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Silence.

I felt my knees lightly scrape against the woollen rug, as I knelt onto the floor.

My eyes scanned Gran's washed-out face, watching the small beads of sweat as they ran down her face, like tears. Every rational thought flew away the moment I saw Gran, fighting for breath, her chocolate eyes fluttering open and closed. My chest felt tight at sight, never having seen Gran look so vulnerable before. Gran was a fighter, she always has been and she was never one to show weakness toward anyone. Even me.

I watched Gran's chest rise and fall as she let out harsh pants, trying to find the strength to breath normally. But something inside of her just wouldn't let her breathe again. A part of me seemed to shatter in that short moment as I watched Gran, the only person I ever relied on. Something tore through my skin and bones, making me shiver at the sudden coldness that touched my heart.

My eyes focused harshly onto Gran, both intense fear and rage consuming my every cell. I felt my hand sting painfully as it connected with Gran's pale and sweaty cheek. Colour seemed to return to her cheek, a noticeable red mark appeared on her cheek as blood rushed through her skin. But the bright red eventually died out, and the pasty colour returned, leaving me even more mad.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I continued hitting Gran over and over again, watching her head nod side to side as I hit her. Wet tears escaped my eyes, but I ignored them clenching my teeth as I beat Gran. I don't know what the point to this was, whether I was trying to awaken Gran from her deathly state or whether I was beating my horror out onto her. My mouth was wide open, and I knew this from how the tears fell into my mouth, the taste of my tears was like salt.

My hands paused when I caught site of someone standing in the doorway, frozen as they watched me with my hands raised. I stared at them, my cheeks soaked with my pitiful tears. My mouth shut closed as they stepped into the house, their bare muddy feet leaving footprints as they headed towards me. Embry watched me with pain filled eyes, his expression causing me to believe that I must look horrible. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was Gran opening her eyes.

"I've called an ambulance, they should be here soon." Embry whispered, his words hushed almost as if he were afraid if he spoke to loud I would crack a fit. My mind suddenly cleared from its panicked haze, and I realised how stupid I was for not having called an ambulance sooner. My body flinched as a gentle hand lightly caressed mine, and when I turned my eyes met Gran's half open ones. I heard myself let out a small cry when I saw her, and when she smiled at me, hope lifted me up from my panicked state.

But then it shattered.

Gran whispered to me the few words that I would never forget, not even when the world came crashing down as it took its last breath of freedom. My eyes followed her hand as it fell limp at her sides, no longer gently caressing my hand.

Time suddenly stood still, frozen in that life changing moment.

The sirens that came from outside were no longer deemed important, nor was a Embry as he rushed outside to bring in the paramedics. I watched with empty eyes as they tried to make Gran's un beating heart to beat again, the one heart I thought would never stop beating.

My ears became deaf to the living world, much like my lips were forever sealed with silence.

My eyes followed blankly as they watched as they put Gran's limp body onto a white covered bed a woman sitting on top of her, pumping her chest.

It didn't matter though, she was already gone, I knew once her heart stopped beating it would never beat again. I watched as they rolled her lifeless body away, outside of the once peaceful place I called home. But all it held was death now.

I barley felt the hand that grasped mine, pulling me along with them outside of the cold house.

Comfort touched my back and my eyes focused on the inside of a car, the light bumps that met the car slightly awakening me from my frozen state. I turned to my left, watching Embry tighten his hold on the steering wheel. My eyes traced his worried features, non-existent wrinkles scrunching up his face. My mouth opened, wanting nothing more than to ask if Gran was going to be ok.

But how was he supposed to know? Embry wasn't the god I thought him to be, at the end of the day he was like the rest of us, human.

My eyes blurred when a bright light suddenly filled my vision.

I watched with odd fascination as the light came closer and closer toward the car until eventually I felt the small rumble of something pressing against the car. Everything from there seemed to happen in snippets, almost like the way a person captures a picture one after another.

Embry looking at me, his fear becoming my fear.

Embry lunging at me, his warm strong arms wrapping around me.

Me looking over his shoulder my eyes meeting the bright light as it smashed into the car, glass shattering around us.

Embry tucking my head under his neck, his body both swallowing and protecting me.

Our car spun away from the light, but the light still followed after us, like cat and mouse.

Embry turning me, so my back was pressed up against the seat as our car spun erratically, moving away from the light.

Our entwined bodies hit the front of the car, Embry's back taking the pain.

The sound of something cracking in front of us, a frail tree falling down against the car.

Embry shouting out in pain as the tree met his back.

Then everything went dark, the last thing that I saw being Embry with blood trickling down his temple and leaves stuck in his hair.

God I hope that isn't the last sight I see.

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A sense of deja-vu filled my mind as my eyes opened, the first sound meeting my ears was the nostalgic sound of a machine beeping. My eyes searched the room, images of white after white meeting my eyes. Even after having only just woken, I knew where I was and why I was here.

All that mattered was where he was.

I sat upright in the white covered bed, shouting out in pain as my ribs throbbed and my arm stung in protest. I looked down at my arm, my eyes meeting an IV and I heard myself growl at the insulting thing. I pulled the IV out of my arm, not even wincing as my arm bled slightly and pain run down to my fingers. The heart monitor raced loudly, alerting what my panicked state was doing to my heart. I growled again, anger filling me at yet again being in a hospital.

I pulled off the pulse monitor from my finger and relished in the silence that met my ears.

