Next chapter right here! And, Happy Valentine's Day! This chapter is shorter than usual, but it covers a huge event, so you'll see why. Thanks for all your sweet reviews. Sometimes I'm afraid to read them when other people are around, I don't want to freak them out with my (happy) reaction, lol.

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~MissSingItAll

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

EPOV:

The flight down from Alaska wasn't too bad; I spent the time coming up with different melodies that I wanted to try out on my piano when we got home, but not before getting a chance to see Bella. I wanted to get to her as soon as I could, and as we all piled into the Mercedes (why we keep filling this tiny car with the whole family, I'll never know) in the airport parking lot, I grew antsy and impatient, watching out the window as we made our way to Forks.

Our trip was fun; I got to see my extended family only really once a year, unless they decided to come down for a visit during the rest of the year. As usual, Tanya tried to introduce me to one of her friends at a house party we went to, and, as usual, I declined. This time, though, I was able to somewhat proudly state that I had someone waiting for me back home. Tanya, Irina, and Kate had all cheered and had asked me about Bella relentlessly. But I actually didn't mind talking about all the wonderful things about Bella. An awed smile always came to my face whenever I did talk about her, and my cousins would sigh and fawn over me, giggling. "Our little Eddie finally found someone!" Irina cooed, and I had blushed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

There was a thick blanket of snow over just about everything here in Washington. Bella had told me that there was a huge storm that had hit while we were gone. The roads were mostly cleared off, leaving the ground damp and shiny. I listened faintly to the sound of Emmett and Alice arguing over who had first dibs on the new Xbox we got for Christmas, and the sound of my father and mother making plans for next year's trip. We turned off of the main highway and drove down a quieter main road, passing a few homes and side streets.

It took only one second for it to happen. One instant I was just sitting in my seat, minding my own business, and the next I couldn't see anything at all. In fact, all I saw was a dusty brown clouding my eyes. I felt my body get tugged sharply in one direction, and I could hear everyone screaming. There was the sound of crushed and shredded metal, and very close to me I could hear the honk of a car horn going off. Everything then suddenly seemed to stop then, leaving everything with an eerie silence.

"Is everyone okay? Honey, are you alright?" It was my father, his voice breathless and shaking. There was a small shifting sound, and then my mother gave a half-whispered "yes".

"You guys okay?" My father called again, and from somewhere next to me Alice and Emmett answered. The dusty brown cloud that had floated in front of me started to fade, and I could make out the dark silhouettes of everyone in the car. I was about to speak when a sudden piercing pain shot up through my right leg. I yelped, surprised at the pain.

"Edward, what's wrong?" My mother asked.

"My leg, it hurts," I said, my right hand running down from my thigh and stopping when it ran into the metal of the car door. I couldn't reach any farther.

"How strong is the pain?" My father questioned.

"It's like, a burning, or something," I answered, dazed, the brown fading completely away replaced by a subdued burn coming from the right side of my body. "I actually can't see my leg at all, the door is over it."

"I think your leg might be pinned, it's the side we got hit on," he replied, and I grew a little nauesous at thought of my leg being squished under heavy metal.

There was a knock on one of the windows, and as my father opened his door we heard the frantic voice of an older woman, panicking about our car. She had already called the paramedics, and she was perfectly fine. Apparently, she had been turning onto our road when her car slipped on the ice, leading her straight into the path of my door. Her car only had slight damage, while ours crumpled like a sheet of paper.

The paramedics arrived, and my father's guess was correct. My leg was trapped within the confines of the door. The pain was strange; it was numb at times, and then every now and then a burning, crippling pain would shoot all the way to my hip, causing me to bite my lip to contain the scream that begged to come out. From what I could hear around me, everyone else was alright, save a couple of bumps and bruises on my mother. Since the others weren't on the side that got hit, they were spared any real injury.

I was carefully moved out of the way and onto a gurney after cutting off the smashed doors with the Jaws of Life. That part was the worst; any slight motion caused my leg to throb with unbearable pain, so much that I almost passed out. I could only barely register the commotion around me: my father talking to the paramedics, the call of the sirens, and the mixed up voices of the rest of my family.

I closed my eyes, my body exhausted from the pain and the frenzy. I heard my father talk to me as we sped down the road toward the hospital.

"You're going to go into surgery, Edward. First thing, okay? I'll be there," he assured from somewhere next to me.

"Okay," I mumbled back, just wanting this whole ordeal to be over so the pain would stop.

When we got to the hospital, my father walked right beside me and the paramedics, clearing the hall and barking out orders. He was in his element, doctor mode, and he wasn't going to let anyone break his focus.

As I was set up for surgery and my mind started to fade into unconsciousness due to the anesthesia, I sent out a thought like a message.

I'm sorry, Bella, but it seems like it'll be a while before I get to see you.

BPOV:

I stared back at Alice, dread washing over me like a wave. "What do you mean?"

