said. "Good night."

An hour later, I was home and trying to unwind. I was on the couch, sipping on a beer and flipping through the TV channels.

I loved my job, I really did, but I knew Garrett was right. Something was missing from my life. Here I was, on the eve of my thirtieth birthday, sitting home alone, and about to go to bed at the late hour of ten pm.

I got to my bedroom and stripped out of my scrubs as I headed into the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower, which ended with me jerking off. Lately, my hand is the only salvation my dick had. Lord knows, it's been over two years since a woman touched me. I knew I had to make some changes, and those changes would come once I finished my residency.

I got out of the shower, put on a pair of boxer briefs, and fell into bed. Working four twelve-hour shifts in a row definitely took a toll on me. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was down for the count.


The next morning, I woke up after sleeping ten uninterrupted hours. When I opened my eyes, I felt refreshed and ready for my days off. I showered, dressed, and then headed out to run some errands. I stopped to get coffee and then to the grocery store to stock up on things for the week. Then my cell phone started beeping out of control.

Happy Birthday! Can't believe my baby boy is 30! – Mom

Happy B'day big bro! –Alice

Finally dude, ur 30, about fucking time! Pick u up at 10pm – G

Happy Birthday Edward. Have fun tonight – Kate

Jesus Christ, did they all get together at the same time to send me texts? And it went off again.

Ur mother won't stop crying. Happy birthday son – Dad.

Good lord. Ok, so I get the point, I'm thirty today. I have no idea what happened to my twenties… oh yeah, I spent them in the hospital; that's right.

I thanked everyone for their wishes and shoved my phone back in my jeans' pocket. After my errands, I headed back to condo to do some straightening up and then decided to just relax the rest of the day. I paid some bills, and then I called home to my mom, who was still crying. After spending almost an hour on the phone with her, it was time for to get ready. Garrett would be here to pick me up in an hour. I had no idea what he had planned, but something told me I wasn't going to like it.

I went to my bedroom and opened my closet door., pulling out a pair of dark denim jeans and a dark blue sweater. I placed the clothes on my bed and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. After my shower, I stood in front of my vanity to shave and brush my teeth. I had no idea what to do with my hair—it was always a mess—so I just rubbed some gel in my hands and ran it through my hair, leaving it as it fell. I splashed on some cologne that my sister bought me for Christmas last year and then I dropped my towel to get dressed.

I walked out to the kitchen in search for my wallet, opened it to make sure I had enough cash, and then the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Garrett, with a stupid grin on his face. Garrett was a little shorter than me, but what always got the girls going in his single days was his long hair and the scruff on his face. I never understood it, since I was always clean-shaven.

"Now I'm nervous," I said as I let him in.

"Why would you say that?" he asked.

"Because, you have a look on your face that could only mean one thing… trouble."

"Edward, I'm hurt," he quipped with smirk. "Do you really think I would be planning something you won't enjoy?"

"In a word… yes," I replied. "I have known you for too long, man; I know how you work."

"Trust me, this night will be a night you won't soon forget."

"Oh I'm sure," I scoffed, grabbing my keys.

We got into Garrett's car and drove away from my house. In no time, we were in downtown Seattle. Garrett drove down a street where most of the nightclubs were located, so I knew we were going to one of them. However, when he turned into the parking lot of the establishment he was headed to, he smiled at me.

I looked up at the sign and let out a loud groan.

"Seriously, dude?" I asked. "A strip club, are you fucking out of your mind?"

"No, and this is not just any strip club, my man. This is Teasers; it's new and it's the best."

"How would you know that? Have you been here? And, furthermore, does Kate know you were taking me here?"

"I know because I did some research. I have not been here. And yes, Kate knows; it was actually her idea."

"What?" I exclaimed. "I can't handle you two. Look, Garrett, this is not my scene."

"Well, tonight it is, and your first lap dance is on me, birthday boy." He got out of the car and slammed the door before I could say anything.

I got out of the car and grumbled; I knew there was no way I was going to get out of this, so I had to suck it up. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked behind Garrett to the entrance.

As we walked in, I looked around. There were girls—almost naked girls—dancing on the stage and swinging on poles. There were also girls, in very little clothing, walking around serving drinks. The music was loud and you could smell the sex.

I looked over at Garrett, who was grinning at me, and then we walked over to the bar. Thank fuck, because I needed a drink, many drinks, if I was going to survive this night.

Hmmm, so this could get interesting.

Chapter two will post over the weekend.

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