Dr. Edward Cullen has recently moved to Forks, Washington to work at the small hospital there. Bella Swan has recently fallen down a flight of stairs and ends up bedridden, at the same hospital. What happens when the doctor/patient attraction is just too much? What happens to Bella's boyfriend, Jacob?

Bella POV

"You really don't have to go…" Jacob pleaded with me, giving me his most pitiful puppy face. He used it now because it tended to get him what he wanted. I couldn't give in this time, Charlie needed to be fed. He couldn't cook himself cereal even if he wanted to. That's where I came in.

"I really do, Jacob. I'm sorry, Charlie needs-" I was cut off suddenly by Jacob lips crushing to mine in that warm, familiar way. My insides melted, but I managed to pull away after a minute. I loved Jacob a lot, he was the best boyfriend this town could offer, but sometimes I honestly did need to leave. He never seemed to understand. I stared into his eyes.

"It's not like I'm going away forever. I'll see you tomorrow, like I always do. Grow up!" I playfully smacked him, and he rubbed the spot, feigning pain.

"I know," He admitted, "But I miss you every moment you're gone. You're all I ever think about." His incredibly tan skin turned a shade darker under the porch light of his small reservation home. This made me almost stay with him, almost.

"I miss you too," I stretched on my tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. It was a difficult job, he was around seven feet tall and grew like a maniac. But Charlie will seriously die if I don't feed him. You know that. I have to hurry." On that note, I turned around to trot down the steps. "Love you!" I called behind my back.

"Love you too." He said glumly, pouting that I wouldn't stay. He would probably try to seduce me again if I had.

When I took the first slippery step, I knew something was wrong. My foot slipped out from under my body, and I went tumbling down, down, down. A searing pain shot through my leg, and I practically howled like a wounded animal. It was broken, for sure.

"BELLA!!" Jacob screamed and flew down the steps behind me. "Are you okay? Can you stand up?" He yelled like a maniac. I wasn't in the mood for his idiocy. I needed to see a doctor, with a quickness.

"NO JACOB, I CAN'T STAND UP!" I prevented myself from calling him a few bad names. "I need a doctor, fast." I panted.

"Okay, I'm going to pick you up and put you in the Rabbit. Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded and winced at the same time.

"Okay. 1-2-3." He picked me up easily and carried me to his homemade car. I used to brag about that to all of my friends back at school. My boyfriend Jacob built a car himself. I would say. It runs and everything. It's a real piece of handy work. They would just grunt, or in Mike's case, roll their eyes and mutter something unintelligible.

It was a twenty minute ride to the hospital. A twenty minute ride filled with agony. Every time the car hit a bump and nudged me leg out of position, I would whimper like a baby. Jacob held my hand and frantically asked me how I was doing every ten seconds. He also promised me we were almost there, every ten seconds.

When we arrived, I was put in a wheelchair and moved back to a small room with curtains that acted as walls. A nurse soon arrived at my bedside, and thankfully, gave me some pain medicine.

"Alright, we've done some x-rays on this leg and…. It looks pretty ugly, let me say. I can't really tell you all the specifics though." I winced internally at the next part. "You'll have to stay overnight so we can perform surgery tomorrow. No worries, it's not bad, you'll be as good as new eventually. Dr. Cullen will be in to see you soon."

"Thanks," I said a bit sarcastically. She didn't seem to notice.

"No problem, sweetie."

When she left, I laid down and tried not to move my leg. Practicing breathing correctly also seemed like a good idea. I didn't even look up when I heard a firm knock on my bedside table.

"Ms. Swan?" A velvety, beautiful voice asked. I now glanced up to see where the perfect sound came from. In front of me was easily the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. His unique bronze hair was tousled, and his eyes were the color of my favorite gem, topaz. Underneath his marble white skin were amazing muscles, he looked like Michelangelo's David in the flesh, only better. My heart stopped beating momentarily, but when it started up again, it was pumping furiously. Was he my doctor?

"I'm Doctor Cullen, Edward Cullen." He stuck out his perfect hand to shake. I took it immediately. Thank goodness he couldn't hear my heart fly.

"Nice to meet you," I earnestly said. He smiled, it looked like at a private joke or something.

"Likewise," He smiled down at me. "Let's take a look at this leg, shall we?" For the first time he seemed to notice I was wearing blue jeans. His brow furrowed.

"Well, I see they didn't give you a gown. I'll call Louise in to give you one. I'll be back when you are ready. And don't worry about time, take as long as you need. I'll wait for you all day if you need me to." He smiled, yet again, flashing a set of brilliant white teeth. He walked swiftly and gracefully out the door, leaving me speechless.

Soon after, the same nurse from earlier stalked in with a hideous hospital gown. She was no where near as graceful as Dr. Dreamy- uh, I mean, Cullen.

"I'm so sorry dear, I have no clue why I forgot to give this to you. Do you need help getting it on?"

I would die of embarrassment if that happened. "No, no. I can do it myself, thanks." I blushed, as it was.

"Okay sweetie, push that red button over there if you need me." She gestured to the control hanging off the side of the bed. Then, thankfully she left. I was halfway down with the process of getting my shirt off when Jacob barged in. I shrieked, almost forgetting that he existed.

"Oh, shit." He blushed and turned to leave.

"No, don't leave. It's okay." I ripped my shirt off anyway, it wasn't like he had never seen me in a bathing suit. It was practically the same thing. His jaw dropped to the floor, then he recovered. He moved slowly, then came and sat on the edge of the bed.

"How are we doing?" He asked, and leaned over to kiss me. In doing this, he caused my leg to move, causing me to yelp in pain.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, abruptly getting up, causing me to shriek, yet again.

"You're fine Jacob. I'm about to be taken care of soon, so don't worry about it." I said once I was recovered. Then I thought of something quickly to ease his guilt, I could see it plainly on his face. I couldn't believe I was actually saying this…

"Jacob, I need you to help me get my pants off," I held my palms in the air before he could get any stupid ideas. "Only because I can't do it myself. Understand?" He nodded quickly, and was at my side the next second, palms sweating. I unbuttoned them and zipped down the zipper. It made a noise that was loud in the comparably quiet room. I could hear my own heartbeat, and it wasn't reacting properly.

Shouldn't my heart have been going wild, considering that my boyfriend was taking my pants off? It remained to beat calmly, almost bored with the situation. It was nothing compared to how it had reacted when I saw Dr. Cullen. Maybe Jacob and I weren't… I couldn't finish the thought. Of course we were fine.

I was only in high school after all. Edward Cullen had to be in his twenties at least, he was working in a hospital.

Jacob was halfway done with my pants when I heard someone clear their throat. My face turned a brilliant shade of red when I realized Dr. Edward Cullen was standing in the doorway.

Here I was, Jacob trying to take off my pants, no shirt on, and a gorgeous male-model of a doctor watching. It was easily the most embarrassing day of my existence.