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I felt numb and tired, and I tried to open my eyes. The light hurt my eyes a little, as if I was asleep for so long. I looked around and saw Alice and Jasper. "Where am I?" I can't believe how weak my voice sounded.

Jasper froze in his place, and Alice rushed to my bedside. "Rosie," she whispered, brushing my hair with her fingers. "You're in a hospital."

Panic hit me like a baseball bat. "What happened? Why am I here?" I trembled.

Alice turned to look at Jasper, and I knew at that moment that I wasn't going to like what they're going to tell me.

Jasper slowly went to my bedside and held my hand. "I'm sorry, Rose. Blythe is…" he trailed off. He didn't need to continue what he had to say; I knew instantly what happened. I don't know how to react, what to say, what to do. I just held Jasper's hand firmly as my tears silently strolled down my cheeks.

I don't know how long I cried, how long I kept silent. Alice, Jasper, and the others were outside my room, waiting for me to do something. Esme couldn't fight back her tears when she found out about what had happened, but I just sat in my bed, motionless even when Esme and the others hugged me.

Somehow, I didn't want to believe my baby is gone. I gently stroke my belly and waited for my baby girl to nudge, just like the other times. I waited, but there was no response. Again, tears strolled down my face.

"I'm so sorry, baby… Mommy wasn't strong enough…" I whispered in between sobs. The yearning I felt lingered much stronger and doubled the pain I felt. "I'm sorry, Blythe," I continued. I blamed myself for not being careful, for ignoring my baby when she nudged me while I was arguing with Royce. My baby was trying to stop me, but I ignored her. And now, my only hope is gone.

And then, everything rushed back to me. I remember Royce suddenly let go of my arm, how he panicked when he realized I fell down the stairs, how he shouted for help. Right then, the anger I felt for him doubled. A part of me blamed him much more…a part of me blamed him for the death of my beloved child…the child who never got a chance to see the world waiting for her. I blamed Royce for everything.

"Aunt Rose?" A tiny voice startled me.

I wiped my tears and looked around and found Nessie with Edward near the door.

Edward guided Nessie towards my bedside. "Are you okay, Aunt Rose?"

I didn't know what to tell Nessie, she was just a child. She wouldn't understand what I was going through. "I'm fine…" I croaked.

"Everything's going to be okay," Edward whispered. "I know everything will be okay."

I just shook my head. I didn't want to believe what Edward had said. How could everything be okay if the only love of my life, the child I've loved and yearned for...my only hope, is already gone? How could I possibly go on with my life? I remembered what I told Jasper before, that I could go through every problem because I know he'd be there to help me. But now, I feared I could never be okay again.

"The doctors said your injuries will take time to heal, especially your head wound and your battered rib," Edward explained. "Carlisle wants to know if you want to stay here or go home tonight."

"Carlisle can take care of my wounds, I want to go home," I said, forcing back my tears. I mustered all the strength I have left and looked at Edward. "Where's Royce?" I asked with much disgust.

Edward hesitated, as if he didn't expect me to ask that. "Uh, he, um…when we arrived here at the hospital, he was already gone. Jasper and I tried to look for him…"

"But he was gone like the wind," I finished Edward's sentence. My pain and tears turned into anger and hate towards Royce. I can't believe he could leave me again after killing my baby.