AN: Two chapters in one day! Wow! New record! I also want to say welcome and thank you to all of my new and existing followers and favorites. I loved getting all of the notifications while at my foster sister's baseball game. Once again, I welcome any and all ideas on what should happen next in the story since I really am making it up as I type it.

Chapter 11- Twilight Zone

BPOV

Ugh, I feel like I have been ran over by a truck. Everywhere hurts, and for some reason I can't fully close my mouth or swallow. I immediately start to panic reaching for whatever is keeping my mouth open as crack my eyes open. I hear a familiar voice, but I cannot make out what it is saying. I feel the tears coming to my eyes from fear as I finally start to recognize two of the faces. Edward and Carlisle calm me down and walk me through everything that is going to happen. I wander how I got here, and where my family is. Edward keeps me calm as the ventilator is turned off and I breathe on my own for the first time in I don't know how long. Everyone keeps looking at the monitor but I am not sure at what. It seems like forever before Carlisle guides me through coughing up the breathing tube. I gag as he pulls it out, and look away from the blood the nurse is wiping away. Another female in the room gives me a drink of water and I painfully try to thank her. When Edward mentions pain medicine, I freak out not wanting to lose myself again, but Carlisle knows exactly what to say like he always has. He reassures me my family will be back later, so I agree and let sleep overtake me.

Four hours later…

Trying to wake up, I slowly open my eyes groaning as the sunlight from the window hurts my head. Esme quickly closes the curtain telling me sorry. I rub my eyes to try to get rid of the cloudiness from all of the medication I have been under when someone gently grabs my hand with the IV catheter in it to stop me from dislodging it. Finally getting my bearings, I realize it is Edward who grabbed my hand, and I give him a soft smile. My throat feels like it is on fire so I attempt three times to say the word water, but no words come out, instead I end up just pointing to the glass. Emmett gives it to me with one of his famous dimple grins, but it doesn't reach his eyes. I gulp down half of the glass before being able to finally clear my throat and test my voice. "Hi."

"Hi Bella Bear. You sure gave us a scare. Do not ever do that again got it?" Emmett asks giving me a hug and kiss on the head.

I can't help the giggle that escapes my lips as I nod. "I understand Emmy bear." I look around confused knowing something just seems off, and everyone seems different. "Where are Mom and Dad? When are they going to be here? Has anyone told Jake or Leah I am in the hospital? Those two are probably just hanging out in the cafeteria aren't they?"

The entire room goes silent, and everyone looks between one another, as Esme is briskly texting on her phone. I realize I still do not recognize everyone in the room. Rose is the first to speak up in the room, "Bella, can you tell me what is the last thing you remember?"

"Umm… we were all meeting up for dinner for my college graduation. I had just been accepted into the fast track medical program, and we received a call. I just don't remember what the call was." I look down blushing that I must have hit my head hard when I was in the accident."

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I hear Edward start mumbling as he pulls on his hair, and it starts to send me into another panic episode. Emmett and the other man in the room push him out the door while whisper yelling at him. I look between Rose and Esme in hopes for answers and all I get is a strained smile. Something is not right. Sobbing I start feeling like a weight is sitting on my chest and I can't catch my breath. The monitor starts going crazy and my vision is getting cloudy, the voices are louder, but sound like they are underwater. This just scares me even more. I just want to know what is going on. This point in time, I am in a full-blown panic attack and feel as if breathing is not possible when Carlisle gets in my face. "Isabella. I need you to focus on my voice can you do that for me. Breathe with my breaths. In…. Out…. In…. Out…. Once you are calm I can explain everything okay sweetheart."

I breathe with Carlisle calming myself down as he kicks everyone out but Emmett, Esme, and the two strangers. "That's my girl;" he pushes my hair behind my ear "you're okay. Everything is okay."

He gives me my water and I take a small sip. After returning it to my lap table, Esme sits on the bed and takes my hands in hers while she shares a look with Emmett and Carlisle. "What is everyone not telling me?" I ask biting my lip as I look between all the faces filled with pain.

"Bella, can you tell me what year you think it is?" Carlisle asks.

I nod thankful for something easy. "It is 2011." The look on everyone's faces after I answer makes my heart skip a beat, "isn't it?"

This time Esme takes the lead, "no sweetheart, it is 2018."

I let out a gasp. "I have been asleep for seven years?!" Tears start forming in my eyes when I hear a full chuckle from Emmett. I immediately scowl at him.

"No little sis, you have only been asleep for a week. You just don't remember the last seven years." Emmett says once he gathers himself.

"Oh" is the most intelligent reply I can come up with at the moment. "Well then what happened in the last seven year? Did Jake and I finally tie the knot? Do I have any kids? Where do I work? Did I go to medical school? Why are Mom and Dad not here? Did we get in a big fight or something? What happened to me, and why am I even in the hospital? Also, who are they?" I ask a hundred miles per minute pointing at Char and Peter with the last question.

Emmett pulls up a chair as Esme and Carlisle step out to give us space for the talk to come. Carlisle gave Peter a syringe of Ativan in case I went into another anxiety attack, and a vial of morphine in case I needed in for pain while they were out since Peter has rights at the hospital to dispense medication. When Emmett looks up at me with tears in his eyes I start to shake, "What is wrong Emmy bear?"

"Bella, everything I am going to tell you is not going to be easy for you to take. We actually haven't seen you in seven years. I am honestly not sure where to even start." He says with a forced smile.

"Start from the beginning, that's always the best." I reply after trying to take a deep cleansing breath hating the oxygen mask.

With a nod, he begins his story of the last seven years. I learn about the lives of my friends, family, and the infidelity of my supposed fiancé and best friend. I learn about the fight between Emmett and I the last night we saw one another, and the guilt and secret he has carried for years. I learn he feels even guiltier over the fact Edward had admitted his love for me and his actions had been done all out of pain and jealousy. I have to take a few minute break to gather myself after he tells me of the death of our parents.

Peter and Char fill in the blanks over the last seven years. Who would think that I, klutzy Bella Swan that can trip over air, would be a world-renowned army trauma surgeon who served two and a half tours? I had been married, but I felt guilty I could not cry any tears for a face or voice I had no memories of. The man I had been married to seemed nothing more than a fairytale to me. I had received the highest medals of Honor from my times serving that is what is even more unbelievable, but this caused me such PTSD I could not function like a normal human being according to Peter and Char. I always had to have someone else in control or I would lose it. I kept wandering if maybe it was better that I lost my memories so maybe I can have a normal life. I honestly did not know what I felt right now, or what I wanted. Removing my oxygen mask, I asked Peter for both meds so I could hopefully get some good sleep without dreaming, and if everyone would leave me alone for a while.

One thing I did know, I felt alone. I did not know who I could and could not trust with my heart if my own brother would betray me the way he did. Peter and Char seemed like nice people, but in this reality, they were strangers until I got my memory back, if I ever got it back. After Peter pushed both the meds through my IV and charted it, they left me alone turning off the lights. I finally let the tears flow freely. "Mommy, Daddy, if you are up there, please let me know what to do. I am so confused and scared. I feel so abandoned. Why did you have to leave me? How do I even go on from here?" The tears and medicine lull me to a dreamless sleep.

AN: Just want to say I love and appreciate everyone who is taking the time to read, follow, favorite, or review my story. I look forward to hearing from you! I hope to write another chapter tomorrow/today depending on your time zone its Friday now.