A/N: Probably the most anticipated chapter of all, is here. It's not too long and there is still so much more to come. I hope everyone likes it. There is still so much more Edward needs to explain and figure out, so you'll here from him again. There is a little BPOV here at the beginning, but it's really short.

Thank you everyone for all the reviews and sticking with this story. I hope everyone will like it all the way to the end. Thank you bzeemomof4 for editing this for me and helping me out when I don't know where my mind is going at times. You are awesome and so glad I have you as my friend.

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I Was Broken: Marcus Foster/Robert Pattinson

Edward

BPOV

"What do you mean, Isabella?" Alice asked.

"Look." I pointed out the name of the city in Puerto Rico. "It's called Isabela. It's not far away and quite possibly in the line of where the crash happened. It makes sense. Edward has never called me Isabella. Not once. But when I would see him in my dreams he always referred to me as Isabella. He was telling me all along. It's why he came to me. It's never made sense for him to come to me for help. Now it makes perfect sense. He's in Isabela," I explained, excitedly.

"How can you be sure?" Emmett asked. I looked around the room at all of their uncertain faces.

"I can't be sure. I haven't been sure on anything this entire time. I've only been going with my instincts, and right now, at this very moment, I know I'm right."

I watched as Alice and Jasper glanced at each other as Rose and Emmett did the same. I could tell they doubted me.

"Let's go, then," Jasper announced. I smiled, and let out a shocked sigh. "I told you Bella, I'll follow wherever you tell me to, until I find my brother." I nodded my head, thankful I had at least one person on my side.

"Count me in," Alice added.

Rose took Emmett's hand, pleading with her eyes for him to agree. "We're in too," he said.

"Thanks, Emmett," Jasper added.

"It's not that I don't believe you, Bella. I want to, I really do. It just seems like an impossible feat for just the five of us."

"I know," I agreed. "If this next place doesn't pan out, I'll understand if all of you want to go home. I won't ask any of you to follow me around in search of him, if you don't want to."

"Why are you so invested in finding him?" Rose asked. "You two weren't real close growing up. What's your fixation on it now, to make you want to stay and search for him, even if all of us go home?"

"I'm a part of this. I can't explain it, but I just feel like he's part of me. If I give up, then he's lost forever. I have to keep searching."

"But you said you don't see him anymore," Alice pointed out. "How is he still part of you?"

"Like I said, it's hard to explain. Even though I can't see him anymore, I still feel him," I clarified. "If I don't find him, I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of the feeling.

"Me too," Jasper added. I locked eyes with Jasper. Out of everyone, he was the one who truly understood me.

"I'll try to find out about a flight over to Puerto Rico," Emmett announced. He took off out the door, with Rose following close behind him.

"We should start packing up our stuff," Alice suggested. We went into the bedroom and began packing up our stuff, silently, while we waited for Emmett and Rose to get back.

EPOV

I woke up to my third day of nothing. All I knew, I was in a hospital in Isabela, Puerto Rico. The doctor explained how I washed up on the beach a couple weeks ago. They expected I somehow survived the hurricane, which came through right around the same time.

I was in a coma for quite a while, and now I have no idea who I am. I had no identification on me. I don't remember anything, about who I am, or where I came from. Everyone here says I'm American, because of my accent. However, I have no way of truly knowing.

The doctors said my amnesia could go away at any time, or I may suffer from it for a long time. There was no way of knowing how long it would last or if it would ever go away. They assured me there was a chance my memory would recover in time. They suggested seeing things from my past, may spark a memory. However not knowing where I came from and not having anything from my past to go on, there was nothing I could use to spark a memory.

My days here were not only terrifying, but comforting too. I know it's crazy, but as scary as it was, to not know who I was or where I came from, it's all I knew. The sanctuary of the hospital room I stayed in was all I had, and that alone brought me some sense of security.

For right now, the hospital is the closest thing I have to home. I can't go anywhere. I can't call anyone. I can't find my way to my real home. If I even have a home to go to. I have no idea how I ended up in Puerto Rico. Did I live in Florida? Was I on a boat somewhere and got trapped in the storm? Was I even American at all? Was I with anyone when I got lost in the storm? And if so, where are they now? Did I have family or friends who were searching for me? I was completely lost. I had nothing.

