A/N: Okay, I've come to the conclusion that I can't write a Twilight story without Bella being in some random accident. Due to the fact that I didn't know what that accident was when I wrote this chapter, full details will be in chapter 3. Please Review!
Disclaimer: I still dont own the hottness that embodies the Cullens, or the luckiness of Bella
The glaring red lights of the ambulance were the only things that could be seen from under my closed eyelids, and the siren drowned out the only sound I wanted to hear, his voice, the only one that mattered
The glaring red lights of the ambulance were the only things that could be seen from under my closed eyelids, and the siren drowned out the only sound I wanted to hear, his voice, the only one that mattered. The cold tore through me like a knife, that horrible echoing emptiness that meant I was losing too much blood.
"Edward" I said his name through clenched teeth, opening my eyes into slits and staring wildly around for his frame. He might have answered, but I heard nothing but the shrill shrieks of the world around me. My heart flew into a frenzy, if he wasn't here, if the key to my forever couldn't be found…
As soon as I was done thinking it, I felt the cool chill of his skin on mine, so close, so electric. His fingers held mine, tight and steady, but careful, careful because if he forgot his strength even for a moment, my hand would be nothing but dust, I wasn't worried though, Edward Cullen would never hurt me.
"Bella" his lips were so close to my ear now that they penetrated the chaos. The hand that wasn't clutching mine, stroked my hair and I looked up to see his clenched jaw and perfect features, twisted into a mask of pain and fury.
"It's so cold" my voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it all the same and wrenched himself away from me so that his ice cold limbs no longer touched mine. "No" I half screamed, reaching desperately for him, suddenly frantic. I was vaguely aware that I was moving, shifting slowly away from him and I couldn't let him leave me.
"shh" he was by my side once more, keeping pace easily with the men guiding the stretcher "I'll be here" and without letting go of me he talked to the paramedics, apparently convincing them to let him ride along, and he leapt in to the back with me rolling clumsily at his side. They closed the doors then, blocking out the roars of the gathering crowd and the unceasing hum of the alarm.
The cold was getting worse, gliding over me, burning with its intensity and I shivered violently. My hands were trembling in Edward's grasp and I convulsed suddenly as the cold crept its way to my lungs. I couldn't breathe, my eyes blurred, and Edward's perfect face wavered in my sight. My hands flew to my throat, shaking uncontrollably as they tried anything to let air in.
"Bella" Edward begged, grasping at my shoulder, holding me down as my back arched in fright and pain. "Bella, love, hold on" I tried to stay conscious, fought to stay with him, to do what he asked, but there was no hope. My head was so light I felt like it could disconnect from my body at any minute and my eyes needed to close. And then everyone vanished, the busy paramedics, the small box filled with medical supplies and ominous beeping machines, and most importantly, my angel.
I was moving fast, and the shouts of many detached people assaulted my ears. I struggled to see, my hands jolting to my eyelids as if to pry them open. "What's happening?" the words were choked and dry. I knew whose answer I was waiting for, but it was Charlie who said, scared and out of breath,
"Its okay honey, you're at the hospital"
"How? Why?" I couldn't remember anything except Edward's velvety voice telling me to hold on.
"sir, sir" It was a nurse speaking now "we're taking her into surgery, you need to stay back"
I was genuinely scared now, the numbing mask of sleep quickly disappearing. "Wait, please, tell me what's going on?" I tried to shout, to make my voice sound authoritative, but it was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
The gentle reassurances of the nurse did nothing to calm me, I needed Edward, needed his cool touch to sooth the agony that was reappearing in my tired body, but he was not there, he had broken his promise. The thought made my heart pound and my stomach churn. Edward had promised; Edward never broke his promises.
The tears welled in my eyes before I even knew what was happening, and then the bleach white hallway vanished, the doors closed, and I was being led into the operating room.