Ohai. How are you? I am a suckish updater who was accosted by a plot bunny. This is the result.

This story was inspired by the real life tragedy of an acquaintance.

The song, "Whatever's On Your Mind" by Gomez, goes through my mind when I think about this story. Here's a nice live version: http : / / www .youtube .com/watch?v=LvKGt05DOE0 (remove spaces)

The chapters are shortish. POV varies, but will be obvious. The plan is to update on Saturday and Tuesday. Twelve chaps are written already. Thanks for taking the time to read.

Also thanks to myheroin1. xoxo

The world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. What happens to her characters here is my fabrication.

Every part of my body hurt. What the hell happened? I searched my memory for answers, inhaling deeply and noting the distinct smell of hospital. The lights were lowered, and there was beeping coming from some contraption above my head.

Why was I here?

"Bells? Are you awake, baby girl?"

"Give her a second, Chief. Bella? Can you squeeze my hand?" A huge hand engulfed my own.

Charlie. Emmett.

I squeezed with my left hand, and noticed that I couldn't move my right. I groaned, because that could only mean one thing. A cast.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice cracking, my throat dry. I focused my eyes on the familiar sights of my father and my good friend. I kept trying to come up with answers, but my mind was blank.

Charlie looked to Emmett, who just looked down at the floor. They both looked uncomfortable. Charlie reached his hand up to stroke his bushy mustache, avoiding my eyes. It was Emmett who finally spoke.

"B, what do you remember? Can you remember where we were today? What day it is?"

I thought about it for a second. Things were kind of hazy. Emmett's thumb ran across my ring finger, and something felt weird. My rings! They were gone! Then things began to tumble in place, bit by bit followed by a deluge of memories that forced a sound from me I had no idea I could make. It was a loud, long, almost inhuman like cry.

"We were at the lake… Jet skis. Oh my God! We crashed! Where is Peter? Where is he? Shit, Emmett! There was something in the water! I hit something! Daddy? What happened? God! Is Peter okay?"

Both men stood there, my dad smoothing my hair and Emmett holding my hand. Neither said anything as my eyes bounced frantically from one man to the other. Emmett turned around and pulled up a chair, settling his oversized body into the ubiquitous vinyl-upholstered seat.

"You remember right, B. There was an accident. There was a submerged log. You had no way of knowing it was there. When you hit it, it caused you to lose control and crash into Peter, who was up ahead of you."

Emmett stopped, clasping both of his hands around mine and looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"No," I whispered. "No, no, no-"

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I tried as hard as I could-"

"No! Emmett, tell me he's in surgery, or has been taken to Harborview on the helicopter, or-"

"Bells," Charlie said in a soft voice, "Emmett tried, he and Rose both, but he was already gone, honey." He had tears as well, and his hand shook as he continued to stroke my hair.

"No! He can't be gone! We have only been married two weeks! We just bought the practice!"

Then I began to feel nauseated as I looked at two of the strongest men I knew. They were both crying.

"I killed my husband," I said in a voice barely audible.

"Oh, God, no, honey! B, it was an accident! A horrible accident!" Emmett exclaimed.

"Bells, it was a twenty foot log caught in a snag just below the water. There was no way of knowing it was there. It wasn't your fault!"

My head began to pound as I scrambled to sit up. "Gonna puke," I gasped between sobs.

Emmett handed me a basin just in time for me to empty my stomach. He then held my still-damp hair as Charlie rubbed my back. I lay back in the bed while Charlie went to the sink to wet a washcloth for my face. Emmett pressed the call button and told them to bring in something. I remembered thinking that he was a pediatrician, not a big people doctor. I must have said that out loud, because he gave my hand a pat and a squeeze to reassure me.

I cried into the washcloth, its cool dampness not really a comfort at all. Peter was gone?

I felt the side rail of the bed lower and my daddy sat next to me and held me while I continued to cry. Emmett told me that he got some nausea medicine to settle my stomach. I looked up to see him injecting it into my IV line.

"Is that safe?" Charlie asked. Emmett nodded and sat back in the too-small chair.

Emmett reached out and touched my leg through the rough cotton blanket. He quietly slipped into doctor mode. "You have a broken arm and hit your head pretty hard. You have a few stitches there. Everything else is pretty normal."

Charlie raised his head to Emmett, some clearly concerned looks passing between them. I watched the silent exchange.

"What else? What other thing can you possibly be not telling me?" I asked. Charlie's arms tightened around me and Emmett looked from my eyes to my dad's, then back to me.

"Bella, I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you didn't know," Emmett began.

"What do you mean, Emmett? Didn't know what?"

"B, you're pregnant."

See y'all Tuesday. Thanks again for reading.