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Second Chance

"What exactly is she planning right now?"--Bella Swan, Chapter 21 banner by me :] banner by me :) What if Edward never returned when he first left Bella? Bella now has a second chance at love and life, but how exactly would her life be if Edward never returned? How would her life change when Edward comes back?


12. Swooned

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Chapter Notes: Okay, the last chapter you all were guessing which Cullen would arrive into this chapter, and now i will reveal who it is.

But first let's reveal the winner: Honestly only one person guessed right, well mostly. She named the Cullen who was going to be here, so for naming them she's the winner. Kate_Cullen congrats! :]] I will email you soon about what you have won.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I'm sure you Cullen lovers will.

Apologies who those that hated the vote from the past chapter, but the people wanted OptionB :P

Now onto the story: Enjoy!!

Chapter 12: Swooned
By: Etenitys_Charm

I hardly slept that night; memories evaded my mind. Vampires. Werewolves. Love. Hate. Rejection. Acceptance. Life. Loss.

It made me toss and turn on my bed. All the images popping into my head. Mostly the bad ones were the ones that made me lose sleep. Anything that involved them or what Jacob and I had talked about that afternoon.

I finally fell asleep around four, thinking about Connor.

I woke up three hours later. I rolled to my side, wanting more sleep, but got none. After twenty minutes of attempting sleep I decided to get up and went into the bathroom to shower.

Confused about why I was having insomnia that night, I lathered my body. It almost felt like my mind was trying to warn me about something. I never had such a memory filled night before.

I shrugged it off, blaming the conversation Jacob and I had as the cause for all of the memories running loose through my mind.

Angela was still asleep when I went down the steps to the kitchen to make myself some food. I guessed she was going to enter late to work today as well as me.

As I entered the kitchen, I checked the clock, it was eight in the morning, I had another hour before I had to head out for work.

I decided to make myself some strawberry pancakes with eggs. Once done I ate slowly, seeing as still had half an hour left.

Angela finally came around the corner, minutes before I finished my food.

"Morning," she said walking over to the refrigerator.

"Good morning," I said picking at my food, still a little drowsy.

She noticed, "you sound sleepless." She viewed me worried.

"I am." I made a face and gulped down my juice.

She grabbed the carton of milk and turned to me, "good thing it's only a half day at work for you, huh?" She smiled.

I nodded, "yep," I yawned, "but I still have to head over to meet Connor at the hospital, after he finishes his rounds." I explained, seeing the long day ahead of me, but I knew that once I saw Connor, all my sleepiness would fade.

"Drink lots of caffeine," Angela suggested pouring herself some of that caffeine.

"I will," I said, getting up, "well I've got to go, see you tonight." I placed the plate in the dishwasher and exited into a foggy and rainy Forks day.

It seemed to take forever to get to the teaching hospital where Connor was at. What with the maximum fifty miles per hour my truck did on the road. My truck was getting incredibly old. But I finally made it, minutes before his rounds where over.

I entered the hospital and at once nurses, who knew me from previous times I've visited Connor, greeted me warmly as I passed through the white and busy halls of the hospital.

Juliana, one of Connor's colleagues, told me where to find Connor, "you can walk in there, he's just talking to one of the new doctors at the hospital; he has been assigned to him." She instructed in the middle of pushing a small boy on a wheelchair to the play room.

"Thank you, Julie," I said to her and hopped into the elevator to the third floor.

Room 324 was where Juliana told me Connor would be. I searched for it until finally finding it.

I caught the last bit of the conversation Connor and the said Doctor were having, I didn't want to enter, so I listened in out in the hallway.

"I look forward to studying around you," I heard Connor say with much enthusiasm, "it really is an honor with a doctor with a background as great as yours." He said. "Honestly, I believe you look too young for all your accomplishments, but that's just me."

"Thank you, Connor," the doctor said. My heart skipped a beat to the doctor's voice; smooth, warm, and very familiar. "I look forward to working with you, too." The painfully familiar voice said to Connor. "I'm older than you may think."

My breathing became heavy and my heart became erratic. I wanted to run, not hear the beautiful voice any longer. Not see the source of the voice. But I couldn't move, and it was too late.

Connor stepped out of the room and spotted me leaning against the wall. "You made it, sweetheart," he smiled and kissed my cheek.

The doctor stepped out, too. My heart collapsed at his golden eyes and pale complexion.

The doctor stared at me with no sudden emotion, no change in his expression whatsoever when he saw me.

Connor didn't notice the way I reacted to seeing the doctor. "Dr. Cullen," he grabbed my hand, "this is my fiancée, Isabella." His smile was genuine and bright.

My smile was shaky and forced.

The doctor's smile was much like Connor's, "hello, Miss Isabella," there was a twinkle in his eye as he said my name.

I could barely speak, but I managed to choke up, "hello Dr. Cullen." I kept my eyes anywhere but his own.

He stretched out his hand, I didn't know whether to take it or run. I took it, not wanting to get any suspicion drawn on me. I could feel the coldness of his touch, it made me shiver. I had forgotten how cold they were. I was sure he could feel the blood surging through my veins.

Connor noticed my paled face, "Bella, are you feeling all right?"

My knees shook beneath me. I felt like I was about to collapse, I held on to the wall, trying not to slip. Barely managing to breath, I said, through shaking teeth, "I'm not feeling to well." My lips trembled and I felt instantly nauseous.