"Time for breakfast," the nurse announced in a thick accent, while she wheeled her cart into my room. I turned away from her, and stared at the small window. "You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Idiota se va a morir por no comer," she spoke, under her breath, shaking her head. I laughed, lightly. I hadn't told anyone, but every time someone spoke in Spanish, I understood every word of it. She basically told me I was an idiot and going to die if I didn't eat. She was wrong, though. Another thing I knew was how long it would take for a person to die if they didn't eat. I knew a lot about the medical procedures they performed on me too. I knew what they were for. I knew why I needed them? I knew what to expect. I think I scared one nurse, when I told her she was doing my IV wrong and I insisted on doing it myself.

I crawled out of the bed and walked over to the window. I looked out into the city, watching people walk by and go about their day.

"So, the nurse says you haven't been eating," the doctor said, walking into my room. "Would you like to explain what's troubling you?"

I turned around to face him. "What do you think is bothering me?" I asked sarcastically.

"I know losing your memory is scary. I have every reason to believe your memory will come back eventually. You just need to be patient. I really think you need to get out of this room though. We have a nice area in the back, you can go. You can get some air and some sun. It would be good for you," he suggested.

"I don't feel like it. I'd rather stay here."

He sighed, heavily. "I have a proposition for you. Got outside for a while, take a walk around the grounds. Then, in the morning, I'll call the American embassy and see what we can do, about getting you home. I think by now you're stable enough to go home."

"What home?" I asked.

"Well, America of course," he answered.

"I don't know where to go in America. It's huge. I have no idea what or who I'm looking for. What am I going to do in America?" I wondered.

"Do you not want to go home?" He asked.

"Again, what home?"

"Well, at least once we contact the embassy there will be people who can help you search for your family."

"I'd rather stay here for now." I picked at my fingernail as a nervous habit. The thought of leaving my room, terrified me.

"Suit yourself," he gave in. He left my room, shutting the door behind him.

I didn't want to go anywhere. Honestly, I almost wish they would have left me to die. It's harder, not knowing who I am and feeling lost, than it would have been to just be done with life.

I pulled the lid off of the tray to see what they served for breakfast today. Unfortunately, it wasn't more than oatmeal and fruit. It wasn't exactly my favorite dish.

I stayed in my room for most of the morning, staring out the window, staring at the ceiling, staring at the wall. There wasn't a whole lot to do in my room.

At lunch, the nurse brought me a tray with soup. It smelled good, but I didn't touch it.

When the nurse came in about an hour later to take my tray away, she noticed I hadn't eaten anything again. She sighed, and left the room.

Minutes later a very large man walked in, dressed in the typical hospital scrubs. He came over to where I was sitting, and without warning scooped me up in his arms and placed me in a wheelchair, the nurse was holding.

"What are you doing?" I shouted. "Put me down."

"Sorry, it's doctors orders. He wants you to get some fresh air and to get out of this hospital bed. Since you won't do it yourself, I was forced to call in reinforcements," the nurse explained.

"You can't force me to do anything I don't want to do." I attempted to scramble out of the wheelchair, but the large nameless man, stood in front of me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He was severely intimidating. I cowered back into my seat, when I heard a low growl come from his chest.

"Now, we'll just take you out for a minute and then you can come right back to your room to mope, if you want."

I huffed, crossing my arms like a child, as she wheeled me down the hallway towards the doors.

"You'll like getting some fresh air. It's perfect weather today. You need to get some sun. You are very pale," the nurse observed.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I like being pale," I countered.

She pushed the doors open and wheeled me out on to the small patio. There were a few other patients enjoying the sun as well. I covered my eyes as the bright sunlight hit my face.

"Now, doesn't the warm sunshine feel good?" She asked, parking me on the outside of the patio.

"Perfect," I mumbled, sarcastically.

"I'd like you to stay out here for a while. I'll be back in about a half hour to check on you." She walked back through the doors, leaving me all alone.

I still shielded my eyes from the sunlight. I almost felt like I was about to have a mild panic attack being out here. It was too open. I felt vulnerable to outside threats out here. I had to continue to take deep breaths to calm my nerves.

"What you in for?" A gentleman asked, sitting down next to me. I looked up, removing my hand from my face. He was dark skinned and wrinkly. He looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies. He was short and had a little bit of a gut on him. The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, made him appear like he was smiling constantly.

