I have decided to put the outtakes for Before Her Last Breath in their own story because some of you are not on the forum. (Though, you should be.) This way I can add more when I think the story needs it, and when you ask nicely. Want to see a part of the story in someone else's POV? Just ask. I might do it. ;)

This is from Bella's POV from when she first meets Edward. Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight.

I knew something was wrong with me, but when I wouldn't stop bleeding after I accidentally cut myself the other day; I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Trying my best to ignore the blood, I drove myself to the hospital, knowing the route by heart. I am not the most graceful person around, so as soon I moved here, I familiarized myself with important places, like the hospital.

Charlie was fishing yesterday…like always, so I was alone…like always. I go from living with Renee, and being left behind as she chases one crazy scheme after the next, to living with Charlie who makes a silent monk seem like Oprah.

And, on top of it all, I was forced to move to Forks, the tiniest, rainiest, dreariest town in America, near the end of my senior year. So, yep, I pretty much have zero friends which is always super fun at lunch time.

Today, I have to go back to the hospital for a MRI, and I was told right before I left last night that they might have to keep me there for a couple of days. I know this has to be so much more than a cut on the finger! Just the thought of yesterday, of my finger bleeding profusely, makes me feel faint.

I can't breathe, my throat's closing, come on Bella, think of something else…mmmm, Dr. Cullen.

Dr. Cullen and his beautiful head of blonde hair, what a thought! He can't be more than thirty, and he is completely swoon-worthy.

When he came to examine me yesterday, I must have looked like a complete idiot. I'm surprised I didn't drool. I did though, like always, blush when he touched my hand. I blushed a lot yesterday now that I think about it.

I am pulled out of my daydreams when I turn into the parking lot. I pull my monstrosity beast of a truck into a parking spot, and hop out, locking the doors behind me.

I walk into the waiting room, bracing myself for the normal five hour wait of any hospital.

"Hello again, Ms. Swan," a voice as sweet as honey says from behind me the moment I am through the doors.

I spin around, and come face to face with the blond Adonis himself. Man, he's one quiet walker. I didn't hear him coming at all!

"Hi," I manage to meek out.

He smiles at me, and I can feel my face start to heat up. Damn this stupid blush!

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Umm…sure," I say, not sounding very sure at all.

"Alright," Dr. Cullen replies, "one moment, please."

He walks around the nurses' station, disappearing from my sight, and when he comes back, he's pushing a wheel chair in front of him.

You have got to be kidding me.

He's not.

"Here is your ride Ms. Swan," he says with a smile.

"Ok," I answer with a sigh. I turn around, letting my body fall into the chair. As soon as I am settled, Dr. Cullen turns and whisks me down the hall. He pauses at the elevator after pushing the up button.

While waiting for the elevator, he asks me. "So, I never found out how you cut yourself yesterday."

The door dings open before I even open my mouth, and Dr. Cullen wheels me into the small space.

"I'm a huge klutz," I say once the doors close, "and I really should not be allowed around anything with a point, not even safety scissors."

"So, what did you in?" He asks as the door opens and he pushes me out.

"A butter knife," I pause, smiling despite myself. "I was making a sandwich," I end lamely.

"Well," he says, trying to hid the amusement in his voice. "You don't mind me asking what kind of sandwich it was, do you?"

"Umm…no, I don't mind," I say. "It was a PB & J."

"PB & J?" He says. It sounds like a question.

I laugh. "Yeah, you know, peanut butter & jelly."

"Well, I have never known anyone to have such a serious injury from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," he replies with a small laugh as he opens the doors at the end of the hall.

I can't help but chuckle again. It feels good; I can't remember the last time I actually laughed. I sigh, wiping my eyes, and I look around at my surroundings, glancing up from the chair…

OH MY GOD!!!

The man in front of me is absolutely gorgeous. He is perfection; I can't think of a better word to describe him. He is pale, like Dr. Cullen, but his hair is brownish-reddish, the nearest color it resembles would have to be bronze. It is in perfect disarray. He has a strong Romanesque nose and you could grate cheese on his jaw line. Not to mention, his full pouty lips puckered up on his face. His intense gold eyes are burning holes into me, and he looks kind of pissed off and hungry at the same time, making me a little uncomfortable.

"Hello," I say so quietly he might not have even heard me. I avert my eyes to my lap, and I can hear my heart beat pick up. He literally makes my heart beat faster!

"Bella," Dr. Cullen directs at me, "this is my son, Dr. Edward Cullen. He will be giving you your MRI this afternoon."

Son?!? What? How is that even possible? Oh, God, Daddy Cullen has nothing on his Sonny Boy here.

Carlisle finishes his introductions. "Dr. Cullen, this is Bella Swan."

After a moment, he finally speaks. "Well, umm, why don't we get started?"

His voice, oh my goodness, his voice, it's like sexy smooth warm melting butter. But, it's better. I don't have the words to describe it. It's too good.

"Ok," I finally say. I am so lame.

I peek back up. Yep, he's still beautiful.

Mmmm…Edward…you are just what a sick girl needs to feel good.

Let's get started!