Connor immediately sat me on the exam table in the room he and Dr. Cullen had exited.

"Connor," the doctor said, "you have to go," he pressed his lips, "I can take it from here."

Connor hesitated but nodded, "Bella, I have to go, I'll be back in a few minutes, okay sweetheart." He kissed my trembling lips. Dr. Cullen acted as if he wasn't paying any attention to us, preparing himself with gloves for me, I knew he was, though.

I grabbed onto Connor's arm tightly.

He read the panic in my eyes, but misread it. "Don't worry, love, I'm sure you have nothing serious," he chuckled and turned to Dr. Cullen, "she's afraid of any operations and needles."

"I understand," Dr. Cullen said with his soothing voice.

Connor was about to exit, "this wasn't the first time this happened," he explained to the doctor about my condition, "it happened once before." Then he exited, leaving me with Dr. Cullen.

There were a few seconds of awkwardness, neither he nor I moved nor spoke. I stared at the floor's tiles, trying to regain some of my composer, I was still feeling shaken.

I dared look into his eyes, what in them was curiosity, I was sure he saw the same in mine-- that and shock. "Carlisle." I nodded.

"Bella." He replied as simply as I had.

My heart jumped, a small smile grew on his face. "I'm all right, you know." I tried to defend myself.

Carlisle looked at me, saw something wasn't right and shook his head, "Connor said this wasn't the first time this has happened to you." He began to write down the stats from my blood pressure and pulse. They were incredibly high. "And seeing as how your vitals are elevated, I'm certain you're not all right."

I looked at him, not really believing if he was here or not. But his cold touch on my head told me he was here. "You scared me, that's all." I said, wanting to hear what he'd say.

"I'm sure I did." He almost smiled. "If I knew you were coming I would have most likely evaded you to not have caused you this-- if I did cause this." He checked my vitals once more.

I waited until he was done with my second set of vitals. They seemed better. "I cause myself this." I explained.

"I still apologize." His golden eyes piercing. "Connor said this has happened before," he began to write again, "when, exactly, and do you know why?" He asked.

I thought about lying to him, but what good would that do me, and I had no other explanation to tell him. "Last week." I explained, "I saw Alice." I said. Didn't dare mention his name.

Carlisle stopped writing and looked at me, "Alice?" He wondered.

I was taken aback by his response, "yes." I said. "Is there a problem?"

He shook his head slightly, "no," he began, "well, yes. Alice isn't in the country, hasn't been for months now."

My stomach collapsed, maybe it was just another hallucination. "You haven't seen her?" I pried. I didn't understand why I was so uneasy by the thought of Alice being just another hallucination.

"Of course we have," I noticed he said we, "we saw her last week, she's planning to come back soon," he was beginning to reveal to much so he began to write more on the chart he was holding. "I'm sure it wasn't Alice whom you saw, Bella." He got medical again.

"I know it was," I was beginning to get stubborn.

Carlisle eyed me curiously. I pretended not to notice.

I wanted to ask how he was, but I knew I'd rather not know the answer. So I just said, "it's nice seeing you again, Carlisle," I smiled, I was actually happy to see him, "a shocker but I guess it would shut up my voices."

That grabbed Carlisle's attention, "voices?"

I nodded, "yes, they've been aggravating me these past couple of weeks." I shrugged, "it's mostly my subconscious, though, nagging at me. Mostly about you-- well your family." I began to feel like a nut, talking to Carlisle about my voices.

"How long has this been happening?" He asked seeming interested, "had this happened before."

"A couple of weeks now," I explained, "and no, just these past weeks." I turned the questions on to him, "why?"

"No reason," he just said.

I looked at him, but knew he would not reveal his hidden secret. So I pried for a little more information, "how long have you been in this town for?"

"Esme and..." it seemed liked he wanted to say another name but he said, "I have been here for a couple of weeks." I raised my eyebrows, around the time maybe when my voices appeared. "The others will arrive soon," he continued, maybe just to answer a next question I would have.

The others. Did that mean him, too? I didn't dare ask.

Connor walked in before I could ask Carlisle another question. He had relinquished the lab coat and name tag the students where meant to wear. Without delay he walked over to me, "how are you feeling, Bella?" He gently lifted my chin with his fingers.

"Much better," I beamed, "thanks to Dr. Cullen," I gave Carlisle a knowing smile.

Connor shook hands with Carlisle. "Thank you so much for treating her." He released Carlisle's hand, not noticing the coldness of them, " is she fit to go?"

"I'm sure she is," Carlisle said, "just over exhaustion can cause that," Carlisle made something up. "Just take it easy, Bella, and you'll be normal in no time." He said, taking off his gloves.

"Oh." Connor said, "well I'm glad she's better." He took my hand and kissed it like the perfect gentlemen he always was.

"Excuse me, I have more patients to see this evening," Carlisle said dismissing himself from the room.

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye before he flashed out the door. It was strange how easy it was to talk to Carlisle, if it was any of the other Cullens I was certain it would not have gone that smoothly.

"Want to leave and have dinner?" Connor offered, carrying me in his arms like I was some damsel in distress.

I giggled, "of course." I said kissing him softly in the mouth.

Exiting the door I looked around, hoping to see Carlisle one more time. Part of me wondered if my encounter with Carlisle meant I would soon see the rest of the Cullens. I half wished I would and half wished I wouldn't.

End Notes:

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