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BPOV

Beep…beep…beep

What is that annoying beeping? I tried to open my eyes to see, but my eyelids were too heavy to move. I was so tired, every muscle, every joint in my body, sore and aching. I tried to open my mouth, but my jaw seemed like it was glued shut. I struggled to open my eyes, trying to locate the source of the annoying beeping sound. And something was nagging at the back of my mind, something I knew was important, but couldn't remember through the fog.

My eyes snapped open and I was assaulted by white. Bright, white fluorescent lights, white walls and chipped white ceiling. I managed to move my eyes and saw the white bed I was laying on, the white sheets and blankets, the white cast over my leg. My eyes focused on a white machine, tall and wide, with long lines across it and numbers. A heart monitor.

Oh. So that's where the noise was coming from.

But why was there a heart monitor beeping? I couldn't remember. Where was I? The only reason I would need a heart monitor is if I was in the hospital…but why could I be in the hospital? I was perfectly fine. Right?

And then it all came rushing back to me. Blinding headlights, a huge crash, the spinning darkness and lots and lots of pain, broken glass and metal. I heard my heart monitor spike and then there was a soothing hand on mine, a gentle voice soothing me to stay calm, I was fine, I was okay. But I didn't want to know about me.

"Mom?" I said weakly, recognizing the source of the voice. I moved my eyes to where the voice was coming from and saw my mother. She looked much worse then I had ever seen her, dark purple spots under her eyes, frown lines on her face, her hair tossed up into a ponytail and wearing sweatpants.

"Hey sweetie," Renee said comfortingly, a small smile on her face. "I'm so happy to see you awake. Charlie will be delighted. He's grabbing something to eat now."

"How long have I been sleeping?" I murmured groggily, my eyes drooping on their own account. I struggled to keep them open, wanting to listen to my mother. I felt like a child again—my mom taking care of me, loving me, never leaving my side. It was…comforting.

"It's been nearly a week since the accident sweetie. They had to perform surgery on your leg to realign the bones, and it took them hours and hours to get all of the glass out of your body. It was like you had rolled around in it." I didn't fill Renee in on the fact that I basically had. When I had to get the cell phone. "And you had a concussion, a very bad one. They kept you in a medically induced coma until some of the wounds healed up, so you wouldn't be in as much pain," Renee explained. My eyes widened. A week. A week. It seemed impossible that I had been sleeping so long. I felt like only minutes had passed; only moments since that SUV had crashed into Edward and me.

"Edward!" I gasped out loud. "Where is he? Is he okay?" My heart monitor spiked again, my breathing became hyperventilation as my body protested from the pain I was causing. Renee placed her hand on my forehead. I didn't care that I wasn't supposed to be with him, that I had lied and my mother knew. He was my only thought. Where was he? Was he alive? Was he okay?

"Shh, sweetie calm down," she said gently, but my heart continued to race, not satisfied. "He's alive dear, but only just. He was much worse then you were."

He's alive. Alive. My heart sang at the word. Never, in all my life, had one word made me so entirely happy. Edward was alive. I was alive. We could still be together. But…worse then I was? Was he in a medically induced coma as well?

"Where is he? I want to see him," I demanded instantly. The rush, the thrill of knowing Edward was alive had momentarily wiped all signs of exhaustion from my body. I knew the pain was still in my body, but I couldn't feel it.

"I…I don't think that's the best idea right now honey," Renee said tentatively, her eyes flickering up to the heart monitor again.

"Why?" I asked, disappointment flooding through my veins.

"Well…he…he's alive Bella but…he is much worse then you. He had a serious skull fracture that was pressing onto his brain, along with a huge gash in his leg. They had to…well they had to give him a really risky brain surgery and…he hasn't woken up. He's been in a…coma since the surgery. I'm so sorry, Bella." And the weird thing was, she actually sounded sorry. Sorry for the son of the family she supposedly hated. For the love of my life.

"Coma…" I repeated. It was…impossible. Incomputable. My mind couldn't accept it. A coma. My Edward. It couldn't be. It isn't possible. I looked at the door, hoping someone would run in and yell "April Fools!" and Edward would follow behind them, unscathed, grinning my favorite crooked smile. It couldn't be real.

All this time, when we were together, all I had thought about was what we would do if our parents never accepted us as a couple. Never, never, could I have imagined something else keeping us apart. I could've never pictured Edward hurt, sick…dying. Every time I thought about the future, he was there. Nothing would change that. Nothing could change that. But…what if Edward wasn't alive to meet our future?

A coma. Some people…well they never wake up. Some people wake up after a few hours or days, but some can take months or years…or never at all. But that couldn't happen to Edward. He would wake up. He had to. I couldn't live without him. I didn't want to. It's not…it's not possible.

I was only vaguely aware of my mother calling my name, and her shouts to get a nurse. I could hear the erratic beeping of the heart monitor, but I couldn't find the strength within me to calm down. All I kept thinking about was what I would do if I couldn't…have Edward. It was impossible. Every thought in my mind was centered around this single, perfect being, and I couldn't imagine being without him for a day, let alone the rest of my life.

"This will make her feel better," an unfamiliar voice said with forced kindness. I felt a small prick as a shot was injected into my arm, and I was reluctantly pulled into a dark, troubled sleep.

"No."

"Please, Renee. I just want to tell her—"

"I know what you want to tell her! But she doesn't need reminders right now. She had an anxiety attack last time and—"

"I know but I really want to let her know—" I was much too tired to force my eyes open. I could hear the voices fighting about me, and I could only recognize some of them. I recognized my mother's voice, the first voice I had heard. And the second voice was…slightly familiar, but I couldn't place it. And then a familiar male voice spoke up.

