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BPOV

"Dr. Swan, the patient in Room 305 says the stinging on his arm has been getting worse since this morning. You might want to take a look at it?" Jessica Stanley, one of the nurses on this floor asked me.

"Sure, I'll take a look at him once I've finished with these papers here." I replied, plastering a smile on my face. I jotted down a few notes on the papers, and went to find the records of the Room 305 patient.

I groaned in my head after I checked his medical records. This was going to be one long check-up on the patient. I skimmed down the page to see who his attending physician was. Dr. Newton? I sighed. I'll have to do it then, since he was already off duty, and I really don't want to have to explain everything to him. Don't get me wrong, I know that, as a doctor, I have to explain everything down to the last detail, but when you have your fellow doctor hitting on you during the process, that's just calling for trouble!

"I guess I'll just have to wait a teeny bit longer to go home. I hope that by the time I get home, it would have arrived…" I thought, as I wondered down the busy hallways, with crying and yelling coming through the thin walls that could barely contain the noises coming from the wards.

"Hello, Mr. King. The nurse notified me of your stings. Could you explain your condition more thoroughly again?" After a few more questions, and some short answers from the patient, I concluded that it was just a side affect due to a change of medication this morning.

I walked out of the room, ready to hand in my clipboard and go home.

Just then, my cellphone rang. The exact cellphone that the hospital gave doctors so that we could interact with each other much faster. Oh brother, not about another patient!

I whipped out my phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID, and growled, "Hello?"

"Well, someone seems to be in a bad mood." Edward chuckled.

"Oh. It's you." I was relieved.

"Not so happy to hear from me anymore?" He feigned hurt.

"No. Just relieved actually. I've been wanting to go home for the last two hours. But things keep turning up at the last second!" I said frustrated. "You're actually the bright spot of my day today." I added

He laughed. "Glad to be of help. And it's time you admitted that to yourself!"

"I knew I could only boost your ego more." I grumbled.

I switched my phone to my other ear so I could sign my name on the clipboard, and headed toward the elevators.

"So, what was it you wanted to tell me about? You don't normally call out of the blue." I asked.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Hey, why don't I tell you when you get home? I can explain it more detailed, and I don't think it would be wise for you to be driving when I break the news." He said excitedly.

"You're mean, you know that?"

"I love you too. I'll call again in a few minutes!"

"Alright, bye."

I started my car, and that fuzzy feeling was back. Every time he says "I love you", I get all warm inside even though I know he doesn't mean it seriously. We laugh, we kid, we flirt with each other, but all this has been going on for years. And last time I checked, we were still just friends.

As I drove home, I wondered what news could possibly excite him so much. We have been e-mailing each other for the past year. At first we sent each other e-mails every single day, but with our hectic schedules, they lessened to three or four per week. And those letters were what lightened up my day. I'd talk about stuff happening back here so he doesn't miss any gossip when he comes back; he would tell me what new things he encountered in Chicago. I love the relationship we have with each other, I could tell him anything, and he won't judge me for it. Unlike most girls, guys don't get all clingy and force private thoughts out of your mouth. He's always so patient, and knows exactly what to say to make me feel better. I try to be the same friend to him as he is to me, but I still think he is better at this kind of stuff!

After parking my car, I headed towards my apartment. Upon shutting my front door safely behind me, my house phone rang.

EPOV

I could hardly contain my excitement. This was something I've always wished for!

After I received the news, the first thing that came to mind was: CALL BELLA. I wasn't surprised by my train of thought actually, because I tell Bella everything.

Bella and I have been good friends since college. We were partners in the lab, stuck by each other in hallways or annoyed each other to death on a regular basis. People always thought we were dating. But the truth was, we never were…or were we? I shook my head, getting rid of that thought.

After we graduated, we applied to the same hospital. Fortunately, we both got in. It wasn't long before we heard that the hospital was going to assign us in teams to work more efficiently. I ended up being the leader in my group, and Bella became my assistant. I only know a few of my teammates, like Jessica Stanley and Mike Newton, since I came to Chicago to learn some new stuff not long after our team was formed.

Pulling myself back to reality, I took a look at the time, and decided to call Bella again.

"Hey, you got home" I said softly.

"Yeah, I just walked in the door. Did you set up a video camera in my house somewhere?" She joked.

"Haha, very funny. And for your information, no I didn't."

"So start talking about your big news!" I could hear water running in the background.

"You do remember my adviser? Well, he said I have been doing extraordinary well!"

"Really? So does that mean you could finish more quickly and be able to come home sooner?"

