Disclaimer: Ideas are all mine, I just borrowed the characters from Stephine Meyer!

Chapter 1 - Awake

She slowly fluttered her heavy eyelids. Everything was obscured as they adjusted to the bright light flooding from the windows. Once the fog filtered, she let them roam the room.

Where am I? She thought. There were strange machines close to her bed. In the distance she could hear a steady beeping noise and it gradually became louder as her ears stopped ringing.

She picked up her weak arms to push herself from the tight pale blue sheets into a seated position. Once she was up, some of her black hair fell into her eyes. She reached to push it behind her ear but something tugged on her arm, pinching at her skin. She gave a panicked glance down and sore a tube protruding from her arm.

The beeping noise suddenly became faster. She whipped around to see that it was coming from a machine with red squiggly lines, and the noise continued to gain speed.

An icy chill ran through her body and her heart thrummed in her chest. Her breathing was becoming erratic to mach her shaking body. With an unsteady hand she reached to pull out the tube. A whimper escaped her lips as she struggled to yank at it. She began to claw at the tape holing it in place.

The door banged open and two people rushed into the room. She screamed. "Clam down miss." The woman with her brown hair tied tightly into a bun said, in an attempt to sooth her. The woman reached out. "Don't touch me!" she yelled hysterically. "It's OK. Miss," the woman tried to reassure her. "Smith, go get the doctor." The man named Smith ran from the room.

She began to rock back and forth holding her legs to her chest for protection and never took her terrified eyes off the lady.

"I'm here to help you miss. Everything will be ok. My name is Isabella." The woman informed her. "Is-Isabella," She whispered. "Yes?" Isabella asked, eyes steadily watching her in case she lashed out or attempted to make a run for it.

She darted her eyes to the door as a man came into the room.

He turned to Isabella. "How is she?" His soothing American accented voice laced the room.

"Terrified," Isabella replied.

He nodded than turned to face her. "Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen. Do you know where you are, miss?" he asked her. She shook her head, to afraid to speak.

"You're in St Vincent hospital, miss." Again she stared back. "Miss, do you know what year it is?" Dr. Cullen asked more seriously.

Puzzlement crossed her face as she searched her memory. When she found she couldn't answer him, her eyes grew wide as she shook her head. "It's 2010, miss. March 5th."

Dr. Cullen turned his calculating gaze to Smith then Isabella before returning to her. "Miss, I have just two more questions for you. What is your name and do you remember how you got here?"

Her eyes began to blur again as his words hit her, but not due to a frog, they were tears. "I don't know." She whimpered. She didn't know who she was or anything else for that matter. That was more frightening then the hospital it's self.

Dr. Cullen slowly approached the bed, being careful not to startle or upset her further. "It's OK miss. It appears you are suffering from memory loss. This could be due to you being in a coma for about a month or the plane accident. If you have any questions, Isabella will answer you. I understand that this is all quite overwhelming. Again anything you need, just ask Isabella. You'll have to excuse me I must attend to another patient." Dr. Cullen nodded at Smith to follow, leaving her scared and confused, shaking all over as the news rattled her soul.

"Miss, I'll be right here." Isabella pointed to a lemon plastic chair to the left of the bed. She glanced up at her through tear filled eyes before crying herself into exhaustion.

When she woke, darkness claimed the room. The only light was a soft glow from a lamp in the corner highlighting Isabella. She had changed from her uniform-her shift had ended-and now a book lay open on her lap as Isabella slept.

She hugged herself as a chill run through her body, from the fear that filled her being.

Who was she? Both Dr. Cullen and Isabella had been calling her Miss. Was that it? Was that her name?

Feeling uncomfortable she tried to quietly squeeze from out the covers, trying not to wake Isabella. No such luck, the bed squeaked.

"I'm up." Isabella mumbled while stretching. Her book slid from her lap, hitting the floor. "Shoot." She hissed as the noise from the book echoed through the room. When Isabella sat back up she saw that she was awake. "Hello, Miss. Do you remember who I am?"

"You're Isabella and you work at St Vincent's Hospital." She answered dryly.

A relived smile spread across Isabella's face. "That's good. Do you remember anything else? Like your name..."

"It's Miss…I think-at least that's what you've been calling me."

Isabella silently laughed. "We've been calling you that because we didn't know your name. But if that's what you want to be called."

"It will do I suppose, until I find my real name."

"Miss, are you sure that's what you want to be called? There are millions of other names."

"It's something I won't get attached to."

"Well then how about Missy? Miss is more of a title then an actual name."

"OK. Thank you Isabella-"

"Please, call me Bella." Missy nodded in agreement.

"So…How exactly did I get here, Dr. Cullen said something about a plane." Missy enquired.

Bella put on a serious face, a face she would use to tell a patient-such as herself-some bad news. "About a month ago you were on a flit from Indonesia to Melbourne-A privet jet. It crashed in Albert Park. The pilot and two others died, you were very lucky to have survived with some bruising and cracked ribs. We didn't think you would wake up from your coma. I guess you proved us wrong."

As Bella spoke those words Missy was expecting some sort of flash back. She got nothing-felt nothing. No remorse for the people who died or connection to the flit. Just nothing, as though all that really mattered was that she was here, alive and well. Sure it was heartless but she couldn't remember knowing those who died or ever being on the plane.

"You still don't remember do you?" Bella eyes were filled with concern and pity. Missy didn't want either. They wouldn't grant her what she sought, only reminder her of what she had lost.

Missy let out a sigh "No. Not yet at least."

A smile to match the expression in Bella's eyes crept across her face then was replaced with shock. "Oh, I've been so rude. You must be hungry-thirsty. Would you like something?

"Some water would be great, thanks."

"I'll be right back." Bella hurried off to fetch Missy a glass; almost tripping over the leg of the chair she had been sitting on. Missy couldn't help but laugh.

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