Bella's POV
I could believe. what had just happened. Dad and Jasper had gone out for some bonding time.
and now we were in the hospital, waiting for the news if they were alive or not.
They had been in a terrible car accident, the whole family- Rose, Emmett, Edward and I- came in when we got that horrible call.
After hour after painful hour, the doctor came out of the OR and into the waiting room. We all jumped up at the same time, eager to hear the news. The doctor didn't look defeated, so that was a good sign.
"Cullen family?"
"That's us." we had all been crying, an we were sure he could see that.
"They're stable, but they're...very, very serious. There was some...brain damage...to both..." he sighed. "Your father is paralyzed from the waist down and your brother is blind...their abilities will return with time, but..."
"But...?" I felt like my breath had been taken from me.
"Right now, they can't talk, and they might not understand some of what you say. Their brains suffered some...extensive damage. They're...a bit like two or four year olds right now, is how the patient usually reacts."
"W...What about their other injuries...?"
"They both had internal bleeding and some fractures, both had a punctured lung. minor spinal fractures, broken shoulders, collarbones..."
"Can we see them?"
"Y...Yes...they're in the ICU. They're in very serious condition..."
We just nodded, and followed him back to the rooms. Emmett and Rose went to Jasper's room, while Edward and I went to see Dad.
I was...taken aback, for sure, when I saw him.
He had almost every tube imaginable in him-a drain portruding from his head, a tube in his side to inflate his lung, at least three iv's, he was on oxygen, and he had another drain from his stomach. He was wrapped up almost everywhere that we could see, the exception being his face and his arms from the elbow down. To be honest, I was terrified. How had my father gone from being absolutely fine and now in a hospital bed, barely hanging on?
I just shook my head and sat down, taking his hand in mine. I had made up my mind: there would be no crying in his room. If he woke up, and saw us crying, he could get scared. His blood pressure could go up, his pulse...
"Bella?" Edward was smiling a little bit. "He's lookin' at you."
When I looked up, Dad had one eye open, trying to focus on my face, his head turned to me. "Hey, Daddy." I gently lay my other hand on his cheek, still holding his hand. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead- what wasn't covered in bandages, anyway. "Do you know what happened?"
He looked down, trying to think, to remember, but then he looked back up and me and shook his head.
"You were in a really bad car accident." I stroked his cheek. "But you're alive, and you're going to get better. You're paralyzed from the waist down, but the doctor said that would get better in time."
He just closed his eyes in response. I knew he would be exhausted, and I didn't expect to talk to him long.
"Dad, I love you. No matter how this comes out, I'll always love you, and so does Edward."
"We're here to support you every step of the way." Edward took his other hand. He jumped a little, not knowing Edward was there. "Shhh. It's just me." He kissed his forehead where I just had. "I love you too, Dad."
He just smiled a little before he fell asleep again.
