Told you the next chapter would be quick ;) Personally I really love this chapter. It was so much fun to write and I really hope you guys enjoy!! Please don't be upset if I've written any of the doctor things wrong... I'm not a doctor, or anything near that, so forgive me :) :)

BPOV

A beeping of a monitor waked me up. It was a steady rhythm, comforting, and it almost lulled me back to sleep.

But I flashed my eyes open, already half aware that I was in the hospital. All the white around me – the walls, the roof, my bed sheets – blinded me for a minute.

The room was silent - apart from the beeping sound from the monitor - and I seemed to be alone. Now and then I heard people walk by outside the room and a few doors open and close.

I lay there a few more minutes, letting my eyes and head adjust. Then the pain kicked in.

It was pretty numb and I assumed that the doctors had given me painkillers, but it was still there. Every part of my body hurt. My lungs were dry and I wanted water.

A few bruises were visible on my chest over the white hospital nightgown. I felt exhausted; every breath seemed to cause me so much effort.

The room seemed even emptier now, so alone…

I began to panic.

"He-hello?" I rasped, my voice only reaching a whispering level. "Hello?"

The door opened quietly and I sighed in relief. A man peeked into the room.

As soon as I saw him, even in my state, I knew who's father he was. I'd forgotten that Edward's dad was a doctor.

"Ah, Isabella." Dr Cullen spoke, smiling warmly. "You're awake."

He stepped into the room and I realized that he looked very much like Edward – only with blond hair and blue, friendly eyes.

This was the first time that I spoke to him. Usually when I visited the hospital (which, believe me, was pretty often) another doctor took care of me. But I immediately liked Dr Cullen.

"How are you feeling?" he asked and walked up to my bedside, smiling down at me. His eyes looked concerned.

"Fine." I managed to croak.

Dr Cullen nodded, chuckling lightly, and went to read in my file.

"You will experience an uncomfortable feeling in your throat for the next few days. It may be a little dry." He said while reading. Then he walked over to my bed again and brought a glass of water to my mouth from the bedside table. I drank thirstily. "You have to drink a lot of water." Dr Cullen said, nodding. "Your throat swallowed a lot of smoke."

I nodded. When the glass was empty he put it away again and smiled softly at me. I was too exhausted to smile back, but at least managed to lift my gaze and look at him.

"Your father went to call work and say that he's taking the day off." Dr Cullen told me. Then he added: "It's Monday, by the way. Monday morning, if you wanted to know."

I nodded again and looked towards the window. The sun was on its way up.

Then I realized that I didn't know…

"How's Edward?" I whispered, terrified for the answer. My stomach clenched.

Dr Cullen smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"Edward is fine. He got away easily." He said.

I breathed out in relief and closed my eyes, thanking god. Then I remembered that I was acting like some kind of worried girlfriend in front of his father and opened them again, trying to act normal.

"How bad am I?" I asked, my voice still whispery. Dr Cullen smiled reassuringly and reached out to carefully touch my shoulder comfortingly. He sighed.

"A few broken bones, a head concussion, bruises and a deep cut on your arm. You lost a lot of blood. But we managed to heal all of that." Then he sighed again. "Your lungs the other hand were in a pretty bad shape… You were in that smoky restaurant a long time. But-"

"But I'll be fine, right?" I interrupted, my eyes widening. "Completely?"

"Yes." Dr Cullen nodded, smiling. "Thankfully, I eventually managed to get all the smoke out and enough fresh air into your lungs. You will be perfectly fine in a few days, Isabella."

I searched his eyes to see if he was hiding the ugly truth like every doctor on TV shows did, but he seemed very truthful.

We were silent for a few seconds, Dr Cullen seemed lost in thought and I, too, had a lot on my mind.

"Well-"Dr Cullen said suddenly, startling me slightly. "I'll let you rest. I will be back in an hour or so to do a check up, but right now you should just sleep." He started towards the door. "Your father will probably be back in a few minutes. Feel better, Isabella."

Dr Cullen sent me a last smile; I managed to actually smile back softly, before he opened the door to the hallway and closed it behind him. Everything was silent and lonely again.

I sighed loudly and groaned quietly when it hurt. My eyelids felt heavy and I knew that they would probably close and I would go back to sleep soon.

My mind wandered randomly for a minute. I thought about how great and perfect mine and Edward's date had been… how gorgeous he'd looked when he smiled, how it had made me happy when he'd laughed…

It hurt to think that it was a once in a lifetime experience and that it had been a pity date from his side, but I couldn't help but think that maybe… maybe he actually liked me a little – as a friend, at least.

Then I thought about the scream we'd heard and the explosion that made it feel like the world disappeared.

My breaths turned into gasps when I remembered how I'd crawled around on the floor. How scared I'd been… how I thought I would die…

I sobbed quietly and felt tears roll down my cheeks. It was ridiculous that I actually felt scared only thinking about it, but the truth had begun to sink in… I'd actually been near death a few hours ago.

"Bells?" A familiar voice said from the door. I hadn't noticed it opening. Charlie stared at me, obviously relieved that I was awake but terrified that I was crying.

