BPOV:
" Come down here!" my mother Renee called from down the bottom of the cliff. I had been climbing up this cliff for practically the whole day!
"Hold on!" I yelled back, "Let me take a quick picture." I pulled my digital camera. SNAP. I looked to see if it looked okay. It. Was. Perfect!
I didn't bother to put it back in my backpack, as I should have, I just stuffed it in the front pocket of my comfy jeans. "Coming!" I called down. I went over the edge and started climbing down-rope less- I have been doing this for years. Plus the cliff was slanted, it'll be too easy.
As I was just about to put my foot on a sturdy looking rock, I felt something fall out of my pocket. I looked to see my camera plummeting down to the ground. By reflex, my hand reached out as if to grab it from the ground, but I was far from the ground. Far from it.
I put my foot on the intended rock. Big mistake! The rock fell and I came rolling down. At times I bounced, I could feel bones breaking, but I was too in shock to feel the pain yet.
I felt like I'd been falling for hours instead of seconds. I was unconscious before I was ¾ of the way down
As I drifted, I dreamed. Where I was in all this chaos, I was happy, even peaceful. I was in Tennessee with my boyfriend Edward on the front porch of his house-in the middle of a meadow- no one around for miles and miles. The smell of honeysuckles filled the unpolluted air, bees buzzed desiccating flowers of pollen.
Edward held me and we talked and talked for hours and hours. All of a sudden I felt uncomfortable and stiff. I also felt like some one had just beat the living crap out of me.
I gasped and my eyes fluttered open. "Guys she's awake! Hurry, come on!" shouted a familiar voice. I heard rushing footsteps. I looked around me.
The room was a light greenish color, with a TV in the corner. I looked the other direction, looking at me from next to an opened door was my friend Eric Yorkie. The door opened a little bit more and in walked my best friend Alice, with tears streaked down her pixie like face.
Right on her heels was a very concerned Edward. "Oh, Bella!" he ran over to the side of my hospital bed. He started crying his emerald eyes were relieved and depressed at the same time. I laughed a bit, "What are you doing here? You came here all the way from Tennessee to see me?" he looked so pitiful, I started to rub his back.
"Well, your sister e-mailed us." Eric tried to explain, but stopped when he saw the sheer hatred in my eyes.
"Of course Rosalie would!" I hissed, "Because she loves me so much!" I spat the last word in anger.
"Actually Bella, she hasn't left your side since you've been here." Eric insisted. I raised my eyebrow in disbelief.
"Oh yeah!" I challenged, "Where is she now?"
"When the hospital closed, Renee was tired so we all convinced her to go get some sleep. When Renee left Rosalie did too." Alice, the traiter stood up for her too.
"When did the hospital close?" I asked too shocked to care about Rosalie.
"Well sweetheart, it's Friday. They had to keep you sedated for a while." Edward chuckled but the humor didn't touch his eyes. "You have a lot of injuries." I'd been here since SUNDAY?!
Out of no where Edward ran out of the room. "One second Bella." Eric said and ran after him.
EPOV:
I ran out of the hospital doors and sat on the edge of the sidewalk. Letting the tears flow as the torture had its way with me. A low sob came from my throat.
I heard approaching footsteps and Eric sat next to me. "Dude what's wrong?" he asked concerned. It took me a minute to compose myself enough to speak.
"I can't just sit there and watch her die! It's KILLING ME!" I yelled.
His voice was trying to calm me, "Edward she may not die. Just because her heart isn't working right doesn't mean she's guaranteed to die, the doctor said-"
" Eric!" I spat his name, "I am a doctor! I've had cases like this, all of them died! Just because he said it wasn't "guaranteed" doesn't mean she isn't going to die. Doctors sugarcoat everything! Sure she may not die now but give it a week or two." I was so angry I started sobbing again.
My Bella, cold and stiff filled my head. Never being able to see her lovely blush again was an agonizing thought. She didn't deserve this! My phone started playing "C'mon Get Higher" by Matt Nathonson. The special ring tone I bought to ring when Bella called. She absolutely loved this song.
I composed myself enough to stop the sobs, the tears still flowed freely. Then I pulled the Razor out of my pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?" I said making my voice casual.
"Edward?" she said relief and worry coloring her tone, "Oh, I was so worried."
"Bella don't you DARE waste your time worrying about me! You only need to worry about getting better." I could've laughed. She was never going to get better. She's going to die! "Bella, I'll be up in a few minutes. Love you."
"Love you too." she said and hung up. Then my mind hatched a wonderful idea. "Eric, I'm going somewhere really quick, go tell my Bella I'll be back."
I ran to my Volvo and started the engine. Then I made my way to the Jewelers.