"Uh, I don't really know. I was in a coma for a while."

"You were in a coma," he repeated, his voice, cracking from the shock. "Well, what did you do to get yourself in a coma?"

"I don't know," I replied. He squinted, trying to make sense of what I was saying.

"I'm Gustavo," he introduced. He extended his hand for mine. I shook his hand and gave him a nod in greeting. "You got a name, son?"

"I'm sure I do," I answered. "I just don't remember what it is."

"You mean, you have… oh what's it called?"

"Amnesia," I finished.

"Amnesia, that's what it is. So you don't remember anything? Not even your name?"

"No," I answered. "I remember how to talk. The doctors seem to think I'm from America because of the accent. But other than that, I have no idea who I am."

"There's got to be something you remember?" He urged. "You haven't had any encounters to give you any clues?"

"Well, there are a couple things?" I admitted. "My daytime nurse, talks in Spanish occasionally and I can understand her perfectly. There's also the knowledge I have of medical procedures."

"So, maybe you're a doctor," he suggested. "There are a lot of American doctors who travel to Central and Southern America to help some of the lower class villages out. I could see you being one of those young men, who think they can save the world."

"Are you trying to put me down?" I asked, getting defensive by his comment.

"Oh, no, nothing of the sort," he assured. "All I'm saying is if you know medical procedures there's a good chance you're a doctor. I've been around for many years now and had more than enough time spent in the hospital, yet I still don't understand half of what the doctors tell me. And given that you're fluent in Spanish, tells me you are a smart man."

"Maybe," I agreed, unconvinced. "So, why are you here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I've got problems with my heart," he replied. "I may need surgery again in a couple days. I wish these damn doctors would just let me die. Then I could be with my wife again."

"Again?" I asked, confused by his comment.

"She died about five years ago. Right about that time was when I began having heart problems. I think I'm suffering from a broken heart, but these crazy doctors keep telling me I have coronary heart disease." I laughed at his attempt at being funny. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. "This is her." He handed me the picture. I looked at a smiling woman with long dark hair and dark skin. She had many wrinkles from age, just like Gustavo had.

"She's very pretty," I observed, handing the picture back to him.

He continued to look it over, with a longing in his eyes. "Mia moglie bella, Kaur. Lei era il mio unico e solo. L'amore della mia vita."

My eyes narrowed at his statement. I somewhat understood what he said. I knew it wasn't Spanish, though. "What language was that?" I asked.

"Italian," he answered. "My mother was Italian. She moved here to be with my dad. I grew up learning Spanish, Italian, and English."

"You said, beautiful wife, right? And I think something about the love of your life."

He stared at me with an astonished look. "Well, you are far more talented than I thought you were. How did you know what I said?" he wondered.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I couldn't understand some of it. There were a few words that stuck out to me, though and I was able to figure out what the rest was."

"So, you're fluent in English, Spanish, and Italian. Plus you're a doctor. I'd say you have a fairly good start at figuring out who you are," he pointed out. I smiled, realizing he was right. All these things were clues to who I was and where I came from.

"Gustavo, it's time for your meds," a nurse called, from the door. He grumbled under his breath, sticking the small picture, he carried, of his wife, back in his pocket.

"I'll talk to you later, kid," he said. "Maybe next time, we can piece a few more clues together to figure out who you are."

This new development, made me start thinking. If he was right, and I was a doctor, who came down here to help somewhere, there had to be record of it. It would narrow the searching down, tremendously. For the first time, since I woke up, I felt hope. Maybe there was a chance I could figure out who I was.

I walked back through the doors and rushed down the hallway. I spotted my doctor at the front desk filling out paperwork.

I rushed over to him, excitedly. "I think I might know who I am," I revealed. He stopped what he was doing and turned to me. My nurse overheard me and walked closer to hear what I had to say.

"What do you mean, you know who you are? Did your memory come back?" He asked.

"No, not exactly," I answered. "But I can understand Spanish and some Italian. I know far too much about medical procedures. More than any average person should. There has to be a reason why I know all this, right? Gustavo suggested, maybe I'm a doctor."

"See, I told you, after a while things would start to make sense. This is great news and definitely, going to help, in finding out, who you are. Just keep thinking and making connections in what you know," the doctor encouraged.

