A/N Obviously Nothing related to Twilight belongs to me - I Wish!

Graveyard Shift.

Chapter 1.

EPOV

My attending hates me I thought as I ran my hand through my unruly hair. I was on my third straight week of night shifts! To make matters worse it was a full moon. The loony's always come out when there is a full moon.

It was just past eleven and my shift had been pretty decent so far. All I had dealt with were some broken bones and a couple of lacerations. We hadn't had any major traumas since I came in at seven. It was what I liked to call the calm before the storm. The bars had just let out. People were getting in their cars and it wouldn't be long before they would be causing accidents.

A rig pulled up outside. I went out to meet the paramedics. I pulled on the door as the paramedic rolled the patient out. "What have we got?" I asked.

"22 year old Female, GSW to the chest, BP 100/60, tachy at 115, GCS 10" she spouted off wheeling the gurney into the ER.

"I want the full works people. CBC, Chem Panel, ABG, Type and cross match, UA, BUN & Creatinine. Thanks Alice" I said as she left the trauma room. "Rosalie, can you page surgery for a consult?"

"Surgery's on their way down." She said whilst moving back to the patient to place an IV. Once the medication had coursed it's way through the girls body she began to stabilize.

"Someone call for Surgery?" said Emmett as he breezed into the Trauma room.

"Yeah. I've got a 22 year old patient with a GSW to the chest. She's stabilized for the moment, but I think she could do with a trip to the OR." I smiled looking over to Emmett.

"I agree with your assessment Dr. Cullen. Lets get her up to the OR and see if we can't get that bullet out." With that the girl was wheeled out of the ER and on her way to have surgery to remove the bullet. My job here was done.

BPOV

What the hell happened? Why was I laying on the ground? Why did it feel wet underneath my back? That's when I felt the pain in my chest. It felt as if someone had torn my chest open.

"Someone call 911" I heard a lady scream. "Sweetie, you're going to be okay. An ambulance is on it's way. You just hold on." The woman was now sat kneeling beside me speaking in a soothing manner. The ambulance was for me I realised.

Before long I heard the familiar sound of sirens coming down the street. "Paramedics. Let us through." A small, perky voice shouted. "M'am can you hear me?" She asked.

As I rolled my eyes open I saw a short, pixie like woman with short, dark hair crouching by my side. "Yes" I replied groggily. It seemed impossibly difficult for me to function at the moment. "Do you remember what happened?" she added.

"Umm…no" I replied as I struggled to remain conscious. Luckily for me the woman who had attended to me was able to explain what I could not. "Someone shot her."

Someone shot me! It made sense now. The pain in my chest, the wet feeling under my back. I was bleeding from a gun shot wound. That's when everything went black.

A/N This is my first fan fiction so I would be grateful for any advice you could give me. Please let me know if you feel that the medical jargon is a bit much. Thanks