I felt bad for not updating since forever. xD
So you get two chapters in two days! Huzzah!
Also I will be updating this story every Sunday.
So you get your updates quickly, but I still have time to make them good. xD
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EPOV

You know when you feel like you are living someone else's life, their finger constantly pressed on the fast forward button? That's how I felt. I'd loved Bella for years now, but the opportunity never came for me to tell her of my feelings towards her. Back 5 minutes ago it was like we were magnetic; drawn to one another involuntary. I honestly couldn't help myself, she looked so happy and cheerful with that goofy grin on her face that I love to look at, dream about.

At that moment when my dream was about to become reality, everything just turned upside down. I couldn't understand what had happened.

Everyone was shouting and crying out for someone to help her. I wished that I could find my voice to ask with them, but it was as though all the oxygen in the world had vanished as I looked at Bella's face. She was unconscious, she should look peaceful. But no, she looked distressed, as far from peaceful as she could possibly be. Her eyes were shut, but slightly scrunched together. Her mouth was gaping open, taking in shallow ragged breaths as more blood flowed out, following the path of the stain made previously. I swiped it away with the hem of my robe, taking away some of the horror of the situation.

I heard my father Carlisle sprint closer, most likely with his emergency black bag to help Bella. I couldn't bear to let someone take her away from me, so I held her closer. I cradled her head with my arm and softly stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her to make her sleep more soundly.

Carlisle arrived in front of me then, shooting me a concerned look then looked at Bella and my arms encircled around her. He nodded towards the exit and I gave him a quick nod, understanding his request. I put my other arm under her knees and hoisted her up. My legs wobbled a bit, feeling foreign to me due to the shock of the events, but I still sprinted through the doors towards the black Mercedes that Carlisle owned.

I crouched and yanked the door open, balancing Bella delicately as I sat down in the back seats with her on my lap.

Bella's breaths were becoming more ragged as time went on. I had never felt more useless in my life. If she suddenly died now, how would I live with the guilt? I couldn't do anything to help her – to even out her breathing, to calm her, to make her better, to make her wake up and come back to me.

A tear rolled out of my eye, but all it did was remind me of the blood falling from Bella's mouth. I wiped it away furiously; furious at myself for being a waste of space in this scenario and furious at what Bella did to deserve this.

I brushed some of her hair away from her face as I heard the front car doors open, Carlisle and Esme filling the respective seats and driving off.

"Keep her head elevated son, and see if there is anything in her mouth that might be obstructing her airways." Carlisle advised while Esme passed me some tissues. I propped her head up on my shoulder and cleared her mouth of the sticky red substance that must have caused the coughing fit.

Before I knew it we were at the hospital. I pushed the door open with my foot and ran inside with Bella, following Carlisle while he collected some of the doctors and surgeons. I didn't want to put her on the hospital bed one of the doctors had rolled towards me. I wanted to keep here in my arms – safe and protected, but I knew it was the only way to find out what was wrong with her.

I placed her carefully onto the crinkly fabric and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. The minute I took my hand away they whisked her down the corridor, calling out for various things to one another; it was as though they were speaking a different language.

The doors swung shut behind them, then suddenly something inside me just snapped. I kicked at the wall, hit it with my fist. I didn't even care much for the pain, I just needed to release all the anger I had bottled up. I took one last punch at the wall then sunk to my knees against it, cradling my head in my hands. So close . . . so close to telling her, but that chance had gone now. Would I even see her again, awake and smiling at me like she always does? That notion caused the tears to fall into my bloodied hands.

What had happened?

"Edward will you please stop pacing. It's not helping one bit." Alice whispered. I didn't miss the venom that leaked into those quiet words.

She didn't understand. I couldn't stop. If I did stop and sat down, it would leave my mind unoccupied. I would start panicking and break down again. One of the doctors took a look at my hand after that episode and I had to have a cast put on my left hand and a couple of stitches in the other. I didn't even feel the pain that should have occurred when my knuckles broke.

I glanced over at Alice sitting in the fluorescent orange hospital chair and my heart strings tugged a little at the sight of my sister that way. She was shrunk back into the chair, her arms wrapped around her legs as she rested her chin on her knees. Her normally sparkling blue eyes had lost their usual shimmer and were all red and puffy from her relentless tears.

I frowned and took the seat next to her, pulling her into my lap. Comforting Alice was better than comforting myself at that point of time. I stroked her back soothingly while she sobbed into my shoulder.

It was moments like this that brought us closer together as siblings.

"I'm scared for her." Alice muttered into my shoulder, muffled by the fabric.

"It's going to be okay." I replied, chanting that sentence in my mind to reassure myself.

I looked at the clock on the wall opposite us: 12:30. They had stabilized Bella half an hour ago after the emergency surgery and Emmett and Charlie went into ICU to see her. It was family only, and Alice and I insisted that Bella considers us as part of her family, even Emmett appealed, but the doctors wouldn't budge. Carlisle even advised against letting us in at that moment in time. As he said that something flashed across his face – a mix of indecision and sadness. I had raised an eyebrow at his reaction but he just walked by after sparing Charlie a dark look as he passed.

