He Said

A/N: Well, here's my first story! I'm pretty happy with it. There will probably be some grammatical errors in it, so if you notice any, please say something! I appreciate reviews, and constructive criticism is accepted.

General Plot line: Bella is in in a Coma. She can't see, but she can hear, feel, and sense everything that's going around her. Edward is her best friend and basically this is what goes on in her mind when she is in a Coma.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, except maybe the plot. Everything else basically belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Why was it dark? I couldn't see? Was I blind? I heard a soft sound of a door being opened and closed.

"Bells? Why are you lying on the ground?"

I knew that voice anywhere. It was Edward, my best friend. I tried to move my legs and arms, they wouldn't.

What's the matter with me?

I tried moving my lips to talk, they wouldn't.

Did something happened?

My mind started to freak out.

"Bella!" I could tell that there was an edge of concern in his voice. Should there be?

The air around me moved and I felt someone kneeling besides me.

Edward?

I tried to speak, nothing came out.

"Bells!?" He sounded frantic now, shaking me. I had no control to stop him, no arm to comfort him.

"Carlisle!" He said with relief. There was pause. "N-no, it's Bella. She wont respond to me nor move." It sounded like he was sobbing. Edward never cried.

Another pause, I felt pressure on my neck.

"Yeah, t-there's a pulse." He took a deep breath.

"I don't know. She's in sort of of an o-odd p-p-position. It's scaring me Carlisle."

I felt his hand on my chest. What was he doing?

"N-n-nothing to bad. H-h-her arms are in a weird position, and so is her s-s-spine."

He was shaking. Was I that bad?

"O-okay," He said. "Hurry up!"

I heard nothing else after that, except his sobbing. He was losing it. I wanted more than anything to reach up and tell him not to worry. That he doesn't need to fret over someone like. . .me.

It felt like hours to me, but I guess it was only a few minutes. I hear, what sounds like, a car, almost at full speed, and then, a loud screeching of breaks. I would flinch if I could.

I felt hair in my face, hair in my mouth. Was it Edward's? I couldn't tell. Arms moved around me, like he was hugging me.

"Edward."

Carlisle.

"Edward," He repeated again, his voice full of pity and sadness.

I don't need pity.

"You have to let go."

"No," he mumbled

Oh Edward.

I felt a soft movement above me. If I asked him. . .he would, I thought. Edward would do anything for me. He knew me better than anyone else in the world.

"Edward, please, she needs our help, you want her to be normal again don't you?"

Normal.

His breath faltered. And then another movement, like the one before. And then, the hair disappeared and his arms left me.

No! I thought. Don't leave me.

I felt another pair of strong arms around me, and then I felt myself being lifted in the air.

Where were they taking me?

A sound of a door opening, I was now released from the strong arms holding me. I feel something soft underneath me, but my head was on something hard.

Was it on Edwards lap? Someone's hand was stroking my hair, yes, I figured.

We started moving.

We're in a car.

It wasn't long before that I felt myself being picked up by the same strong arms and carried, quite hurriedly.

A smell hit me as soon as I heard the doors open.

It was blood.

Strong, intense . . . we're in a hospital. I knew it. It made sense.

"We have an emergency!" Came Edward's rushed voice.

"What's the patience name?"

"Is that really important right now?" Edward's voice demanded.

"Isabella Swan," Carlisle answered.

"What's the current situation with the patient?"

"We don't know, when and how, but she wont move and wont talk, her eyes wont open, but she has a pulse."

"Mhhm, and what are you in relation to her?"

"We're her-"

"I'm her fiancé,"

WHAT!? Edward. . .

When I get to my regular self again, I'm going to make sure he's in the hospital.

I could only imagine the look on Carlisle's face.

"Okay, we'll send her to room 12, it's the last room on the right. A doctor should already be in there."

I was being lifted into the air again. But this time, I knew where I was heading.

I'm now being lowered onto a soft surface, a bed? I could only guess.

I soon felt something cold on my chest, I would of jumped.

And then someone was holding my hand.

"We'll . . . it has come to my observation that, I'm sorry to say, your fiancée is in a coma."

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