I quickly tried to brush my tears away but there was no point – they just kept coming.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked and I saw that his eyes were red. He closed the door behind him and took a few steps up to my bed. His hand was clutching a cup of coffee.

I began to nod, but changed my mind and shook my head instead.

"N-no." I sobbed, unable to control myself. Charlie sighed and knelt down next to me. He hesitated and then bent over me to hug me gently against his chest.

At first it only made it worse. My tears rolled uncontrollably down my face and my sobs got louder. That went on for probably ten minutes.

But, as Charlie held me, I eventually began to calm down. He'd never hugged me this way before and his embrace was very comforting. He smelled some sort of disgusting cologne and fish and… dad. My sobs started to calm down, but the tears still silently made their way from my eyes down my cheeks.

"You're okay, Bella. You're okay." Charlie mumbled against my hair and, to my surprise, I found that his voice sounded very thick.

I nodded against his chest, breathing hard from the exhaustion of crying.

Eventually we let go off each other. Charlie looked a little embarrassed. He wasn't used to being emotional – something that we had in common.

We sat in silence for a while – me lying in the bed and Charlie sitting on the floor. It sounded like I had hiccups.

"Alice just left an hour ago to get some sleep. She said she'll be back later." Charlie said out of nowhere."And your mother will be here tomorrow. She and Phil are in Europe, for the moment."

I guessed that he was trying to make me think about something else.

I nodded, feeling how much I missed my mother.

"Okay."

Another long silence. The tears had slowly stopped coming and my breathing had slowed again. The crying had made me feel better, a little braver, but also even more tired.

Then I heard Charlie take a huge breath, before quickly mumbling:

"I was so worried, Bella."

He sounded like he was admitting a crime. But he sounded truthful.

I looked over at him and saw that he was looking away awkwardly, but that his face was pale and that he had dark shadows beneath his red eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept for a very long time.

"I love you." He muttered.

"I love you too, dad." I mumbled back in a throaty whisper, looking down.

Charlie cleared his throat, standing up.

"Well, I should probably let you sleep, shouldn't I?" he said, his voice higher than normal.

I nodded, smiling softly. He hesitated before he bent down and kissed my forehead softly.

"I'll be right outside in the cafeteria if you need anything." Charlie told me.

"Okay." I managed.

He left with another nod in my direction and opened the door, but not before I could see that his eyes were wet.

Dr Cullen visited me an hour later to do a check-up, like he'd said. He left saying that everything seemed to be healing fine and that my head and lungs were already doing better. I could probably go home in only a few days.

During the day, when I had managed to sleep for a few hours, I realized how boring it was to be in a hospital for so long. And this was only the first day.

I was not allowed to leave my bed on my own. If I needed to go to the bathroom a nurse or someone else had to follow me there.

I couldn't watch TV because of my headache. I'd wanted to try once and had asked Charlie to turn it on for me but it felt like my head would explode.

My eyes hurt when I tried to read and I couldn't concentrate on the words. Dr Cullen said that had to do with my concussion.

The police came to see me at the middle of the day. They told me about the accident on the restaurant and how it had happened.

When they told me that our waiter, Adam, had died because of the explosion I threw up in front of their feet and started to sob. The policemen left shortly after that and Charlie had to calm me down.

Charlie stayed with me most of the time, refusing to go and sleep, and Alice ran into my room at the middle of the day, crying and begging me to forgive her.

"I'm so sorry for not being more helpful on the phone, Bella. I was just so freaked out! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

I calmly tried to tell her that I didn't blame her at all for anything, but she wouldn't listen and attacked me with hugs and tears.

She calmed down enough to help to the bathroom and when I was done she could talk like a normal human being again and asked what exactly had happened after we hung up.

"You don't have to tell me, but…" Alice took a huge breath, her eyes still filled with tears. "But I was so worried, Bella. Thank god you're all right."

Even though I was happy that Charlie and Alice were there I couldn't help but wish for a visit from another special person…

Dr Cullen had told me that Edward was also still in the hospital, but I had yet to see him. I wondered what he was doing, if he was okay.

I missed him, more then I even wanted to admit to myself.

The day passed in a blur. I tried to sleep most of the time and rest like Dr Cullen came to tell me now and then. Whenever I was awake Alice kept me company. Charlie was also there most of the time, but he was mostly quiet, as usual.

I'd waited for Alice to ask about the date the entire day. I actually thought it would be one of the first things she would ask about. But she didn't mention it until it was time for dinner.

The sky outside my window had started to darken. A nurse arrived with a tray of food to my room. When she left Alice leaned forward, her eyes curious, finally asking the question:

"So, how was it? "

She sat at a chair next to my bed, watching me eat my dinner. It hurt swallow, but I was too hungry to notice it that much.

"How was what?" I asked innocently, grimacing when I forgot to chew some of my pasta.

Charlie was getting another cup of coffee, so we were alone. He still hadn't been able to sleep.

