Here we go! Dedicated to my friend, Mary.

"I love you too, Bella. More than you'll ever know. Forever."

EdwardPOV

"Stupid little cheater." I heard from the inside of the room. It wasn't Bella's voice, though. It was a male's voice, light and scratchy. It hurt my ears slightly to hear it. More than that, I'd heard it before. As soon as I thought that, I knew where. At the party where I met Bella, it had been screaming out her name. That was Pete Whimsley's voice.

All the pieces seemed to snap together. She wasn't alone in there, he was with her. She didn't want to make me leave, he was making her. She wasn't falling asleep, he had done something to her. Anger consumed me, like it had never had before. Surprisingly, though, I didn't try to bust down the door and hit him. That would make him angry, and he might hurt her, more than he already has. All I could think of was her safety.

I ran down the hallway, I had to find my family. I saw them near the front desk, my mom practically shoving my brothers down the hallway. "Wait!" I yelled after them.

My mother turned to me, surprised. "Edward, wha-"

I skidded to a stop in between my family and the front desk. "Her old boyfriend's in there. He was abusive, I think he's making her say those things. I don't know why, but I just have a feeling that something's wrong, and Bella's in trouble." I had to work not to say everything so fast that the words blended together. I didn't have time to repeat myself. "She sounded like she was falling asleep as I was talking to her, but I think it was–something different." I couldn't voice my suspicions that he was killing her, it burned like raw fire just to even think about it.

"Who was the boyfriend?" Emmett was pumped, knowing that if anything had happened to Bella, he would most definitely get a swing at the guy.

"Pete Whimsley."

Jasper and Emmet's jaws dropped in sync. If this situation weren't so terrifying, the sight would have been funny. "How did she stay alive this long?" The fact that he didn't want to hurt me was written all over Jasper's face. His curiosity got the better of him, though, and he asked anyway.

"I honestly have no idea."

My mother spoke up, "So, I think it's safe to presume that this guy is dangerous."

"Yes." She had no idea. "He mostly murders his girlfriends before they can move on from him, I think he is mad at Bella because she beat him to the punch."

"And you're sure he's in there."

"He crashed the party where I met Bella and was screaming her name. I recognized his voice."

As usual, my dad was the rock in the family and the only one with a level head during a crisis. "Well, then, let's go. Esme, go get hospital security and nurses, fi he did do something to her we'll need to at fast. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward, come with me." He reached under the desk and retrieved a card that opened every door in the hospital. God bless that man.

Our conversation, which only lasted a few minutes, seemed like hours knowing that Bella could be dying as we speak.

We literally ran down the hallway and to Bella's door, and dad slid the card in the slot with ease. It took a few seconds, but then the green light flashed and the lock clicked.

Emmett slammed the long doorhandle counterclockwise and thrust in the door. What lay before us horrified us all.

Bella, her head turned to the left, facing away from us, had her wrists turned up and laying beside her. They where slit and covered in blood, it covered the sheets beside her and was dripping down the floor in a steady rhythm, creating small puddles on either side of her. She didn't show it, though, her face was calm and relaxed as though she was sleeping.

On the wall directly across from her, Pete Whimsley was leaning casually and acting like he wasn't watching Bella die, like he hadn't just murdered the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth. Unfazed.

Within seconds, Emmett and Jasper where beating Pete to the ground and Carlisle was out in the hall, shouting for assistance as soon as possible. Myself, I had immediately gone to Bella's side. I would have picked up one of her hands, but I was afraid that, with all she has already lost, any increase in blood flow could kill her . . . if she wasn't dead already.

My fingers went to the base of her throat, and I audibly let out a sigh of relief when a pulse beat weakly under my fingertips. Even though she was asleep, even though she probably wasn't even able to know that help was on the way, I began to comfort her. I did everything that was safe. I stroked her face, I kissed her forehead, I even mumbled reassurances her hair. All around me, things where going on, but I payed them no mind. Emmett and Jasper took Pete down and continued until the security arrived, which, lucky for Pete, was only a few seconds. Carlisle continued gathering his most trusted nurses and doctors for Bella, and my brothers argued with security on wether or not they should be arrested for battery and assault. Luckily, they avoided that run-in with the law. All while I stayed in my own perfect world, which only existed if Bella was there.

Finally, help arrived. What had seemed like days spent here with my peaceful Bella was really only just minutes. It would be a close call, the doctors warned me of that. She had lost too much blood, she was slipping away. The only good thing about this, they told me, was that she wouldn't feel anything, she would just slip away. I couldn't listen to them, not now. I would keep believing, believing that she would live. I had to. Until the doctors pronounced her dead, I would keep fighting.

I won't give up on you, Bella. I refuse. I promise.

I looked on helplessly as the doctors wheeled what had quickly become my only reason for survival away, leaving me with nothing to do but wait.

BPOV

I was floating, no matter how illogical it sounded. I was floating away and leaving everything else behind me, jerking away from the pain. Wait! I can't do this! I can't just leave Edward behind like that! What will he do without me? What will I do without him!?! I can't, I just can't live without him . . . I have to go back. As much as I hated to, and as much as the last sane part of my mind warned me that I was an idiot, I fought the protective blackness. I pushed against it with all of my strength. I had to get back to my Edward, I just had to.

I didn't get back far enough to wake up - I wasn't able. I was conscious just enough to know what was going on around me, but not to respond to it. A gentle hand was caressing my face. Lips pressed into my hair. Murmured reassurances reached my ear. "It's okay, Bella. You're okay. Help is coming. You're safe now, sweetheart. It's okay." It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself just as much as he was me.

"Sir, you'll need to step out of the way." A deep, gruffer voice said from somewhere in the background. I felt lips being pressed to my forehead in one prolonged moment, and then the hand that had been holding mine this entire time let go, and I could feel the gust of wind float up my body as I was rushed out of the room.

With no safe harbor left, I couldn't go on. With nothing to hold me here, I floated away. Blackness, darker than before, took me away again.

Too short, I know. It took me a long time to do this one! Most likely because I procrastinated . . . . But it's not my fault! At least I'm not going to say it is . . . . There are just so many awesome stories on fanfiction . . . I got distracted. Sorry again!

If it helps, I've already started on the next chapter!