A Prescription for Love

Chapter Three

New Story: This is different from the norm. In all of the stories that I've read or that I've seen, all of the characters are disgustingly perfect unless they are written with very clear flaws. This story is about love (um, duh! Look who's writing it. I'm the queen of romance), and finding it in the least likely place with the least likely person.

Secondly, I am truly, truly humbled at the reaction this story has received. A lot of you really relate to this Bella and her insecurities. I'm going to be perfectly blunt with you...This Bella, her insecurities and self-hatred, I can PERSONALLY relate to. I'm dealing with a lot of issues that she's working on. Luckily, I do not have a douchebag dad or co-workers like Bella. My friends are amazing and my family loves me immensely. I just don't love myself. I'm praying for my doctor to swoop in to love me like our sexy Doctorward.

Thirdly, thank you to Jennmc75 and Stephenie Masen for their AWESOME banners. You've truly captured the feeling of my story and I appreciate your creativity! I bow down to you for your computer prowess! I've been meaning to thank you but I keep forgetting. I remembered! WOO HOO!

Now, this story is based in a hospital. My medical training comes from...WebMD. I'm not a doctor, nor do I claim to be. I'm a music teacher who has a wild imagination and a penchant for all things Twilight (and with this story, added in a mix of ER! I loved Luca Kovac...) Which brings me to my disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. If was, I'd be rolling in the dough from her insane imagination that gave us Bella and Edward. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Three

BPOV

I rolled over and groaned quietly. Shit, my head hurts! But I was also confused. I fell on the concrete. I should be feeling the nasty ass cold ground on my body. I'm warm and toasty? I cracked open my eyes and noticed I was in an elegantly decorated room that was dimly lit. I sat up but promptly fell back onto the pillows.

"Easy there, Bella," came a quiet velvety voice.

"Where am I?" I asked as I rolled toward the voice. My eyes blinked and Dr. Cullen came into perspective. He was sitting next to me, looking very worried.

"You're in my guest room. You took a header on the el platform and fell unconscious," he said as he gently placed an icepack onto my forehead. I hissed. "Sorry."

"I've got to go," I said as I struggled up. "My dad..."

"Bella, you were unconscious for three hours. You've a nasty bump on your forehead and unfortunately, I had to suture you as well," he pouted.

"But, my dad...he needs help. He lost his leg and has difficulties moving around," I whimpered as I sat up finally, fighting a wave of nausea and dizziness. "He's probably bitching up to high heaven thinking that I abandoned him." I stumbled out of the bed and nearly face planted, again on the carpeting. But, I never met the ground.

"Will you stop squirming?" Edward snickered as he pulled me to his chest. "I should have brought you back to the hospital but I'm certain you didn't want Nurse Mallory caring for you."

"I'd rather become reacquainted with the concrete," I snarled.

"That's what I thought," he laughed. "Besides, you have a board certified ER physician caring for you."

"Dr. Cullen..."

"Edward. Are you suffering from memory loss?" he teased.

"No. It's just...crap...I appreciate you helping me...wait, how did I get back to your home?" I asked as he guided me to the couch and held the icepack to my head.