"Uh, no hon. They told me I was good enough to qualify for their advanced program! Can you believe it?" I burst out since I could no longer contain my satisfaction any longer.

"That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, I knew you'd be as happy as I'd be. And the other thing is…." I trailed off, not knowing how to tell her the downside of this situation.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass breaking and a shrill scream on the other end.

"What happened Bella? Are you alright? Bella!" I demanded.

"I'm….fine," she sniffed, "the mug fell while I was trying to wash it."

"Did you hurt yourself? How about I hang up the phone so you could clean up a bit?"

"No! I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm ok, I only need to clean up the shattered pieces. Wh-what was it you wanted to tell me?" I could still hear her sniffling on the other end. It was only a mug, why was she so sad over it?

"That can wait honey. Why are you crying?" I probed.

She hesitated.

"I think it was just the shock of shattering something wearing off. I'm good now." She answered slowly.

She was distracted. And she won't tell me what really shook her. Oh well, I definitely don't think I'm going to get anything out of her today, I should better let her off the phone and calm down.

"Bella, why don't you go clean up? I'll call some other time to talk, ok?" I persuaded gently.

"You promise you'll call? I hardly get any emails from you anymore….." I felt bad, and my heart quenched instantly. Just the thought of her small body sitting alone in the apartment and shaking with tears made me want to catch the next plane out of Chicago.

"I promise you. I'm just getting busier this month, but I'll try and work it out."

"Sorry, I'd didn't mean for it to sound so clingy, but I do miss you lots." We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I walked around my small apartment, worried about Bella. I noticed that our emails lessened over the weeks, too, and sometimes, I can't help but wonder if there is another guy in Bella's life perfect for her and I'm holding her up. But today, I noticed she was really distracted. She's clumsy yes, but that only applies to her feet, not her hands.

I have no idea how I'm going to tell her that I have to spend two more months here after my two years are up in Chicago. I could tell she was looking forward to me coming back to Seattle, and so was I.

BPOV

I shouldn't have let my emotions slip! The phone call three days ago constantly nags at me, and I can't seem to drop it for one second. That, and I just broke my favorite mug. I started picking up the pieces on the floor, putting it into a shoebox. I like to hold on to memories, and this mug…holds way too many memories.

Flashback

It was a chilly February afternoon, and all my friends had gone out with their boyfriends to spend the romantic holiday—Valentine's Day. I was bored, and I was lonely. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine without a boyfriend on other days, and I'm really looking forward to my Mr. Right. But when love is constantly in the air around you on this particular holiday, it gets sort of annoying. I started mopping the small house I share with my friend, and being the klutz I am, I slipped and fell face down.

Great, just wonderful. Now I have a heart-shaped wet spot on my shirt! This day just couldn't get any worse. I screamed in my head.

The doorbell rang.

I stomped to the door, determined to yell at whoever was there. I flipped the locks and opened the door.

Edward. Smiling. On my doorstep.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be spending more time with your dream girl on this particular day?" I asked wearily.

"Bad day huh?" he grinned, "and you are my dream girl, hon." He added jokingly..

"Yeah, right. Come on in. Oh, and watch your step. I was mopping the floor."

"So that explains why you've got such a cute shape on your shirt."

"You just had to remind me." I groaned. "What are you here for anyway?"

He handed me a medium sized box. "I saw this in the store the other day and thought of you."

I opened the box, and inside was a mug with half a heart printed on the side of it. The word "friends" was printed in what looked like a half-of-a-heart design.

"Uh….I'm not exactly sure what this is, but thanks anyway?"

He laughed. "I've got the other half of the heart on my mug. And I got the word 'best' on mine. We are supposed to put both of them beside each other so it looks like a full heart. I'll bring mine over next time."

I was touched by Edward's gift. He knew I'd feel awkward on this holiday, as I had been for every year. "Thanks Edward. This means a lot to me." I put my arms around him and hugged him tight to show my appreciation.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. I should get going though, Angela should be coming back any minute now, right?"

"Yeah, so I'll see you at dinner with the rest of our buddies then. Thanks again for your gift!"

As he walked out the door, he turned and said, "And Bella? You would be any guy's dream girl."

End of Flashback

I picked up the last broken piece and closed the shoebox. After putting it in the cabinet, I can't help but wonder what other news does Edward have yet to tell me. I've been a wreck for the last few days, all thanks to a phone call I received. I can only put it off until tomorrow, and then I'd have to give them an answer.

Being the coward I was, I went to bed early that night.

A/N:

I just thought of a better plot, so I decided to stop my other story, and add that story's ideas into this one.

Hope this story turns out better!

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