I opened my eyes to a white room. There were small noises, people talking, and lights beeping…

Quickly, I identified the place I was, as a hospital. I was in one of the beds… with an IV in my arm. I cringed at it, hating needles, but that wasn't what got my attention. On my right arm, there were bandages wrapped all around. I thought back to what had recently happened and gasped.

Jacob did this to me… At first, I was angry. I was so irritated that Jacob could think for a second that I had done anything to my baby… angry with him for harming me… but then, I felt a pang of guilt. You deserve this, I thought. After all I had done to Jacob and Edward… This was karma, and it had waited a while to slap me in the face.

"Oh, you're okay!" Alice shouted, and then hugged me. She did so, very nicely, being careful not to hurt me. She had always been careful, but not like this. How badly had I been hurt?

"Alice. What…?" I asked.

"Carlisle said you were in the hospital, so I had to come." She said, sitting down at the end of my bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." I said, using my usual line. "Is…?" I didn't want to say his name. It still hurt.

She frowned. "Yeah, he's here. He told me not to tell you, but he's in Carlisle's office." She said, and I frowned as well. It saddened me that he had to keep himself hidden, so that things wouldn't be strange… but that he was here… he obviously still cared for me. I hated myself in that moment. I hated myself more than anyone else on this earth could have hated me. Edward still cared, he may or may not still love me, but he still cared enough to hide in Carlisle's office just to see how I was. And I had messed every bit of it u. For nothing.

Alice stared at the floor. She had always been so spasmodic, from one minute to another. "How are things? I miss seeing you." I said. She stood up. She looked as if she were about to leave, but then sat back down on the hospital bed.

"Alice? Is everything-"

"Something is happening." She whispered. "I can't tell because there's wolves here…" She scowled with the word "wolves" and looked back to the exit. "I'll be right back." She said, and skipped out very quickly before I could stop her.

My heart stopped. Edward and Jacob are fighting… That was all I could think about. What if they were fighting? I listened real closely, but heard nothing. I knew exactly what this was about. Jacob was still angry with me. He probably still thought that the "Fancy doctor" had done something. What if he was so angry, that he did something else? I sank into the sheets.

Go out there! Do something! Stop this from happening! My conscience told me to do something, anything, but I couldn't. I didn't want to face my angry party now. I was still sure that Edward and Jacob were still angry with me, and chances are, the rest of the Cullen's, and La Push were probably angry with me as well. I had caused so much trouble,

I waited there for a couple of minutes, waiting to hear screams of anger and blood all because of me, but it never came. Had they taken the fight outside? I wondered.

I heard someone enter the room, but I didn't come out from under my sheets. "Bella?" a deep voice asked. I knew the voice… where was that from. Then I got it.

Slowly I lifted my head and sat up in the bed. Before I could say anything Carlisle spoke.

"Bella, I have some rather…" he fiddled. "Well… This may come to a shock to you." I narrowed my eyes. Was this news about health, or news about Jacob and Edward killing each other outside the hospital?

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

He seemed to be at a loss for words. "This does not happen very often… No, this never happens, but Bella… I fear your last doctor was wrong about your recent check up." He said, watching me to see how I reacted.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

For a second he looked down at his clipboard, as if trying to make sure he was correct. He looked back to me. He probably hated me for what I did to Edward. Carlisle looked back up to me, a mask over his face. Whatever he was thinking inside, he was hiding it good.

"Bella, you're pregnant… really." He spoke slowly. I gasped. There had to be a mistake… there had to be! But I knew there wasn't. Carlisle knew better. My last doctor had made a mistake, he had probably had a hard time hearing the baby's heart, only because of some random dysfunction that only wolves had… but Carlisle could. It had been almost three months now, and my baby had grown enough that Carlisle could hear two hearts, thumping inside my body… One was mine…

And one belonged to a child that really existed.