"All this time, you were able to understand me?" The nurse asked, a little embarrassed by what I just revealed. I laughed and nodded my head. She turned her head away in shame.

The doctor patted me on the back. "I'm glad to see you smiling again. I knew some fresh air would help you," he said. "In time, I have a good feeling all of your memory will return. We just need to keep working at it and not give up." I nodded my head in agreement. I actually believed, he was right, for the first time.

He draped his arm around my shoulder and led me back down the hall. He asked me why I hadn't mentioned any of this before and what made this sudden development come to me? Before I could answer, we heard a commotion going on behind us. We both stopped and turned around to see what it was.

A group of people stood at the front desk, talking to the nurse. They all looked frantic. I felt sorry for them. They were probably family members of a patient, who very well could have just died or maybe was in some sort of an accident. I wondered if I had family out there, doing the same thing for me, somewhere.

I was just about to turn away and walk to my room, when one girl came into view, from the group of people. She turned her head and looked directly at me. She gasped, when she spotted me.

I felt like every ounce of blood, had drained from my body, when our eyes met. Every memory, every name, every detail of the accident, came rushing back to me, in an instant. I vaguely heard the doctor ask if I was okay.

"Bella Amore," I whispered, before I fell to the ground and blacked out.

I woke up, not knowing where I was or how long I'd been out. All I knew was I saw Bella. The only girl I'd ever loved. Seeing her brought everything back. She was with my brother and my sister and Alice and Emmett. They were searching for me and somehow found me. It didn't make sense for Bella to be with them, though. I hadn't talked to her or even seen her in a long time.

I opened my eyes slowly looking around the darkened room.

"He's waking up, doctor," the familiar voice of my nurse called.

"Bella," I mumbled.

"How are you feeling, Edward?" The nurse asked.

"A little lightheaded," I answered. "I feel like I just got hit by a ton of bricks."

"Didn't I warn you, you needed to eat?" She pointed out. "If you would have eaten, you wouldn't have passed out."

"It's not the lack of food that made me pass out. It was the rush of memories flooding my mind."

"So, you do remember?" She asked.

"Yeah, it all came back, once I saw them. Is my family still here?" I asked.

"They're out front. The doctor was worried about them being in here when you woke up. He didn't want another episode of fainting to happen," she explained.

"I want to see them," I demanded, sitting up in the bed.

"Hold on there, Edward. Let me check you out first to be sure everything is okay," the doctor insisted.

"I'm fine. I was just a little overwhelmed by seeing my family. I want to see them," I demanded. The doctor ignored me, checking my vitals and searching for anything of concern. I kept sighing in frustration, while he did his work.

"You look fine," he pointed out the obvious. "I guess it would be okay to have some visitors now. But I want you to stay in bed and if you feel anything out of the ordinary, you call for one of us right away," he instructed. I nodded my head, taking a deep breath in anticipation. The nurse turned on the lamp, giving the room a small glow of light. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light.

My heart was racing in eagerness to see my family. One by one, each of them walked through the door. They walked hesitantly over to the bed, looking down at me. Rose picked up my hand, squeezing it tightly, while she cried.

"Do you remember who I am?" She asked.

"Of course I do, Rose. I know who all of you are," I answered.

"The doctor said you had amnesia," she said, confused, by my answer.

"The minute I saw all of you, my memory came back. Then I passed out," I explained. "Actually, that's not entirely true. When I first saw all of you at the front desk, I didn't recognize anyone, until Bella turned and looked directly at me. That's when everything got hazy and I passed out." I looked over at Bella, who was standing to the back, almost looking like she was trying to hide. "I'm not even sure why you're here."

"Do you want me to leave?" She asked, practically turning to leave, before I even answered.

"No," I shouted. "You don't have to leave. I just don't understand why you're here. I can understand why the rest of you are here. But why would you come all this way to help them find me?"

"She helped us find you," Jasper answered. "We all thought you were dead, Edward. It was the hardest thing any of us had to face. But Bella insisted you were still alive and we followed her down here to find you."

How did Bella know I was still alive? Why would she come all the way here to search for me? None of it made sense. I couldn't be happier to see her, but it was strange.

"Where are mom and dad?" I wondered.