"Renee, I think we should let them see her. He…he obviously means a lot to her, judging by her reaction last time, and I think she should know. It's their son." I recognized my father's voice as he spoke up, his voice rough with exhaustion, but soothing and persuasive. I realized the two people standing with them must've been Edward's parents. I could hear my heart monitor spike, and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet.

"See, she's already freaking out! Bella, honey, are you awake?" I felt Renee's weight press into the side of the bed and her hand was on mine in a moment, the other hand reaching up to brush the hair away from my forehead. I barely registered her presence though. All I could think of were Edward's parents, standing somewhere in the room, wanting to talk to me.

Oh God, they were probably going to tell me it was all my fault. That I should've seen the car coming, or I shouldn't have had Edward sneak out to meet me and our friends. That I should've tried harder to get help, and to help him. That it was all my fault he was in a coma, possibly even dying. And they would be right. They would be completely right. It was entirely my fault that this had happened. Wet tears slid down my cheeks as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It was all my fault…

"Bella you nee to calm down." Charlie's voice was firm and even. "Please honey I don't want them to have to put you out again. Please." His voice turned pleading at the end and I took a few deep breaths, reluctantly opening my eyes. I saw both of my parents standing over me, watching my heart monitor as it slowly began to calm down. But beyond them I could see Edward's parents. I recognized his mother—from the time she had called me a tramp and sent me from the house. I blushed at the memory. But Edward's father was completely unfamiliar to me. He looked a lot like Edward though, same angular nose and high cheekbones. He was very handsome, like what I pictured Edward would be when he grew up, only with green eyes and bronze hair.

"Hi Bella," Mrs. Masen said gently, and I could hear shame in her voice. "I'm sorry that we scared you like that. I really didn't mean to." Her voice was desperate for me to understand. It was so…odd. Like she actually cared what I thought about her. But I was the one who did this to her son, who she caught in bed with him and everything. I was lower then low in her eyes.

"Hi," I said weakly, warily. She gave me a half smile and took a step closer, Mr. Masen close beside her.

"I know I haven't been kind to you in the past," she began. She let out a bitter laugh and shook her head. "Actually, I was a total bitch and I was out of line. I'm really, really sorry." My eyes were wide at her words. She just called herself a bitch…and apologized to me. Why were Edward's parents apologizing to me?

"Uh…I…um," I stuttered, unsure what to say.

"It's true, you don't have to deny it," she said apologetically. "Edward," her face fell when she said his name, her voice instantly saddening, "explained everything to me afterwards and I realize now I was out of line and completely inconsiderate of your feelings. I just really wanted to apologize for that first."

First…so there was more? What else could she possible say? Oh, I'm so sorry I called you a tramp, but you killed my son and I hate you.

"Wait, when was this?" Renee asked, sounding confused.

"Don't worry about it," I said quickly and she rolled her eyes. I knew the subject wasn't dropped, but she clearly wanted to let Mr. and Mrs. Masen finish whatever they came to say, so they could spend more time with me.

"Well…I talked to the…EMT's that picked up you and Edward. And they said…they said it looked like you had climbed out of the car and into the rain and mud to get a cell phone to call for help. They said that you got a ton of your cuts and bruises from that. And…they said that if you hadn't called so quickly…Edward would've d-died." Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke and I reached over spontaneously to take her hand in mine. They were a lot like Edward's only slimmer, more feminine.

"I did what I had to," I told her. It was true. I would've easily sacrificed myself, my body, for my Edward. I would do anything for him. "To save him. His phone was in the pocket…where the metal was. And mine was in the middle of the clearing in front of us. So I opened the door and crawled out to it and called 911."

"That's so brave of you," Mr. Masen said. "I know it must have been very painful. We saw the scene of the accident and their was so much glass and sharp metal pieces." He shook his head. "I don't know how either of you survived that wreck." All four parents shuddered in unison, thinking of what might've happened.

"But it's my fault," I whimpered. "I shouldn't have had him sneak out. It's my fault."

"It isn't though Bella," Mrs. Masen said firmly, letting me know she didn't believe me in the slightest. "It's ours. We tried to keep you apart, and we should've seen that what you two have is stronger then just a crush. You wouldn't have had to sneak around in the first place if it wasn't for us. The only thing you can take the blame for is saving him. Getting him here alive, getting help to save you both. And for that, I owe you my life." I just gaped up at her. Who knew, that now, this accident, would make Edward's parents like me. And now, when we might never be together.

"How is he?" I asked weakly, a part of me not wanting to know. Mrs. Masen's eyes filled with tears and Mr. Masen wrapped his arms around her, fighting back tears himself.

"He's…alive," Mr. Masen answered, struggling to find words. "Still…out though." Still in his coma. My Edward. I couldn't bear the thought. My heart monitor spiked, but I fought to get it under control. I didn't want to go back to sleep.

"Can I see him? Please?" I begged.

"Not now dear," Mrs. Masen said apologetically, still sniffling slightly. "He's getting a procedure done on his leg right now to make sure everything is still working okay. We're not allowed in right now either. But you can see him afterwards," she promised.

"He doesn't look good though," Mr. Masen said gravely. "Very sick looking. Doesn't look like himself." He shook his head, unable to continue.

"Plus," Renee added. "You have a few guests." I turned to the door and saw Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie, all holding flowers and balloons, waiting in the doorway, eyes red and puffy but smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" they all shouted in unison.

You bet it was.

A/N: Next chapter will probably be Bella's friends visiting and then maybe her visiting Edward, depending on how much time her friends spend with her. REVIEW!!