Okay few things. Some of this shit may seem like, what the fuck? But I was actually inspired by a lot of what I've been through when I was in the hospital.

So um, sorry it took so long and sorry if parts really seem way out there. I wanted to get shit straightened out. All Bella this chappie. She needed her spotlight, especially now.

Poor Edward. Enjoy!

BPOV

I felt like I was in a twilight. A coma.

I knew I was in pain, I just couldn't feel it. Or better yet, I couldn't react to it. It was beneath my consciousness. I couldn't cry. I didn't know where I was. I felt empty, like I was missing something vital. My lungs weren't filling completely with oxygen whenever I inhaled. It actually hurt when I breathed. My chest ached. Though, I couldn't tell you why.

I heard voices. Two men, to be exact. I was getting familiar with them. One voice was always soft and close to me. It was like a whisper floating weightlessly over the sensitive, bruised skin of my face. My cheeks felt swollen, but every time this man's breath swept over it, the pain disappeared for a mere second. It was like a flicker of beautiful relief.

I wanted so badly to open my eyes, to see where I was, to know who these voices belonged to. The other voice was very mundane and authoritive.

"Bella! Bella, calm down!" I heard him demand.

But entangled in his loud voice were sharp pains shooting through my head. They were too intense to fully process and the seconds that followed his demands transformed into a blur of events. I don't remember much. The voices did continue.

"What's. Wrong. With her." Another voice said. I worked to match it with the familiar, close voice. It sounded panicked and firm. Her? Were they talking about me? I remembered the pain then. It went in and out. It was like a dream smacked in the center of a progressing nightmare.

Everything seemed so far away, too. I felt suspended in this blackness. I wasn't sure if anything I was feeling or thinking was reality.

Of course it is. You think, therefore, you are. You know that, Bella. You took philosophy classes didn't you?

Who was that?

It sounded like…me. Huh? Impossible. I struggled to feel my lips closed, my top lip in full contact with my bottom lip. I definitely wasn't talking.

I frequently felt a pair of hands touch my arms, face, and hips. It was gentle, but it would stop too soon. Who are you? I wanted to say. I wanted to say something. Anything.

But I knew I was silent on the outside. I heard crying. Who was crying? Why were they crying. WHERE was I?

"Bella! Oh, Bella. I'm here, love." The soft, familiar voice said. It was very close to me. Even though everything felt filtered, like the sounds were lightly muted, I still knew the voice was close to my face. I wanted to reach out and pull the voice right next to my ear and hold it there. Everything seemed so temporary. Things would drift away just when I was able to fully grasp them.

"I'm here, love." I listened harder. The voice was… beautiful. I felt my heart beat accelerate whenever it spoke.

I couldn't move my arms, but for some reason, this man's voice compelled me to respond. If not verbally, then some other way.

I raised my eyebrows, which hurt a little. In doing so, I felt my eyelids shudder and then squeeze shut. The faint light that shone in was almost blinding, but it also framed the face of man who seemed as though he was crying. Even blurry and filtered, the red, swollen eyes that were centered in this pale image were unmistakably tearing.

But why?

I only realized the man's hands on my arms when he removed them, the movement stunning me. I actually felt a resistance, a longing to touch. But again, just as I was about to try and move, I had forgotten my primary intention. I heard a third voice now. It was talking to the familiar one. Clothes rustled, I figured they hugged. I heard a woman with a very warm tone comfort the familiar voice. Hmm.

"Sorry the driver got us lost, you fucking believe that!"

"What an idiot. I'm glad you're here now, though. I'm about to give everyone in this building a piece of my mind and fist," The familiar voice said. Still not being able to put a name on the voice, I knew that its anger and frustration was alien.

"Sweety, I'm sure she's going to be okay, just a little bit shocked," the warm female voice said.

"I can't fucking take this too much longer. That's fucking Bella and I swear if anything happens-" There was a deep inhale and shaky exhale before the other man's voice spoke.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, what's going on?"

"I have NO idea. That's the problem. No one has answers. WHY isn't she responding?"

"Did she experience…

All of a sudden the man's voice was bubbled out of my hearing. I felt a strong pressure rip through my head as the pain seeped through every blood vessel in my brain.

"Carlisle, she's just not…

Carlisle? Hmm. For a split second the pain went away.

But then it was back, ripping at my insides, tearing me away from any bearable reality I dared to think was credible. Too often this happened. Too often was I thrown away from answers.

Still, something was telling me to hold on. I knew I would snap right back to normal. I just couldn't at that moment. The distance was frightening. It was like I was being stretched, further away from… from reality?

The tension I felt told me I wasn't completely broken off. I still felt that pull, a tug-of-war sensation. It comforted me, ironically, to know that I had options. I could either succumb to the blackness, or fight.

But just as the pain paralyzed any other logical thought, I felt a sharp prick on my arm, for the second time, and everything I felt became softer and less intense. The voices became fuzzy.

"Why the fuck is she shaking? ANDERSON!"

"Okay calm down, boy, I'm going to sedate her."

"What?! Sedate her?! The HELL you won't! I want her awake."

"Son, listen to him… it's what Bella needs right now."

"Please… just fucking…"

"We are going to wheel her into the operating room as soon as she is completely under. Hopefully that will give us answers."

"What the fuck are you going to do to her?"

"Edward, dear, she can probably hear you. You DO know that right."

"Yes. I've told her "I love you" almost every half hour. Don't test me."

