Once again, I am not Stephanie Meyer and do not own Twilight. Just using her toys for my own pleasure LOL.

Third Person POV

It had been twenty four hours since the love of Edwards life had been brought in. Twenty four full hours since he'd left her bedside. Twenty four hours of his life had he felt completely lost and useless. As he held her hand he looked at her face. He will her to just open her eyes, to just give him a sign that she would come back to him. He never got it. Each time a doctor or nurse came in the room, they'd check her vitals or look at her chart, but Edward saw the emotion that was plastered on their faces as they exited the room and that was defeat. They had given up any hope that Bella was coming back. But Edward couldn't do that. He would give up on Bella, because he knew deep down if Bella's heart stopped beating his wouldn't be long after.

The house was filled with cries when Emmett bought Rose back to the Cullens the night after the wreck. She had been released from the hospital with a clean bill of health, minus a few broken ribs and some cuts and bruises. Rose had been practically silent since seeing Bella the night before. She didn't know what she could say to make things better. Bella was completely broken, so broken that Rose could hardly believe that just a few hours before they'd all been so happy. Now it just felt as if everyone were just shells of what they used to be. She could tell that Emmett was trying to be strong for everyone, but knowing him best, she was awaiting the breakdown that she knew was going to happen.

Emmett and Rose slowly made their way upstairs to the nursery and slower opened the door, only to find a very exhausted Esme trying to console two very angry babies.

"Moma, Dada!" Logan wailed only to have his sister join his rant after realizing it wasn't Edward and Bella who walked through the door. Emmett made his way to Esme, immediately taking Logan and then Eliza out of her arms.

"They can sense it, don't you see? They know somethings wrong." Emmett was looking at both women incredulously tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "It's okay guys." He began cooing to the two crying babies. "Mama is going be okay. She won't leave you I promise."

Esme removed herself from the rocker and made her way to Rosalie. She placed an arm lovingly across her shoulders and lead her out of the room. The last thing Rose saw before the door closed was her Emmett, rocking the twins, and crying as hard as they were.

It was so hard for Jasper to believe that once again Jacob was back in their lives, that he had again caused so much heartache for their makeshift family. Alice's nightmares had finally woken her up, only this time she found solace in Jasper being there. She no longer fought, but instead cried. As her sobs raked through her body, she told Jasper her story. His fists clenched as her story ended, and he knew deep down if he had to kill Jacob with his own two hands, this would end soon. When Alice asked how Rose and Bella were, Jasper found himself in a dilemma. Of course Rose was going to be fine, but of course Alice knew that. She had gotten the least of the damage, whereas Bella, was dying. Somehow though, looking at his expression Alice knew, and the tears started fresh. Jasper held her for hours as she cried herself back to sleep. As he laid her back onto the bed, a warm tear feel on her cheek. He quickly used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears he didn't know were coming.

Charlie drove recklessly back toward Forks. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white from the pressure. Sirens blared, as he tore through the almost empty streets toward his destination. Carlisle told him over the phone that he needed to hurry. Charlie begged him to divulge more of what was happening, but he refused. All Charlie knew was his little girl was in the hospital after being involved in a car accident, but somehow the sinking feeling he was having told him their was much more to it than that. So he did the only thing he could do. He drove.

Carlisle was torn. Should follow the doctor role and tell his family to say their goodbyes, or should he a father and hold on to the only shred of hope that Bella had left. He knew that Bella's situation was quite dire. She still hadn't woken up, not that many were holding out the hope that she would. Truth be told, must doctors would have just given up when Bella had first arrived not breathing, but she didn't deserve that. She deserved a chance. She was so young and so much had already been taken away from her. She deserved to be happy. She deserved to marry his son who loved her so much. She deserved better than to live in fear that something like this would happen. She deserved to grow old and watch Eliza and Logan become adults. Bella deserved the world. Only now that wasn't a possibility.

BPOV

I stood in the corner of the hospital watching as my visitors walked in and out of the room. Each had came in with tears and each had left with even more. It hurt me most to see Emmett though. Sometime last night he had bought Rose to see me. He was trying so hard to stay strong, but I knew he was breaking down inside. He always wanted to protect me from everything. It was like he had made it his responsibility to make my life perfect and incident free, only it never happened that way. I was a born klutz, but then again, I guess having someone who had made it their mission to kill you didn't make anything any easier. I only hoped that when the time came, Rose could be there with him. He'd need someone to hold onto, and Rose was the perfect person for that.

Edward never left my side. He sat there, my hand in his, watching as people came in and out. In turn, I never left him. He didn't know I was here but it made me feel better just to be by his side. From what I could tell, there were no physical changes with my body. My chest still rose and fall with each noise from the ventilator signifying my lack of breathing. The only difference I could feel was with my new form. I was feeling weaker. Pain was starting to set in. My throat felt like it was on fire each time I tried to talk to Edward. My legs ached and throbbed with each movement I made. I felt as if at any moment I would be done. I knew if this body went, I was gone.

As the hours passed, the pain only became worse. Each breath I took felt like thousands of needles puncturing my lungs. Sharp pains raked through my entire body. I screamed out hoping someone would hear me, but knowing it wasn't going to happen. I knew I was a weak person, but I just couldn't take this pain anymore, and with that realization, I knew what I had to do.

I dragged myself to where Edward was sitting my body aching with each and every movement. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull him closer to my body but to no avail. I leaned down to his tear stained face and kissed his immensely warm lips with my cold ones. As I pulled away from his lips I made my way to his ear. I could feel myself pulling away so I said the only thing I could. "Goodbye my love.", and with that I felt myself pull away into the abyss.