Instantly I froze. The pain in my chest was so great that I started to double over. I clutched it in agony; I was wrong to hope. Bella was in a coma! Bella would never be happy if she was in a coma! She should've died!

I gazed desperately at the ceiling, furious that God had to punish Bella when she had done absolutely nothing wrong. Why didn't you let her join you at angel's gates? Why didn't you let her be happy? Why did you instead condemn her to earth, even worse than before?

I heard Alice gasp as she both heard the news and saw me double over. Her hands were on my shoulders as she comforted me.

Edward, what's the matter? What-?

"It's all my fault." I interrupted her. That was true. I was too late for her to have a full recovery, yet I was too early for her to truly move on.

They all looked at me questionably. I didn't want to explain to them why I said that. I just wanted to see Bella, and make things right.

"Carlisle…" I hesitated; my voice was wavering from the pain. "May I please see Bella?"

He nodded and led me through the hallway. I was distinctly aware of Alice behind me, but the others stood back.

We passed door after door, and then at last we arrived at a door with the words "ICU" on it. I gulped and closed my eyes, then I braced myself.

The first thing I noticed was Alice's intake of breath. Her thoughts were all scrambled, I couldn't make out anything.

Then I slowly opened my eyes, and I gasped.

Bella never looked so lifeless. She literally looked like a corpse. Her skin was a pale translucent white with a tint of yellow, like she was already decaying. The circles under her eyes were more prominent than ever, and she was covered in bandages. I also noticed that there were a lot of IV tubes that were sticking out of her hands. There was also a huge machine next her that connected with her nose.

I walked over to her side and touched her hand. It was icy cold and clammy. I felt sick to my stomach. I was too late… and now Bella would have to go here on, alone.

I turned to Carlisle. "What happened? I thought she would be…"

Carlisle's eyes looked sympathetically at Bella's form.

"When you brought her into the emergency room, her heart already gave out. She was losing too much blood and she was quickly in shock. Our first priority was to restart her heart, but it won't be that easy.

"She had lost so much blood that even if we somehow did restart her heart it would immediately stop from the lack of blood. We had to somehow give her enough blood transfusions and restart her heart at the same time. Then we had to get her breathing. Which is why the respirator here, helping her breath.

"After everything was done, we noticed that she was not waking up. That's when we diagnosed her. She was in a comatose state."

He sighed; his eyes were full of sadness. My insides felt twisted. Again that sharp piercing pain stabbed my heart. I quickly clenched at the pain, hoping it would dull.

"How… How is she in a coma? You need a severe injury to the head to be in coma. How did she-?"

Then my eyes caught that large dark spot on her head. The spot covered almost one-half of her forehead. Awareness dawned on me, and my voice came out in a ragged gasp.

"She fell off the bed and hit the floor head first."

It was Alice who answered, her eyes transfixed on Bella in horror.

Carlisle nodded. "Yes, the injury was severe enough to damage her brain so much to put her in a coma, but also…"

My eyes traveled questionably on Carlisle's face. He was blocking me again. What was he hiding from me?

"Her lungs gave out a while before her heart gave out. The damage from that also contributed."

I looked into his mind again. He wasn't guarding his thoughts anymore, and now I knew what he was hiding from me.

I stiffened. Again, the odds were against Bella.

Carlisle walked over to my side.

"I'm sorry, Edward." He whispered softly in my ear.

I need to return to work, I'm sorry… Carlisle thought out to me.

Then he walked out the door, leaving me and Alice behind.

Alice walked to my side and sat down on the bed with me. Her right hand reached out to touch Bella's face.

"I saw this, but I saw it too late." She whispered.

"It was spilt decision. I don't know what she was thinking, but she didn't plan this. That's why I didn't see this earlier."

She turned to me. "I'm really sorry, Edward."

I didn't say anything. I didn't need her apology. I knew that it wasn't her fault.

Bella…what were you thinking? I stared at her face. It was strangely blank.

The sight of her like that tore at my heart. I was sure that by now my heart was so badly mutilated by now that it would look like Swiss cheese.

Then I silently kissed her nose and inhaled her scent. It was a strange mix of freesia and ginger. The blood transfusion she got is making her smell all wrong.

I laid beside my love and stared at her face, my heart breaking into a million pieces.

Her survival chances aren't good. At most they can be fifty- fifty, but right now they are at least thirty.

I replayed Carlisle's thoughts in my thoughts; he was kind enough to hide it from me so I wouldn't be upset, but I needed to know.

I can't live without Bella, so if she dies, the Volturi would be expecting a visit from me.