"Okay. The TBI specialist is here. There's some head injuries that have yet to be looked into."

The last thing I heard was the familiar voice and the new voice having a screaming match. The sharp prick in the arm made me gasp, at least I think I gasped, and I surrendered to the deep and powerful waves of unconsciousness.

The blackness stared me right in the face.

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"She looks content."

What?

That was so clear. It was as if someone finally pulled ten pounds of cotton out of my ears. It was like crystal.

This was new. I didn't feel any pain. The pressure had released itself from its grip on my will to hold on and I felt… weightless.

I wondered if my eyesight would be as clear as my new hearing. Then I remembered the last time I attempted to open my eyes. I saw a man crying. He was beautiful. And somehow his hands always swept over my skin in the most breathtaking of ways.

It wasn't just a familiar voice, but a familiar touch, too. It pushed me to try and open my eyes again. But what if you see something terrifying?

No no no. I couldn't give up. I had to do this for… well, for something. I knew that much. I knew that the "something" was specific, but memory was not on my side lately.

I tried visualizing something that made me happy. I began to see a landscape in my mind when I felt the familiar voice's hand on my forehead. I moved my hand to cover his but all I felt was the cold, damp skin of my forehead. Hmm.

I took notice that most of the pressure in my head was gone. It was like the world was lifted off my forehead, all the tension ripped through until nothing was holding me down.

I returned to my visual, calm and collected. It was a green landscape. Slowly, trees began to rise up around the edges of this vast, grassy plain, framing it. It was a meadow. The evergreens cast shadows from the uncovered suns' rays, forming a thicker, more private frame. It was stunning. I wanted so badly to be there, laying in the grass, feeling the warmth of the sun bake into my pale skin. And suddenly…

"Bella," the familiar voice said. I gasped, still unaware if I actually made any sound whatsoever. But then I felt it.

His hands moved up from my hips, along the side of my body, and cupped my face. I felt my own heat warm my flesh from the inside out while I felt his warm lips plant soft kisses around the bruised skin on my face.

"I'm here, Bella," he said.

I needed to open my eyes. Without thinking, I turned all my attention to my facial muscles. I was able to breath through my nose. Next, I tried moving my lips. After I succeeded, I moved my eyebrows. There should not be a problem with my eyes.

And there was absolutely no problem opening my eyes. The only problem was what I saw.

There below me, lying on an operating table, underneath 3 blinding lights, was me. Asleep, bruised, and in the arms of a beautiful, crying man.

--

How the hell? It was like watching myself in a movie.

"Bella, if you can hear me, I want to let you know you are going to be fine. I love you and will be waiting here when you wake up," he said. His lips were brushing my ear as he spoke.

I felt their phantom presence on me and shivered. But my body below me lay still and asleep.

The flood of realization almost drowned me. I was in the hospital, lying on an operating table, beat and battered. I still couldn't remember why and what was even more annoying was the fact that I had no idea who's arms I was cradled in.

Who was he? Certainly, someone important. I couldn't see his face. It was buried in my shoulder. I saw his hand grasp mine on the operating table. His fingers were long and lean, piano fingers… piano fingers…

"Ouch!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut. What the… Did I just scream? All I know was the pain shooting through my head was paralyzing.

No one below me moved or even looked like they heard something. God, I must be crazy. Maybe that's why I'm in the hospital…

I opened my eyes and the image had to focus itself again, like a camera lens. It was a fine focus and with just a tiny disruption it was a blurry, smudged mess.

I blinked a few times to clear my eyes up and saw an older blonde man walk towards me. He placed his hand on the man's back who was holding me.

"She looks good, Edward," he said.

Edward… So that's his name.

I was glad to finally have a name for him. Edward… I said it over in my mind a few times. It actually felt pretty good to say it. It was as if my lips naturally moved in the ways his name is pronounced.

I felt two cool hands caress my face and brush my hair back gently. Then before I opened my eyes, I felt a warm pair of lips press like a feather on my forehead.

An inexplicable feeling ran through my veins. It wasn't pain… it wasn't pleasure… it was… a memory?

Why had this sparked a memory? Deep within the trenches of my subconscious, a new revelation was surfacing. I opened my eyes and was faced with a bright white light. It was enough to blind me but I had to keep my eyes open. I was remembering something. Something important. The hands touched me again. The lips… I felt them everywhere. I felt the warmth of another body pressed against mine. I remembered these feelings. Inside the whiteness I was facing I saw that image of a meadow forming again. It was beautiful. As the memory got stronger, two people materialized in that meadow, lying on a blanket in the sun, intimately tangled in each other. The tingles shocked my body as I started running towards it. I had the sudden urge to devour each and every part of that man.

I was so close… my legs were rushing there. My arms were outstretched towards it. Still, I felt the force that was stronger than gravity hold me back. I tried to break the resistance but it wasn't allowing me to get too close. Then in the flash of an eye, everything went black. I felt myself falling. That meadow was gone. This Edward was gone. The light was gone. My pain was gone. . .

My body seemed to snap back into a former realm of my reality. I felt my body ricochet from that aerial view into a more solid form. The clarity of all the sounds was magnificent. Voices, clicking machines, my own fury, my own curiosity…

Once everything fell silent, I opened my eyes.

And there above me, was the face of the most beautiful man in the world.

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Okay there you have it. Welcome to a portion of my life.

There is something specifically wrong with Bella, we just haven't found out yet.

You will, I promise. Edward will find out first.

Reviews are like beautiful memories.