"Edward's in the hospital," Alice said, her eyes tired. I gasped, my mind going into overdrive. Was he okay? What happened? Is he badly hurt? My breathing had gotten shallow, and I clutched the side of the doorway tightly for support. Emmett bounded up next to Alice, looking just as exhausted.

"Is he alright? What happened?" I tried to be calm, but my voice sounded terrified and hysterical in my ears.

"He's fine, well, sort of," Emmett said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "He had to go into surgery."

"We were in a car accident on the way home from the airport," Alice explained as I fell a little further into panic. She looked over me, concerned. "Bella, please, you should sit down. You look like you're gonna pass out."

I shook my head numbly. "Is Edward really okay?" I asked, ignoring her. The two of them sighed.

"He broke his right leg, Bella. The other car hit us right in his door." Emmett ran a hand over his short brown locks. "Man, I should have let Dad take my car to the airport instead, it would have handled it better, but I was so stubborn..."

"He just got out of the OR," Alice said, trying to sound reassuring. "We just got back home, and we figured that we should let you know that everything was fine."

My heart clenched painfully. I heard their words, but somehow I couldn't accept them. Edward was in pain somewhere, injured, and here I was standing around like an idiot. I had to see him, had to see for myself that he was okay.

I turned back into the house and ran to the coat closet in the hallway, looking for jacket to throw on. Then I launched myself up the stairs, tripping and falling the whole way, ending up in my room so I could find a pair of shoes. I grabbed my old sneakers and stepped into them quickly, and then made my way down the stairs again. Alice and Emmett had moved inside and were standing in the front room, bewildered.

"Bella?" Alice stepped forward to me, her eyes wide.

"Bring me to the hospital," I commanded, meeting her gaze fiercely. She shrunk back a bit, still in shock.

"I don't know, Bella. Really, Edward will be fine. He's probably still sleeping," she stuttered out. Emmett nodded next to her.

"Please, I need to see him," I shook my head, ignoring her words. I turned away from them for the front door, hearing their hurried steps behind me.

"Bella, Edward will call you when he wakes up. Really, you don't have to do this," Emmett pleaded. I stopped at the doorway, looking at his Jeep.

"I need to see him," I repeated, stepping out onto the porch. I stopped at the top step, looking out at the front lawn. This whole yard was my enemy, my battle keeping me from my goal. Swallowing thickly, I grasped the railing and stepped down slowly. Alice danced down past me and stopped on the pathway in front of me.

"Bella, please," she said worriedly. I said nothing, moving again to go down to the next step. Emmett loomed behind me.

"Bella, just...come back inside. Everything will be fine," he called, trying to get me to turn around. I moved again, this time getting even closer to the ground. Both Alice and Emmett kept trying to get me to stop, but I paid no attention to their words. I was trying to focus, just like I had when Edward and I had gone down the stairs before, and it was hard when so many things were happening at the same time.

I was finally on the last step before the gravel pathway. This was the hugest mountain I had to climb, and I wasn't sure what there was after the fact. I could feel an all too familar panic begin to seep into me as I felt the cold air around me. I was in the open; vulernable. It was everything that I had been hiding from.

I gripped the railing even tighter, and with a deep breath, I pushed myself off of the last step, landing on the gravel. The sound of my feet hitting the ground echoed in my ears. I let go of the railing and clutched my arms to my sides. My eyes were tearing up, making everything blurry. My breath came sharply, and before I realized what was happening a sob forced its way out of my throat.

"Bella!" Emmett and Alice exclaimed, coming closer to me, but I only cried out, keeping them away. I had to do this; I had to see Edward. Every other thought was irrelevant, even though my body was telling me otherwise. I forced my foot forward, shutting my eyes. The air, the sounds of the neighborhood, everything was washing over me, threatening to drown me. I ordered my feet forward, feeling the panic hit my body with each blind step. I never looked at where I was going, only telling my body that I just needed to go.

"Emmett, start the car!" Alice shouted over my sobs. I was crying and screaming, gripping my sides so tightly my arms were straining with the effort. I kept moving though, keeping my eyes closed to the openness around me that would surely stop me. I could faintly hear the roar of the Jeep as it started from somewhere in front of me, and the icy air blew across my face even colder since my cheeks were wet with tears.

It felt like I was walking for forever. I only cried more and more as time went on, and it seemed like the only thing I had to look forward to was more distance, more space that I had to cross. It took me by surprise when I suddenly felt arms around me, pulling me against the cold metal of the side of the car. Alice's voice was right by my ear, and she shushed me as I heard the sound of the door opening. I was tugged into the car, falling pathetically onto my hands as my body struggled to hoist itself into the backseat. I finally fell onto the seat, opening my eyes to blurry images of the inside of the car. The door shut and Alice was by my side, ordering Emmett to drive.