I swung the heavy blanket off of me, much like I did every other morning, and leapt out of my bed. Only to tumble down to the floor, my legs giving out under me. My heated body met the cold white tiled floor, my head lightly hitting the floor. I looked over to my legs, my eyes widening from the distorted way they were. My legs looked like jelly, almost as if there was absolutely no bone.

I sent the message to my brain for my legs to move, simply wanting to get out of this wretched hospital and see if Embry and Gran were ok. But all I got was the small twitch of a muscle.

And that's when I realised that I couldn't feel my legs at all.

I heard myself let out a scream, my eyes focused on the legs that weren't mine. My legs could move, somebody had given me someone else's legs. These weren't mine!

The sound of the door opening met my ears, and I didn't have to look up to know it was a nurse. I was to focused on my jelly like legs, willing them to just move. I grabbed hold of my legs, squeezing them with all my might, only to feel a small twinge of pain.

"Oh dear." Somebody whispered in a hushed tone, and I looked up to meet clear blue eyes. The nurse in front of me rushed toward me her genuinely concerned eyes landing onto my unmoving legs sadly. I watched her as she pressed something above my head and only a few moments later a few other nurses came rushing into the room.

I suddenly felt trapped in this white room.

The nurses that came in helped the blue eyed nurse pick me up from the cold floor, putting me on my bed. I watched with wide eyes as my eyes hanged limply as they held me, and falling like a heavy weight onto the bed. The blue eyed nurse turned to one of the other female nurses. "Get Dr Cullen and tell him Ms Harris is awake." The blue eyed nurse said sadly, and I couldn't help but think it would have been better if I was still asleep.

The nurse turned towards me as everyone else filed out of the room in a orderly fashion, her blue eyes watching me sadly. "My names Diana, I've been the nurse whose looked after you." The woman introduced herself, but it didn't matter to me what she said. I wanted nothing more than to open my mouth and ask her so many questions.

Where my Grandmother? Is she ok? And where's Embry? Why isn't he here with me? Embry? Where are they? WHY CANT I FEEL MY LEGS! WHY CANT I MOVE THEM!

I felt the tears slide down my cheeks and the blue eyed nurse frowned at my tears.

I opened my mouth, praying that something will slip through the chain that blocked my throat, causing me to keep silent. But nothing did, even in such a moment I could breathe a word.

I looked up as a light knock came from the door and my eyes met golden hawk eyes. My eyes were rimmed with tears and I couldn't help but feel slightly more calmer at a familiar face. Dr Cullen entered the room, his white lab coat trailing behind him. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to see you again Ms Harris, at least not in these circumstances." He spoke calmly, with a small smile on his lips.

My nails dug into my thighs almost unconsciously, and I relished slightly as slight pain filled my numb legs. Dr Cullen looked down at my legs, frowning when he saw my thigh was bleeding from how much force I put into burying my nails into the flesh. Dr Cullen walked toward me, removing my bloodied nails from my legs. "How are you feeling Ms Harris?" Dr Cullen asked, sound almost as if he didn't want to hear the answer. I opened my mouth, trying to produce a sound only to end up with nothing but a small cry. Dr Cullen raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. "If it helps, I understand sign language." Dr Cullen told me and I felt slightly relieve that I didn't have to write this down.

My hands began making the motions and Dr Cullenfrowned at the simple sign.

I can't feel my legs.

"Diana, grab me that hammer please." Dr Cullen asked politely.

The nurse walked over to the draws near where I assumed was the attached bathroom. She walked back with a small medical hammer in her tanned hands. I watched as Dr Cullen took it out of her hands gently before turning to me. "Do you think you can move over to the side so your legs are hanging off of the bed?" Dr Cullen questioned with a gentle tone and I nodded my head, determined. I used the small strength I had in my arms to turn to the left where Dr Cullen and the nurse Diana stood. My upper body followed the movement swiftly, but my legs just seemed to follow limply. Lifeless to my movement.

I saw Dr Cullen frown as my legs hung limply on the side of the bed.

Dr Cullen clutched the hammer in his hands before bringing it down to my knee, the force light at first. But when there was no reaction, he pressed harder with the hammer. But my legs didn't react like they should. I grew more and more afraid as the creases in Dr Cullen's forehead intensified every time his hammer met my leg. Until finally my leg twitched slightly, but I wasn't in the least relieved.

I could tell Dr Cullen had put in more force than any other normal person could have.

Yet Dr Cullen nodded his head, hope filling his eyes.

"You still have some feeling in your legs, which means you will be able to walk again." He said confidently. I looked down to my legs, my eyes glaring at them.

These weren't my legs, I just knew it.

"With time and therapy of course." He added.

I looked up at him, staring into his hawk gold eyes with confinement.

What happened?

Dr Cullen frowned at the sign, his once hopeful eyes turning into upset slits. I heard him sigh and watched as his pale hands ran through his golden blonde hair. My chest felt tight as I watched his reaction.

"During the crash Embry protected you with his own body, but due to the fall of the tree he wasn't able to protect all of you. Your legs were crushed from the tree, but fortunately Embry was able to pull the tree off of you. Any longer and you would have been completely immobilised."

I took in what he said, having no recollection of ever having the tree fall on my legs. That's when the most important question filled my mind. What about Gran and Embry?

Dr Cullen closed his eyes from the sign.

"After the paramedics arrived Embry fell down unconscious, I'm certain the only reason he remained awake for so long was so he could make sure you were safe. As of now he still hasn't woken up and we have diagnosed him as in a heavy coma. As for your Grandmother…." He paused, looking outside of the window.

"Riley, your grandmother passed away six hours ago."

A/N *wipes away tears* why oh why do I have to write so much angst!

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