I patted some of Alice's spikes down and looked up at the clock again only to see Carlisle standing in front of us. Alice and I must have been lost in the moment or something to have not heard him walk here.

I looked into his golden eyes and saw nothing but compassion and regret, kick-starting the panic in my chest.

I nudged Alice and she turned around to face Carlisle.

"I need to talk to you two about Bella, and I need you both to listen carefully. Please don't interrupt me while I try to explain okay?" Carlisle said in a calm tone, aiming that last sentence at me.

We both nodded quickly, desperate to know what was wrong with her.

"Bella has lung cancer, called bronchioloalveolar carcinoma, which caused a tumour to grow near the base of her left lung. That tumour was the cause of her coughing for these past months." Carlisle turned his intense topaz gaze towards us. "If you could have convinced her to come down here all those months ago about that cough, we could have done so much more for her."

"What do you mean by that?" Alice whispered, her voice sounded a bit strangled.

"What I mean is when she first started having the coughing fits, we could have detected it sooner. But now it's began to spread to her right lung and she will need a lung transplant."

Lung transplant. Coughing fits. Tumours. Then it clicked in my brain.

"Charlie caused this didn't he?" I growled, not holding back my rage.

I pushed Alice off my lap and began to get up off the seat.

"Woah calm down Edward, most people who smoke don't realise the danger of it to the people around them. " Carlisle pushed my shoulder down , forcing me to sit back down, and held his hand there so I didn't make any rash moves.

Charlie was in there with her, and he was the reason she was in there in the first place! I felt my face get hotter with my anger.

"Does he know that it's all his fault?!" I shouted at Carlisle. The nurses and visitors all gave me questionning looks, but I honestly couldn't have cared less at that moment in time.

"Yes he knows Edward." Carlisle sighed. "Emmett had a similar reaction to you. Charlie is feeling beside himself at the moment."

"He deserves it." Alice hissed, her eyes narrowed. I wasn't sure if Carlisle heard but if he did he didn't pay any attention to that comment.

"You said she needs a transplant. Can't she just have chemo or something? Wouldn't that make her better faster?" I asked. Seeing Bella healthy and happy again would make my day, my year even.

"I'm afraid the cancer is too advanced for chemotherapy to have a full effect. Her only chance of coming from this ordeal cancer free is the transplant. I've already taken a large section out during the emergency surgery, and if she had the surgery to take out the growing tumour in the right lung, she wouldn't gain enough oxygen to live a good life." Carlisle's voice sped up. "The cancer cells are rapidly expanding in numbers and with the current speed, without the transplant, she has little over 3 months left."

Three months.

Twelve weeks.

Ninety days.

Two-thousand one-hundred and sixty hours.

That's all the time I had left with Bella. Any second I wasn't with her would be wasteful. I needed to be there for her, especially now.

I stood up from my chair and raced down the corridor to Bella's room as Emmett and Charlie were leaving.

Emmett's face was frozen, as though it was set in stone, and he was walking slightly ahead of Charlie.

I turned my attention to Charlie then. He was slouched over, his head hanging low with shame.

I heard the clicking of Alice's heels as she hurried down the corridor after me, coming to a stop when she reached the door.

"Where are you off to?" I asked Emmett.

I refused to even acknowledge Charlie was there, even though I could feel Alice using her death glare on him.

"I'm going to Rose and Jasper's house to tell them the news." Emmett spoke through his teeth, making angry hissing sounds. "And I'm gonna stay at their house. I refuse to go home."

Charlie looked up then, more tears filling his eyes.

"But Emmett-." Emmett cut Charlie off.

"But nothing. You've done enough damage already, Dad." Emmett glared at him then strode away from the scene.

Charlie let a few off the tears drop, then brushed past us half-heartedly as he headed out of the hospital, most likely needing to go back to work.

I let out a dark throaty chuckle then carefully opened the door to Bella's hospital room, creaking as it went.

My eyes widened at the scene in front of me. Bella's face was partially obstructed by a mouth mask covering her nose and mouth, and it was connected to an oxygen supply next to her bed. The amount of monitors and IV's connected to her was overwhelming, the mass of wires looking more like snakes draining her life away from her. I gulped and walked further in, taking a seat next to her bed.

Alice followed after me, looking just as astounded as I felt. She made a squeaky sound then walked out of the room. I assumed that Alice would come back later, maybe when Bella was awake and when there were fewer wires around.

I turned my attention back to Bella. She looked as beautiful as always, just a lot paler and thinner than normal. She looked fragile, as though one wrong move would shatter her completely.

I slid my cast-free hand underneath hers and squeezed it gently and whispered to her.

"I'm here for you. Always."

Awwwwww, felt like adding the little bit of one-sided fluff at the bottom.
Anyways, next update will be next Sunday, so you all know. xD
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-Beccah