Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and I also don't own the song.

A/N: This song could have worked for the last chapter pretty good and the next chapter too (I think…if I remember right), but I couldn't put one song for all three chapters so it's going to be for this one.

The parts in italics are flashbacks.

~Emmett

Chapter 2 – Day 1: Flashbacks

Song: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

We'll do it all, everything, on our own.

We don't need anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

I don't quite know how to say how I feel

Those three words, are said too much, they're not enough.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

Forget what we're told, before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads.

I need your grace to remind me, to find my own.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

Forget what we're told, before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

All that I am, all that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where, confused about how as well

just know that these things will never change for us at all.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

Bella's POV

My breath hitched. I felt the tears spring forward and roll down my cheeks. I was shaking. Edward pulled me close, tucking my head to his chest. He rubbed soothing circles on my back and hummed to me.

I couldn't believe myself. The love of my life lay next to me dying, and he was comforting me!

Dying.

Edward was dying.

Why? Why him?

I heard Dr. Cullen mumble an apology and slip out the door.

I cried for hours. Edward didn't say anything, he just held me and hummed me my lullaby.

I remembered the day he first played it for me.

He took my hand and practically drug me into the piano store. Edward came here almost daily and played on a concert piano in the back of the store. The store-workers loved his playing. He didn't have a piano of his own to play on so he came here.

I remember he sat down at the bench, grinning so much I couldn't believe his cheeks didn't hurt. He pulled me down with him so I was sitting next to him.

At this point we had only been dating officially for a week, but I already knew I loved him. He was the one, and the only.

He leaned in, grazing his lips on my ear.

"For you, love." He whispered, and kissed my neck.

He turned back to the piano and rested his hands on the keys. He bent his head, closed his eyes, and concentrated for a second. He relaxed, but kept his eyes closed. Suddenly his hands were all over the keys, the most beautiful music coming from the depths of the instrument. (A/N: All my fellow twi-hards, get out your soundtracks and listen to Bella's Lullaby.) It was beautiful, intricate delicate, peaceful, and sweet, all at the same time.

By the time it was over, I had tears streaming down my face. Edward turned to me, smiling, until he saw the tears. He placed his hands on either side of my face and wiped away the tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

"Nothing! That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!" He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I wrote that for you, love. You're my inspiration. Everything in that lullaby is what you are like to me. Everything I love about you."

I was shocked and elated. He really wrote something so beautiful, inspired by me?

I grabbed his face and attacked his lips with mine. He was shocked at first but it didn't take long for him to get into the kiss as much as I was.

"Bella, love, it's ok. I don't feel that sick…" Edwards voice broke me out of my memories. This was no time to get stuck in the past. I had to be making new memories right now. Good ones. Great ones. Fantastic ones. Memories I will never forget.

"I'm sorry." I hiccupped. "So sorry." I tried to sit up but Edward's arms stayed firmly around me.

"No need to feel sorry, love. If you didn't cry, I'd start to get a little worried, actually." He said sheepishly.

I smiled and kissed him, long and deep. I felt his smile as he pulled slightly back to talk.

"It's not weirding you out that you're kissing a dying man?" He questioned. Just to prove to him it doesn't weird me out in the least, I kissed him again. This kiss was full of passion. He started to pull back again, but I wasn't having any of that. I swung my left leg over his side and hoisted myself up a little so I was straddling him, sitting on his lower stomach, never breaking lip contact with him. I placed my arms behind his head, acting as his pillow. He placed his hands on my hips.

"Hey Edward – WHOA!" Emmett came bursting into the room, only to take a step back when he found me straddling Edward.

I sighed against Edwards lips and sat up. I didn't get off Edward and his hands didn't leave my hips. I twisted around toward the door to face Emmett.

"Oh, come in I guess." I sighed again.

"I don't know if I want to anymore…" Emmett hesitated.

"Oh yes you do. You want to watch." Edward mumbled.

Emmett's booming laughter filled the room as he strolled in and plopped down in my usual chair, stretching his legs out and placing his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, but you'd never let me." Emmett sighed.

Edward laughed. "You got that right, perv."

Emmett laughed again.

Even though Emmett always seemed to appear at the most inopportune moments, I loved him being here. Besides me, Emmett was Edward's only friend. As a sick orphan, people avoided Edward like the plague. But that seemed to be what drew Emmett towards Edward. Emmett didn't have any friends either, besides his family.

Emmett was a year older than Edward and me, him being 18. He's Dr. Cullen's only adopted son. A blond – Rosalie, I think her name was – was also adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife, who couldn't have children or something. People avoided Emmett and Rosalie just as much as people avoided Edward, and by association, me. Emmett was probably avoided because he was so intimidating. He looked as big as a body-builder, but once you got to know him, he was just a big teddy bear.

I never saw Rosalie, she never came to the hospital. Dr. Cullen's wife either. Dr. Cullen has been taking care of Edward since he was first diagnosed with leukemia a year ago. Emmett was at the hospital once, looking for his adopted dad, when he came bursting into our room.

"Excuse me! Who the hell are you?!" I asked angrily. Edward had just been diagnosed and I didn't want to share him with anyone at the moment.

"Whoa, hey, sorry. I'm looking for a Doctor Carlisle Cullen." He had said.

"He just left." I growled. Then I heard his booming laughter.

"Calm down there, little lady. What's got your panties in a twist?" I glared at him and turned my gaze to Edward. He was asleep. He was on so many medications, not even my screams or Emmett's laughter had woken him up. He looked so bad. Pale, a cold sweat shone on his forehead. He looked weak, like he might go any second. It was the worst feeling in the world to sit and watch while he deteriorated and I knew I couldn't do anything about it.

Emmett crept closer, placing his hand under my chin and turned my head so I had to look at him.

