So I haven't updated in two months. I officially win worst author of the year.

I did have half of this written forever ago, but I finished the rest today.

Like I told the readers of my other story, you have permission to throw rotten vegetables at me. However, since I didn't update this one for TWO months, you can also throw heavy objects as well.

The much anticipated chapter, I see. Many of you think she died, while others think she didn't. Who is to say?

Short chapter, my bad, but I wanted to get something out for you guys. I think I'll finish off updating my other stories tonight or tomorrow, and then work on this one again.

I think I'll set up days of the week for updates, for each of my stories.

And for the readers of my other fanfic, Only Hope, I'm planning on starting the sequel finally.

This chapter is called Bless the Broken Road (by Rascal Flatts)

Previously . . .

Sliding quickly into my chair, I rolled onto the back porch, frantic. What I saw there wasn't a good sight.

"Mrs. Caldwell?!"

EPOV

I scrambled to get my cell phone from my pocket. Dialing 911 with fumbling fingers, I stared wide eyed in panic at Mrs. Caldwell.

She was sitting in her swing, like usual, but this was different. She wasn't breathing. She wasn't waking up. Something had gone terrible wrong.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" A cool female voice answered. It astounded me that she could be so calm when something like this was happening.

"My address is 5663 Old West Road. My grandma has just passed out. I don't know what's wrong with her." My voice was rushed, coming out in a big blur. I was scared. So scared.

"Okay, don't panic, we'll have help by soon." She hung up, leaving me frozen. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't easily try to resuscitate her, not in my wheelchair. Plus I wasn't certain how I could. I grabbed her frail wrist and tried to feel a pulse.

My mind might have been playing tricks, but I thought I could feel a pulse. I relaxed a bit, but the tension never left.

I heard sirens coming, then. I thanked the lord that this was a small town. EMTs rushed in, and I pointed to Mrs. Caldwell. They took her onto a stretcher. I followed. They let me into the back of the ambulance. I sat there, worried out of my mind, holding her hand. What had happened? Why now? Why her?

I called Bella, but she didn't answer. I left a message, hoping she found it in time. Maybe she knew what was happening.

I felt tears in my eyes. Mrs. Caldwell couldn't die. She was my family now. She was really my grandma now. I hadn't lied on the phone.

The people in the ambulance were examining her. They didn't seem to use the defilibrators, so I had some hope. Maybe she did have a pulse.

They were talking back and forth to each other, but I understood none of it, too terrified to concentrate.

The wailing ambulance arrived at the hospital. The doors were ripped open, and the EMTs rushed out with Mrs. Caldwell.

A remaining EMT spoke to me. Her face was kind. "Just go to the waiting room." Catching my expression, she reassured me. "I think she'll be fine. Don't worry."

And with that, she was gone, going after the stretcher. I wheeled myself to the hospital entrance and to the waiting room. I didn't move an inch, petrified for Mrs. Caldwell.

But then the doors opened, and in walked Bella. She seemed worried as well, but not scared like me. What was wrong with her? Did she not realize that her grandma could be dying?

"Edward!" She called, running over. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have left you there with her all alone! You had no idea!" She was breathing heavily, and I tried to calm her down.

"No idea?" My voice was slightly sharp, and I felt a bit of shame.

"Oh, Edward," She sighed and bit her lip. "My grandma has cancer."

I stared, shell shocked. I recalled knowing about her cancer, years and years ago. But I thought she had beaten it. Apparently not.

"For how long?" I choked out. Bella clasped my hands and sat down next to me.

"She had it for the first time, many years ago. But it had a reappearance a year ago." I gaped at her, too petrified to say anything.

Bella looked worried, and I tried to say something. I was interrupted by a doctor, though. It was Jasper's father, Carlisle. "Bella, Edward, would you please come with me."

Bella let go of my hands, and stood tall. She walked after Carlisle with her shoulders straight. To some, she might seem like a stiff, freaked out by the hospital and not wanting to be here. But to me, she looked like a heroine, walking down a long hallway to meet her fate. I was envious of her bravery.

But Carlisle's kind face was not devastated, so I latched onto hope as I wheeled after Bella, heading toward the hospital room that Mrs. Caldwell was in.

She looked so frail. There was an IV in her arm, and tubes over her face. But she seemed to be alive, breathing.

"She just passed out. It's common for some cancer patients. You should be able to take her home tomorrow." He said. I nodded, unsure of what else to say.

I rolled over to the side of her bed, and Bella followed, sitting on a chair next to me. Carlisle left.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I broke the silence, my voice pained.

"I didn't want to worry you," She whispered, holding Mrs. Caldwell's hand. I looked at her, drawing her gaze from her grandmother.

"That's not all, is it?" I asked.

She shook her head, tears forming in her doe brown eyes.

"It's most of it," she said quietly, "but it's not all." She looked at me intently, now. "I-I felt like… if it was just me and her who knew, it was less real." She finally said before dissolving into tears.

I did as best as I could, and reached out to hug her. "She's the only family I have, Edward." She sobbed. "I don't know what I'd do if she died." I patted her back while she cried into my shirt.

"It's going to be okay," I told her, more to convince myself than anyone else. "And I'll be here for you and her through the entire thing."

And it was true. The next three weeks, we were in and out of the hospital. Mrs. Caldwell was getting worse. I knew it, even though the doctors said nothing.

And then, three and a half weeks after I found out, we got the news. Bella cried for an entire day. We were sitting in Mrs. Caldwell's room, like usual, and Bella never stopped. I sat down on the spare bed, and held her while she cried. Not for herself, but for her grandmother. I cried as well, and remembered the time Bella was there for me, when we sat on a bed similar to this after my surgery.

Carlisle told us to get some rest, because Mrs. Caldwell would be in the hospital for a few days. Bella argued for all she was worth, refusing to leave her grandmother.

But I coaxed her home, back to her house. We sat on the bench on the back porch while Bella cried out her last tears.

If it's fine with everyone, I'll start the romance next chapter or so.

Remember, you can throw rotten veggies!

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