"They're on the way," Rose answered. "They should be here sometime tomorrow. Mom is so happy to know you're still alive. She took your death really hard."

"Were there any other survivors from the crash?" I asked. "Did Dr. Banner survive?"

They all looked down with somber faces and shook their heads. I got a knot in my stomach, from the news. I looked up to Dr. Banner so much. I wanted to be just like him. He was an amazing doctor and teacher, even a better friend. He saved my life.

It was silent in the room, other than Alice and Rose's sniffles.

"I can't believe all of you are here. I thought I was lost forever," I expressed.

"You aren't lost, Edward," Alice cried, giving me a hug. "Bella wasn't willing to give up."

"I feel bad for ever doubting you," Emmett said, looking to Bella. She blushed and ducked her head.

Everything they were saying made no sense to me. Why was Bella so involved in finding me?

"This isn't some sort of dream is it? You are all here, right?" I asked.

Emmett laughed. "We're here, man. We have all gone through a lot the last couple of days, but we made it. You were definitely worth the struggle."

I laughed at him. I wondered what type of struggle he was referring to. I still couldn't get over how they were all here.

"We should let you get some rest," Rose said, standing to her feet. Emmett draped an arm over her shoulders.

"You can't leave now? You just got here. All I've done in this hospital is rest," I insisted.

"Edward, we'll be back in the morning," Jasper promised. "We're all exhausted. We haven't even had a chance to check into our hotel room yet. And even if you think you've rested enough, you know as well as all of us, you need more after what you've been through."

I sighed, knowing he was probably right. I still didn't want any of them to leave. I was afraid if they did, I would wake up and realize it was just a dream. Rose and Alice, both gave me a kiss on the cheek, before leaving the room with Jasper and Emmett.

"Bella, can I talk to you before you leave?" I asked. She looked at the others, with concern. "It'll only be a minute. I promise." She nodded her head in agreement. As everyone else left the room, she stood at the end of my bed, nervously.

It was really quiet in the room. Neither of us said a word. All I could do was look at her. She was so beautiful. She looked exactly how I always remembered her. She was my Bella Amore; my beautiful love. She was everything I always wanted, but was too chicken to go after.

"I really should get going. I don't want to leave your family waiting," she reminded.

"What did they mean, when they said you led them to me?" I asked, trying to stop her from leaving.

She hesitated, answering me. "You don't remember?" She asked.

"Remember what?"

"The dreams?"

I shook my head, in confusion.

"You would appear in my dreams, every time I slept. You led me to believe you were still alive. I was able to convince Jasper of it too and everyone else followed along with it, in hope I was right," she explained.

"I came to you in your dreams?" I asked, in a mocking tone. I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but I was so confused by so much.

"I think it was because of the Isabella connection. You would call me Isabella in the dreams. I didn't understand it at first, because you never call me Isabella."

"It's because you're Bella to me. Isabella doesn't fit you."

"That's why it didn't make sense. But once it clicked, I understood it all."

"They said you wouldn't give up searching. Why would you do that for me?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I had to keep searching. You were in my head. I couldn't get rid of you, until I found you."

I furrowed my brow at her comment. In other words, she wasn't doing it for me per se; it was for her own sanity.

I nodded my head, in understanding. She took a couple steps back, and left the room.

From the first day I met her, this is what she did. Just when I thought, maybe I had a chance, she would say or do something, to make me realize it was just my own wishful thinking. As much as I wanted her to love me, the way I loved her, I knew it would never happen. I wasn't good enough for her. She deserved so much more than me.

I rolled over on my side, thinking back to what Gustavo had said earlier about how he was suffering from a broken heart. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Once again, I felt the huge void in my chest, where unknowingly, she belonged.

Disclaimer: I do not speak Spanish or Italian and I'm not familiar with either language. I wish I was. I got these translated using Google Translator. After much research, I found that this translator seems to be the most accurate. I hope it came out correctly, for anyone who understands what these phrases say. I apologize if I got them wrong. I did my best.

Spanish:

Idiota se va a morir por no comer = Idiot is going to die from not eating

Italian:

Mia moglie bella, Kaur. Lei era il mio unico e solo. L'amore della mia vita. = My lovely wife, Kaur. She was my one and only. The love of my life.

Bella Amore = Beautiful Love (roughly translated)