"He'll be fine." He said softly.

I tried to get myself out of his grip but he wouldn't let go.

"Hey." I looked at him. "Really." He nodded.

I didn't believe him. All you had to do was look at Edward to realize he wasn't okay.

I shook my head as much as I could with his hand holding my chin.

"Yes, he will. He'll pull through. I know it looks really bad right not but I've seen people get out…alive…from worse." He whispered. I closed me eyes and let the tears fall.

"And what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't pull through and what if he dies? What if I lose him forever? What if I never get to see his smiling face again? What if he never holds me again? What if he isn't strong enough?" I cried.

"Those are a lot of 'what if's'…" Emmett shook his head.

"They're all probable."

"No, they're all possible. But anything's possible. Believe me. Miracles happen everyday." There was a pause as I considered this.

"What the fu—"

"EDWARD!" I cried, and ripped myself from Emmett's grip and flung myself next to Edward, kissing him over and over. He pulled back and put his hands up.

"Who the hell is that?" He cried pointing to Emmett.

Emmett's thunderous laughter filled the room and broke away the awkwardness.

"Don't worry, man. She'll stick to you like glue." He said.

Edward turned to me, still not having gotten his answer.

"Who's that, Bella?" He asked.

"That's…that's…his name is…" I struggled. Had he told me his name?

"Emmett." He said. "Dr. Cullen's son. I came here looking for him when your little girlfriend here attacked me for being in here. I think she just wanted you all to herself." He said with a wink.

"That doesn't explain why he was so close to your face…" Edward directed the statement to me.

"Hmmm, yeah, I bet that looked bad." I mused.

Edward raised his eyebrows and pulled back a little more.

I turned to Emmett. "Explain that one, Mr. Emmett Cullen." I said. He laughed again.

"Easy. You wouldn't look at me. That's pretty rude when you're having a conversation, you know. She only had eyes for you, dude." Emmett directed the last part to Edward.

"Nice." I said, turning to Edward, who grinned at me. I bent down and kissed him.

"Well, that's better than everything else I was considering…" Edward murmured.

Emmett laughed again.

"I'm guessing one of those ideas you were considering was that me and your Miss Bella had hot hospital sex at the end of you bed?"

"Well…um…maybe…"

Emmett's laughter seemed to shake the room.

"Sorry to disappoint, man. I got myself a hot babe already. I knew you would want to watch me bang you girl, though." Emmett patted Edward's shoulder.

"Yeah, not really…"

"EW!" I scrunched my nose. "Not with you!"

Emmett laughed. "You only wish, hun."

"Not in the slightest!"

Emmett visited Edward everyday after that.

"So how 'bout it, Bella?" Emmett asked.

"Huh?" What'd I miss?

Emmett chuckled. "I'm not interesting enough for you now?"

"No I – wait. How about what?" I asked.

"It's my birthday in three weeks! As my only friends, you two better show!"

"Three weeks from now?" I asked, my breath gone. In three weeks, Edward will need to be hospitalized. He'll be close to death at that point. I looked down at Edward (I was still sitting on him) who seemed to be reading my mind.

"I don't know, Emmett. I might be dead by then." Edward said calmly. Just those words made the tears come up again. I collapsed on top of him, sobbing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist. Emmett was unusually quiet. "I'll be bed-ridden by then. Sorry, man." Edward said.

"We have beds at my house." Emmett said.

"I'll be hooked up to medical junk."

"We have medical junk at my house." Emmett said.

"Couldn't we just celebrate your birthday early?" Edward asked.

"Edward. I'm rich. My family's rich. We have medical stuff and machines, and the stuff we don't have we can get. My dad's a doctor. My dad's your doctor." Emmett said.

"I don't know if it's worth it for just day." Edward sighed. I was still crying.

"I don't mean just a day." Emmett said.

Edward looked up at him sharply.

"What do you mean then?"

"When it comes to that, you'd be better taken care of if you were at my house. Carlisle could take time off from the hospital. He's never been on vacation. You'd be looked after night and day by the best doctor in the whole hospital. We'd be like your Hospice service." Emmett said seriously.

I sat up straight and looked at Emmett.

"Would that be better for Edward?" I asked.

Emmett nodded.

I turned to Edward. He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you really want me at your house, night and day, for a month?" He asked Emmett.

"I'm not leaving here until you agree to come." Emmett said.

Edward paused.

"Do you really want Bella at your house, all day everyday, for a month?"

"I'm not leaving here until she agrees to come."

Edward paused again.

"Ok."

Emmett let out a breath he seemed to be holding.

"Right now." He said.

"Sure." Edward took his arms from my waist and gently rolled me off of him.

"Can you walk?" Emmett asked.

"Not far."

Emmett went out into the hallway and came back with a hospital wheelchair.

Edward turned to me. He stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. "Can you walk?" He asked me. I was still sobbing. I shook my head but got up anyways, only to collapse onto the floor.

"Can you carry her?" Edward asked, glancing at me with a worried expression.

"Yep." With that, Emmett picked me up and cradled me like a baby. "Not a problem."

Edward got into the wheelchair and pushed himself out the door, me and Emmett close behind.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Emmett whispered.

I shook my head. "I don't want to lose him, Emmett. I can't. I can't. I can't…"

"Shhhh, it's okay. Carlisle will take good care of him. Of both of you."

"Does your family know we're coming?" I asked.

"Yes, they're setting up his room."

I hiccupped.

"I can walk." I said. Emmett looked down at me, hesitating, but then put me down. I walked up behind Edward's wheelchair and started pushing him. He looked up at me in surprise. I grinned and bent down to kiss him.

"Let's go meet Emmett's rich family and see their mansion!" I said excitedly.

Emmett laughed and led the way to the check out desk.