Don't own anything, but the amazin' plot!

As I sat outside of the hospital, I took a deep breath. Edward was in there fighting for his life, and it was all my fight; if I hadn't got angry at him, and left without another word. He wouldn't have gone after me; the drunk driver wouldn't have hit him head on. He would be at home, in his bed. Not on the stupid operating table, with a perished lung, he would have both of his legs, not just one. He would be safe. But because of me, he wasn't.

I let the tears fall, not brothering stopping them. Nothing would have helped this hurt, it cut far too deep. What would the rest of the Cullen's think? They had every right to hate me. I was the reason their son and brother was in this shape. Why couldn't I just listen to him? Because you were just being your hard-headed self, a voice, voiced inside of my head. The sad thing was, it wasn't my voice. It was Edward's, hearing that just made me cry harder. What if I ever got to hear his voice again? Would I ever hear him say I love you again?

Why wouldn't the questions stop?

Why wouldn't the tears stop? Not that I wanted them too.

Why couldn't I just gain the courage to go into the hospital? Oh, yeah, his family.

As I sat on the bench, letting the tears drown me, I felt someone sit down, and wrap their arms around me. "He's going to be okay, Bells." Emmett tried to reassure me, but instead made me cry even harder, if that were even possible.

I shook my head, turning my tearful glaze towards Emmett. "If it wasn't for me, he would be here." I sobbed.

"Don't talk like that, the surgery went great. He's in recovery now, mom is with him." He whispered, tightening his arms tighter around me, he slowly, and ever so light, started rooking us. I let him confront me; I didn't deserve it, but craved it. At least one Cullen didn't hate me. That was a plus, right?

I pulled away from Emmett, and started running. Where? I didn't know, but I couldn't be there, not now.

I ran until I couldn't breathe, my lungs burned, knees had to fight to stay upright, but only slowed. Ever stopping until I found myself in our park, sitting on our bench. It overlooked Lake Washington.

I always loved the way the moon nestled in the sky, shining down on the lake was a beautiful thing, breath-taking, really. But without Edward here with me, it didn't have the same affect. Not without, Edward; though nothing seems to be the same without him.

Knowing that I wouldn't be found here, I pulled my knees up to the chest. I stared into nothing, just remembering all the times we had together.

Flashback:

We were in the ten grade when he finally gained enough courage to ask me out. He had it all planed out, he was to take to our stop, and ask me out, and ask me to be his girlfriend.

"You Ready, Bells," his voice was hoarse, almost painfully. Okay, it sounded like it took everything out of him to get those words out.

Giving him a pointed look, I shook my head. "No, you're sick, we are taking you home!" I exclaimed, firm, but softly. Knowing that whatever he wanted to do was big, but we couldn't risk his health.

Shaking his head, he tried to act like he was fine; but done a horrible job at it. I grabbed his hand, leading him to his car, putting him into the passage side, and then going around to the driver's side, getting in, and headed towards the Cullen's household.

"Bella," Emmett boomed, seeing me walking though the threshold. Edward winched from beside me. In the five minute drive to the Cullen's Edward seemed to be getting worse.

I hushed Emmett as I helped Edward into the house, and told him to go get his father, finally getting Edward up the stairs, and into his bed. Carlisle was walking through the door; within five minutes Carlisle inform us that Edward was suffering from the flu.

Everyone left us alone; Edward pulled me down onto the bed; wrapping his arm tightly around me, as I ran my fingers though his hair. He closed his eyes in contentment, humming in pleasure.

Slowly his eyes fluttered opened, looking up at me though his lashes. "This isn't how I planned this; I was going to take you to our spot to ask you. But as you can see, that can't happen right now. And I can't wait any longer; I can't waste any more time." I grew confused; he couldn't feel the same way, could he? No of course not! That's just crazy. "I really like you, B. No, I think I'm in love with you; I can't keep it in any longer. I know you probably don't feel the same way, but I had to let you -" his voice turning into a whisper at the last part. How could he think that I didn't feel the same way? Come on, look at him! I silenced him, smashing my lips to his, not caring if I got get. It would have been worth it. Just to feel his soft lips on mine.

End of Flashback

We had been together since, and that was two years ago. Now he is in the hospital because of me. Fighting for his life, I'm not stupid. He may have gotten though the surgery, but he still had a long ways to go. I mean, he would never walk normal again… because of me. With that realization I started crying heart wrenching sobs.

Edward's POV:

What is that beeping? I asked myself, the last thing I remember was running out of my house after Bella. Then the rest was blank.

Where am I?

What Happened?

Where's Bella?

I had the questions, but sadly no answers. Not one. Slowly I started hearing voices, but not the voice I wanted to hear.

"Edward, honey?" my mom called out to me, but she sound far off. I tried to answer her, but my eyes wouldn't open, and my mouth wouldn't move. What was going on? Why couldn't I move?

I WANTED ANSWERS!

A/N

I know, I know two stories, really? No, this is only going to be a three-shot and maybe a four. I was going to make it a one- shot, but I am WAY too sleepy to continue. Plus, I'm on drugs for my foot right now, and fighting sleep probably isn't a good thing to do. But, I'll see you guys tomorrow!

Lots of LOVE,

SunShine1794 =-)