Disclaimer: Though I wished I owned Edward Cullen, I do not. I don't own any part of Twilight (darn it)

The darkness was closing in. I fought to stay awake, to comfort the grieving angel, but it was no use. I could hear Edward's low growl and picture the tearless sobs that were no doubt racking his frame, but could do nothing about it. My body was protesting against the searing pain that ran through it and my mind was slowly slipping away. I tested my lips though, letting the only name that could come to me slip from my tongue.

"Edward" I gasped and then let the wave of numbing blackness overtake me completely.

My eyes felt like they were plastered shut. I pried them open slowly and took in the scene around me. I was in Edward's room, on that annoyingly pointless (yet comfortable) bed. I scanned the area with my tired eyes, only half seeing it. I knew what I was really looking for and I soon found him, that perfect, pale, beautiful creature that was my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. He was perched on the side of the bed, his golden eyes scrutinizing me with a slightly pained expression. I sighed, we'd been here before.

We sat in silence for a few mildly uncomfortable minutes until I decided that I couldn't bare it anymore and spoke.

"Hi" I whispered, lamely

Edward muttered something that my inadequate human ears couldn't hear before sighing and pushing his body closer to mine.

"That's better" I said, smiling and seizing his hand firmly.

"Bella –"

I shushed him, raising my head lightly off the pillow, ignoring the dizzy feeling that followed, and pressed my lips to his. He was gentle, never once allowing even a toe to cross that oh so thin line he had put in place. As we pulled away I found myself searching for his eyes, knowing I would find the truth in them. They were just as serious and stern as before. My distraction had not gone as planned.

"Bella," he began again, deliberately keeping distance between us "What were you thinking?"

What a stupid question. How was I supposed to know what I was thinking, wasn't that his department of expertise?

"I thought you were hurt" I breathed, blushing scarlet as the sentence, which seemed so laughable now that the moment of desperation was passed, left my mouth.

I risked a glance in Edward's direction to see that he was torn between amusement and frustration as he so often was with me. I was hoping that he would go for the first option, but knew that my hope was in vein.

"Nothing can hurt me Bella"

His tone was severe and I didn't look up as I answered, "but if you were, and I didn't do anything…." I didn't finish the sentence, it was too horrible to even consider.

To my irritation, hot tears started to well up in my eyes. They spilled out and cascaded down my cheeks, onto his hand that was still clutched in mine. With an exasperated sigh, Edward placed his strong arm behind my back and pulled me to his chest. I rested my head there and let the drops of water fall onto his shirt. His hand stroked my hair, his lips brushed across the top of my head.

"Shh Bella," he whispered into my hair "you silly girl"

My mind reeled with sarcastic replies, but I didn't want to break the sudden closeness that had erupted. He used his free hand to push my face up so that he could see it and breathed his sweet breath onto my skin.

"You have to promise me something," he began and I was instantly cautious, "you have to promise that if anything happens to me, you will stay safe, you will stay alive"

I shook my head under his iron grasp, "not if you're not with me" I protested.

As soon as I said this, he seized my whole face in both of his hands and looked into my eyes with a new intensity, "You will stay safe" It was a demand.

He forced my head to nod slowly and I knew that it was useless to protest, "I promise" I said through clenched teeth.

He instantly let go of my face and kissed the bridge of my nose, my jaw, my lips. He traveled along the side of my face until he was close enough to my ear to whisper,

"Thank you"

"Mmhm" I murmured unintelligibly as I tried to remember how to breathe. His lips found mine again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, throwing myself fully into the kiss. His mouth moved with a mixture of relief and passion, passion definitely dominating. I crushed myself to him, allowing myself to feel the tight muscles of his body and the chill of his skin. I was no longer conscious of what my body was doing and was surprised to see that we were kneeling, swaying slightly as if there were some music no one else could hear. My hands were tangled in his hair and his were clutching the small of my back, probably supporting most of my weight as my bones had turned to jelly.

And all too soon he was forcing me back onto the pillows, his lips moving slower, lacking the urgency of before. I groaned and I could feel his answering smirk against my skin.

"Thank you" he breathed again into the base of my neck.

"No problem" I rasped, trying to regain my breath.

I heard Edward chuckle from next to me and reached for his hand without a word.

A/N: I have no idea whether I'm good at Twilight fanfiction, so please review! I will explain later what happened to hurt Bella by the way...no worries.

Thank you for reading