I watched, helplessly, as Charlie talked to the doctor. I was currently laying on the hospital bed with five cords attached to me and a plaster cast up to my thigh on my left leg. Words like, paralyzed, long-term, and forty-thousand dollars were being thrown around. It was easy to tell Charlie was getting worked up. "What do you mean; it's going to cost twenty-thousand dollars just for the exam to see if she can ever heal?" Charlie's voice rose as he spoke. "She was in a car accident with a semi truck, whose driver was drunk and the company refuses to pay because they fired him earlier in the day, and you're telling me that you can't do anything without money?"

"I'm sorry Chief, but she can't stay here unless you can pay the bills." Doctor Griffith said before leaving the room. Charlie took a seat on the edge of my bed and I watched as tears leaked down his face. The silent tears turned into sobs and there was nothing I could do except cry silently. My vocal cords had been torn in the accident along with the many other things wrong with me. I could talk if I really wanted to, but the pain was too great.

Pain set in as the medication wore off and I knew Charlie couldn't afford anymore then what was already given. He had fallen asleep slumped against the bed as I suffered. I closed my eyes briefly to try and relax, hoping to ease the pain, but was jolted from the little peace I got by an ice cold feeling on my forehead. My eyes shot open to see a white arm attached to the object on my head. As I followed the arm with my eyes, I was met by crimson eyes that seemed to glow. The eyes seemed familiar, but I could not place who they belonged to since the room was dark.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to sound calm. The only response was silence. "At least turn the damn light on so I can see you if you're not going to tell me," I demanded and was surprised to see the room light up. Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness, they found the figure touching me. Jasper Whitlock stood in front of me in ripped jeans and a torn shirt, bright red eyes, and the most unnerving smile I've ever seen. "Jasper," escaped my lips.

"Isabella," he drawled. "Look at you, all beat up and mangled."