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We're not with Bella and Vinny in the beginning of this chapter…

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"Jasper…" I sighed, waltzing into the living room of our temporary home near Tanya and her coven's home.

"Yes Alice?" He asked, turning away from the TV as Emmett cheered loudly for his favorite team. I rolled my eyes at my brother's reaction; he's nearly one hundred years old and still acts like a hyper five-year-old. I looked him in the eye; Jasper felt the full force of my emotion. Worry, fear, and most of all surprise.

"I saw a vision… Of Bella." I squeaked.

"What happened? Is she alright?" Jasper asked; though he'd probably never admit it, he cared a lot for Bella, and felt horrible for what had happened on her birthday.

"…I think she's okay, but she's in a… hospital, and crying." I said as I remembered my vision.

"Tell us everything in the vision." Emmett said as he turned off the TV; Bella always came first with us. Even though she isn't with Edward anymore, she'll always be part of our family. I took a breath before explaining my vision…

I couldn't see much, just Bella and a little bit of the room she was in; I could also see dark figures around her, of people I didn't know. She was holding someone's hand, which was in a hospital bed, and she was crying.

She continued to cry, and whispered a name, I didn't hear it, but the person in the hospital bed became visible. He was Hispanic, and unconscious; Bella must care a lot about this boy.

"…And then the vision disappeared." I finished with a sigh; what has gone on in Forks since we left?

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Vinny's POV

Everything around me is black; completely and totally black, like there's nothing in the entire universe but me.

"What the hell is this?" I asked aloud; my voice echoed throughout the nothingness. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, goose bumps tickled my arms. I quickly rubbed them away; I wasn't scared, no way in hell was I scared. I heard an eerie scraping noise come from somewhere in the distance behind me. Okay, maybe I was a little scared. I heard the too-familiar clicking of her high heeled shoes; and the annoying smack as she bit down on her mixture of gum, chewing tobacco, and marijuana.

Then all the noise just faded away, I could only hear my unsteady, labored breathing that wouldn't ease, it was like I had just run a marathon or had an asthma attack; maybe both. I tried breathing slowly, but it only made my chest, lungs, and throat hurt. I sighed through my gasps and started walking forward—at least I think I'm heading forward.

It's so nice you're here. An unfamiliar voice said.

"Who's there?" I questioned, my voice cascading through the pit of dark. A corpse-white bronze-haired guy walked into my sight; it was him. Edward Cullen. I glared at him, and he glared right back with poisonous crimson red eyes. He lunged forward with inhuman speed and—I woke up.

I was still in the hospital; still in the same hospital bed. But, on the bright side of my awful life, my headache was gone. I tried to move the restraining bar on my right side but it wouldn't budge. So I kicked it. And ended up on the hard, cold floor. What a pleasant awakening.

"Well somebody's up bright and early. That's a first." I heard a sing-song voice mock me. I looked back and saw Vanessa staring down at me smugly. I laughed, muttering to myself; I felt like I had missed something. But what?

"…Did I miss anything while I was… You know, in a coma?" I asked my sister. I looked back at her when she didn't answer, her eyes were a little wider than usual and she looked scared, or nervous.

"What happened?" I asked; I felt a knot grow in my stomach, if it was so bad that my sister, who I told everything to and vice versa, couldn't tell me… Oh man it must be really bad. Did Uncle E have a heart attack? Did something happen to Bernie or Tank or Turk? Or Bella? She still didn't answer me. "Vanessa! What the hell is going on?!"

"I'm getting married!" She blurted out. I felt my heart stop, and drop down three levels; my sister, only 20 years old, no job yet, got her scholarship taken away by some preppy slut, rejected from the local college, was getting married?! That's the position Mom was in, and look how that crackpot turned out!

"Vinny… I know it's sudden, and I know you don't like it…" Vanessa tried to calm me before I even got a chance to explode. And I am going to explode.

"NO! This can't be happening! I don't want you to turn into Mom!" I shouted, throwing my fist into the brick wall next to me; a sickening crack and the feeling of blood running down my fingers followed.