"How was the date? You haven't told me anything about, well, before the accident." Alice asked, her eyes apologetic when I flinched at the mention of the accident. It was still a sensitive subject for me.

"Oh." I said, trying to act surprised that she would ask me that. "It was…good."

"Oh, c'mon, Bella! Give me something good to chew on." Alice whined. I carefully swallowed more pasta, before admitting:

"It was wonderful, Alice."

She squealed, thrilled. I smiled, even though my head hurt a little when she made the sound.

"He was so sweet…" I sighed, closing my eyes. When I opened them again Alice was looking at me, confused.

"What?" I asked.

"Why are you making that face?" she asked.

"What face?"

"That one! You look like someone just died…" I raised my eyebrows, sadly thinking about Adam and the others working at the restaurant that were dead, and Alice grimaced. "Sorry, bad example. But you look so sad. You said it went well. What's wrong?"

I shrugged, sighing again.

"I don't know." I told her honestly, almost whispering. "I mean, I knew that Edward only took me out because he felt bad and he pities me. I knew that, so I have no right to feel so sad now when it's over… but-"

"Wait, what?" Alice interrupted me, her eyes huge. "You still believe that?"

I glared at her, completely confused.

"Of course I do." I said, when she didn't say anything.

It was Alice's turn to glare at me. Then she began to giggle, shaking her head.

"Bella, you probably are the most stubborn person I know."

"What are you talking about?" I sighed, not having the energy to try to figure it out. Then I snorted when I remembered: "Is this about that thing you told me about in the bathroom the day Edward cached me in the hallway? About that fate-thing?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes." Alice said seriously. I laughed carefully, testing what this might to do my head.

"Normally you know things, Alice. It's kind of creepy actually." I said. "But about this you're wrong. Fate would never go against nature like that. Fate would never want me to be with Edward." I sighed, before adding. "Edward would never want to be with me either. I'm surprised he even bothered being nice to me, even if it was just out of pity."

Alice didn't say anything, but I saw her shake her head in the corner of my eye. I continued to eat my food and Alice silently watched, seeming deep in thought. To break the silence I casually asked:

"So, how are things with you and Jasper, really?"

This question brought a huge smile to Alice's face and we went into a serious discussion about how beautiful his hair looked in the sun. She told me that they were going on a date next Saturday. I beamed. Apparently things had gone well at the Cullen's party.

When I'd finished my dinner and the nurse came to get my tray I felt my eyelids go heavy again. Alice stopped mid-sentenced when she noticed this too, smiled, and said that she would go home to get some sleep as well. Tomorrow she had to go to school, but she would stop by after.

She kissed me goodbye and left. Charlie came back, looking as tired as ever, and even though it was obvious he tried to stay awake, he fell asleep after a few minutes in his chair next to the window.

Now when the chair next to my bed was empty I felt incredibly lonely again. I closed my eyes that burned of tiredness, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't fall asleep with no one at my bedside.

I sighed and tried to find a comfortable position, but my broken leg stopped me from making any big movements alone.

The hospital was so dark at night, so quiet. People walked by outside the closed door now and then, but I didn't hear any voices. All the other patients were asleep.

I hummed quietly to myself, trying to make myself sleep, but it was useless.

It wasn't like I could call Alice and ask if she could sit by my bedside and wait until I fell asleep. I knew she'd do it, but I couldn't ask that of her. And Charlie was so tired, I was happy that he finally could get some sleep…

The time ticked by and I still couldn't sleep. Charlie was snoring lightly in his chair. I tried to concentrate on anything else but the pain that was more obvious now when I didn't have anything else to think about.

I thought about my mom's visit tomorrow…

I thought about how it would be to go home in a few days and sleep in a comfortable bed in your own room…

I thought about, well, naturally, Edward…

Knock, knock.

I froze and my eyes flashed to the door.

Another knock that echoed in the silence.

"Um…come in?" I said as loudly as I managed, almost like a question. Who would visit me at night? Okay, it wasn't that late, but Dr Cullen said that the nurse or he wouldn't check on me until the morning…

The door slowly started to open and my body, to my surprise, reacted strangely. It was as if my body knew who it was, ached for whoever it was knocking…

My breathing caught in my throat.

He looked just as gorgeous as ever, his bronze-hair shimmering in the light from the lamp on my nightstand. To my surprise he was wearing his own clothes, jeans and a white button-up. I guessed that was the advantage if you were the son to a doctor.

His eyes met mine carefully and, even though he was standing quite far away, I could see that he looked almost…pained? Concerned? Regretful? Maybe something in between.

I couldn't form any coherent word. He looked so beautiful.

Edward closed the door silently behind him, slowly turning around, taking a huge breath.

"Hi." He said in a soft, velvet whisper.

Mohahah! I'm so cruel. But the next chapter I'm really excited about, so it probably won't be that long...

Anyways, leave a review and tell me what you think about this chapter! Like I said before; I really like this chapter myself, and I hope you did, too. And again; forgive me if I got any of the doctor things wrong... :) I'm not good at that stuff. So, sorry if that's bothering anyone!

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