A/N: So this is my new story. Thanks to all who have been reading False Advertisement! As that one is about to wrap up, I thought I'd start this one. For those reading FA, the last chapter will be posted soon followed by the epilogue.

I am going to try and update this one every week if not then every other week. I have a few chapters pre-written, so that's good. I am really excited about this one.

A little about this story, each chapter will recap the last and I am going to try and include a song verse at the top of each chapter to set the mood. Also there are going to be four Flashback chapters mixed in between the regular chapters up until chapter six because some things in the past will need to be visited. You'll know when it's a Flashback chapter.

I hope you all like this one. This is going to be Edward's story to tell, so most of it, if not all will be from his POV.

I've been searchin', wonderin', thinkin'
Lost and lookin' all my life
I've been wounded, jaded, loved and hated
I've wrestled wrong and right
I've been readin', writin', prayin', fightin'
I guess I will be still

Waiting sucked.

I considered myself to be a patient man, but not when it came to this.

I was not patient in this instance and waiting fucking sucked.

I didn't know how else to describe it. Hospitals always bothered me; which was ironic since my father is a doctor, but I never liked hospitals.

Even as a kid when I would come visit my dad, the smell of the hospital would always make me want to gag. All these years later, the smell was still the same.

So it wasn't a big shock to my father when I didn't go into the medical field when I went to college. Scrubs and scalpels were not for me, as my hands were not meant to cut open human flesh; they were meant to play music.

So there I was in the hospital wanting to gag. I had already lost so much in this hospital and being here again brought it all back for me.

I got up from the chair that I had been sitting in for the better part of an hour and walked over to the bed. As I looked down at her, I was surprised at how small she looked. I ran my hands through her auburn ringlets and watched her as she breathed. I touched her cheek as she hugged her stuffed bunny close to her chest.

My little Lizzie.

She was only six years old and she was my entire world. It had been just her and I since the day she was born and from that moment she had always been daddy's little girl. From the moment they placed her in my arms for the first time she had me wrapped around her little finger and not much as changed over the years.

About a week or so ago, she came down with some bug. She had a nasty cough and she was always so tired. I had gotten really concerned when she didn't want to eat and spiked a fever. I had taken her to the doctors but when the medicine that was prescribed to her wasn't working and her symptoms worsened, I brought her to the hospital, which is where we have been since last night.

I had called my dad at two in the morning to ask him what I should do and when he suggested that I bring Lizzie in, my heart sank. My father met us in the ER, which calmed my nerves. My father was the Chief of Staff at Forks Memorial Hospital, but considering that was a smaller hospital, he advised me to take Lizzie to Olympic Medical Center in Port Angeles. My blood ran cold when he suggested we go there because of all that happened in that same hospital so many years ago, but I had to think of what was best for Lizzie. My dad had privileges at Olympic so knowing he was there made it easier because I knew Lizzie would be well cared for.

When we first got to the hospital, Lizzie was admitted and the next morning she had to have many tests done. Each one after the next broke my heart. When the nurse came to take blood from her small arm, I held in her in my arms and sang to her. I always sang to her to calm her down after she had a nightmare, it was the only thing that would make her stop sobbing.

I watched her, as she lay asleep.

"Daddy?"

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?" I asked as I sat down on the bed next to her.

"When can we go home daddy?"

"Soon angel. As soon as the doctor's find out what's making you not feel well and get you some medicine then we can go home." I said as I kissed her small hand.

"I miss Buttercup." She said referring to her rabbit. I wasn't thrilled about have a real live rabbit in my house, but Lizzie loved the fur ball so I tolerated it.

"I'm sure Buttercup misses you too, but he'll be waiting for you when you get home."

She deeply sighed and then looked up at me again. "Is Grandpa here?"

"Yeah, Grandpa's here, he'll be here soon to see you."

She let out a deep sigh and clutched her stuffed bunny in one hand and held my index finger in her other tiny hand.

"And Nana, is she here?"

"Nana will be here later this afternoon."

"Okay daddy," she said. "Daddy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I'm so sleepy."

"Then you sleep angel," I said to her. "Daddy will be here when you wake up." I said as fought back my tears.

My heart was breaking.

I felt so helpless.

She drifted off to sleep again.

"Edward?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw my dad in the doorway. He motioned for me to come out in the hall. I kissed Lizzie's hand and quietly walked out in the hallway.

"Hey dad, are the results in?" I asked. "Do you know what's wrong with her?"

"Yeah son they are," he said as he held up Lizzie's chart. "I asked Dr. Hunter if I could be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what?" I asked. "Dad please, what's wrong with my little girl?"

"I'm so sorry son. Lizzie has Leukemia."

With those three words, my whole world fell out from under me.

I hate hospitals.

Aww, how much do you already love Lizzie?

She is very much Daddy's girl.

Don't worry; I am very much a HEA writer so bear with me.

I know this chapter was short, the others will be longer.

So what did you think? Want more?

Chapter two will post in a couple hours, yes two chapters in one day!

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