So encouraged by my newfound chattiness, my level of medication was drastically reduced and a television was brought into my room.

After three solid hours of soap operas, I flicked the TV off, and took out the journal that Dr. Turner had given me and began writing in it. I must have fallen asleep. The journal was now tucked away in the drawer of my nightstand, and Dylan was sitting by my side with a smoke hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he watched the TV without sound.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he commented lightly while stubbing out his cigarette in a glass. “Heard you had a breakthrough today.” He held his fist out to me and I tapped it lightly with mine, a small smile curving on my lips. His cheerfulness was almost contagious and reminiscent of Jacob before he got all freaky. Dylan was like My Jacob, not the New Jacob; that must be why I was so comfortable around him.

“How long have you been here?”

He glanced at his watch and rolled his eyes up in thought. “About three hours.”

“Why? Don’t you have other patients to take care of?”

“Already made my rounds. I’m done for the night. Wanna slip out for a bit?” he asked motioning out the window.

“Uh, we’re four floors up. I’m so not climbing out that window.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Silly woman. Not the window. Here.” He threw some scrubs at me. “Put these on.”

I contemplated it for about a second then ran to the bathroom and hastily dressed before joining him. He got us out of the building with ease and ushered me to his waiting, hulking motorcycle. The thing was massive and very intimidating.

“Bella, stop,” Edward’s velvety voice slid through my head, forcing my feet to still abruptly, my eyes actually glancing around in vain as I searched the parking lot for my angel's face. It had seemed so very real, but clearly something inside me was really broken. This was a real deal hallucination.

“You are not getting on that thing with him,” he scolded me and I couldn’t hide the smile. Not only did I get to hear his voice, but it almost seemed as if he cared what happened to me; and even better, he seemed jealous of this human man that was busting me out of my medical prison.