"I'm not gonna turn out like Mom, don't worry." She murmured, gently moving my fist from the wall. I stared hard down at the floor; this was not going to be easy.

"Who's the guy?" I asked, having calmed down. I looked at her—almost sadly, but it was my way of apologizing.

"Michael Rudman." She said, gently taking my injured hand in hers. I sighed and was about to say my congrats—then I recognized the name. Michael Rudman, overrated airhead jock-wannabe, at least that's his cover. The real Michael Rudman is tight with the leader of the local Seattle gang, Holocaust. I blinked a few times before registering what I had just figured out—he's just in it to screw my sister then leave her, and any kids, in the dust.

"Michael Rudman?" I repeated, this was not good. Not good at all.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" She was already worried.

"You… You do know he's in a lot of gang shit, right?" I asked as she led me back to the cot in the center of the room. We both sat down.

"H-How do you know if that's true?" She asked, staring at me like I was lying.

"I've seen him, I saw him kill somebody; he carved 'H' right into some unlucky bystander's back!" I said; no way in hell was I gonna let my sister marry that psychopath! She shook her head in disbelief. "You don't believe me? Well, roll up my sleeve." I said. She pulled the fabric up and saw the scars.

Holocaust M.R

"Told ya." I whispered.

"He is a dead man." Vanessa growled before stalking out of my room; the guy has no chance, he may be messed up but I know he wouldn't hit a girl—or his fiancée at that.

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Bella swung by at around 4 o'clock, as did Bernie and the guys. Apparently I'd been out a couple days; my English teacher, Mr. Wellsburg, is set on the idea that I have potential, and has brought my schoolwork from the time I'd missed. I have no idea where he got his idea, but hey, he's a teacher.

My math paper's blank; like it's been for the past half hour.

"Need some help?" Bella asked, noticing my still-blank paper.

"…Yeah." I sighed, leaning back into my pillow. Bella laughed a little and sat in the chair next to me.

"Pre-Calculus?" She asked, skimming over the directions; I nodded, math wasn't my strong point. Nothing school related was.

Another half hour of Bella trying to explain Calculus to me and fifteen minutes of silence was when my nurse—a different nurse, this one a cranky elderly woman named Elizabeth—came rushing in, shoving Bella out of the way and yanking the IV out of my arm. I yelped "God woman! Could you try not to rip my arm?!"

"Oh hush." She snapped, jamming a new IV needle into my now bloody forearm. I saw Bella drop like a rock over Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Bella!" I exclaimed, craning to see over the nurse's hunched form. She shoved me back and went over to Bella, murmured a question, and Bella groaned a response.

"A little squeamish around blood… Nothing a little rest won't cure." Elizabeth sighed before cleaning up my arm and leaving.

I blinked a few times before muttering "I hate that woman…"

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Finally!!! Today's my last day in this God dammed hospital!!!

After mind-destroying headaches and many losses of consciousness, I'm finally out of the freaking place! It's been six days since the surgery, and I'm good as new. I can't stop thinking about what happened between me and Bella the second day after my surgery—the kiss. What's going on between us? Are we just friends, or a thing? Or somewhere in the middle? This is so confusing…

Dr. Milberg popped into my room, smiling broadly and fiddling through the papers attached to his clipboard. "Okay, just need to get a quick CAT scan, and you're good to go." I could hear the hidden worry in his voice. He probably is thinking something's wrong. All I can say is I hope nothing's wrong, because if one more thing goes wrong I will rip someone's head off.

As I lied down on the scanning bed, I realized; I didn't know what happened to get me into this mess! I don't remember what happened… I remember going to the auto shop with Bernie and Bella, then waking up in the hospital… I guess I'm gonna have to ask them what happened.

After the scan, I was waiting for Dr. Milberg to get on with it—the guy's a total ER wannabe, always stalling and nursing the moment for more drama, but just gets more irritation and aggravation.

"And…" Dr. Milberg trailed on.

"Get on with it man!!!" I shouted, scowling at him; he seemed cool at first too.

"You're perfectly fine." He said quickly, ushering me out of the room within the second. I laughed a little and stumbled as he practically shoved me out—he was furious, what got him all in a bunch?

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