The ride to the hospital wasn't as bad as going outside. Alice rubbed my back and stroked my hair, whispering to me about how everything was fine, and that I was very brave. I was still sobbing, and I avoided looking out the window to see any of the scenery pass by. Apparently, from what I could tell Emmett was speeding, and he had no worries about possibly being pulled over. It seemed like only minutes had passed until we were at the hospital, pulling up the drop-off entrance. I was trying to breathe normally, so I could ready myself for the short walk to the doors. The door opened next to me, and I could see through my blurred vision that Emmett had opened it and was waiting.

I shakily leaned out of the car and took his hand when he offered it, lowering myself to the ground. Any sort of calm that I had regained during the car ride had disappeared when I began to think about where I was, how I got here, and most importantly, Edward. My breathing picked up, and I was shaking so bad that my vision moved with the motion. Alice had come out behind me and shut the door. Emmett wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and Alice did the same on my other side. Together, the two of them flanking me, we walked from the car to the automatic sliding doors of the hospital.

Alice and Emmett were patient, matching my pace exactly. I felt a mix of humiliation and relief as we finally entered the doors, standing in the front area where other people stared at me oddly. I must have looked a sight; I was still in sweats and my ratty sneakers, my hair was a tangled mess, and my eyes were probably red and puffy from my tears. Emmett left my side, saying that he was going to move the Jeep away so he wouldn't get a ticket, and Alice kept her tiny arm around me as she guided me to the elevators.

I was better now that I was indoors, but I still was extremely uncomfortable with all the people. Doctors, nurses, patients, and other visitors all gave me strange glances, and I tried my best not to look them in eyes. Alice pulled me along, saying nothing but looking at me every few minutes to make sure that I was okay. I kept following her, my legs weak and tired. We took the elevator up to the floor that Edward was on, and my heartbeat sped up as I realized that I was here, that I was actually where Edward was, and that I would be able to see him.

Walking down the hall to Edward's room, we passed few people and listened to the gentle hum of the hospital. As we got closer to the room, I saw that Edward's mother was leaning against the wall next to his door. She looked up and saw us, shock coating her features. There was a large white bandage over her forehead, but other than that she didn't look like she had any other injuries. Her caramel locks of hair was tied back into a bun at the back of her head.

"Oh my! Bella, is that you?" she stepped forward to meet Alice and I. I nodded, unable to speak just yet.

"She wants to see Edward," Alice said. "Emmett will be right up."

Mrs. Cullen looked back and forth between me and the door to Edward's room. "Oh, I don't know, sweetheart, he's still sleeping. How did you get here?"

I knew that her question was not about how Emmett drove me here. It was about how I managed to get myself out of the house and here in one piece what with my...condition. Alice answered for me.

"We helped her," she said simply. Mrs. Cullen looked me straight in the eyes, searching for something. I stared back at her, uneasy. I really just wanted to get this over with and see Edward, who was only behind this door several feet away. So close.

Mrs. Cullen stood straighter then, and a gentle smile formed on her face. She seemed to have found whatever she was looking for in my eyes, and she was happy about it.

"I guess it's alright if you go in, but be very quiet. He needs his rest," she said softly. I nodded quickly, moving towards the door. "Thank you," I mumbled.

I rested my hand on the doorknob for a second, steeling myself and preparing for whatever I found behind that door. Finally, with a small push, I opened the door.

The room was very dim; the blinds were shut and only a small lamp in the corner was turned on. It was very plain and bare. There was a small table, an uncomfortable-looking plastic chair, and a tv suspended up in one corner. I was drawn to the bed on the far side, where a sleeping Edward was resting. He had a couple of bandages on his arms, and his right leg was elevated above the white sheets in a cast. He was attached to a few machines, but otherwise, he looked normal from the waist up. His bronze mess of hair fell over his closed eyes, and I moved closer to inspect his gorgeous face.

Everything seemed fine; he had a tiny cut on his cheek, but other than that his face was untouched. The sharp lines and angles of his face were relaxed in his sleep. I watched him for a few seconds as his chest rose up and down with the motion of his breathing.

He was alright; he was here and alive. The greatest feeling of relief swept over me, and I grabbed the plastic chair and scooted it over right next to him. I sat, feeling beyond exhausted. He was here, he was really here. I was really here. I had moved out of the comfort of my home and had come here, all for him. Looking back, I was amazed at myself. Sure, I probably could have just waited until Edward had woken up and called, but something inside me didn't want that. It wasn't comforted by the fact that everyone told me that he was okay. It needed to see him, I needed to see him, to be absolutely sure. It was probably foolish and flighty to leave home like that, and I would probably have some explaining to do for Charlie, but at this point I didn't really care. I had made it.

I reached for his large hand, enclosing it in my tiny ones. It was very warm, and I moved the chair even closer to his bed. Sighing, I leaned back in the chair. With Edward's hand in mine, I drifted off to sleep, finally feeling at peace.

A/N: She finally made it out, all for Edward! This part was hard to write, especially since Edward's car accident was similar to one I had a few years ago. Luckily, no one was hurt, but our car was completely totaled.

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