AN: All I can say is WOW! I never expected to have 24 favorites, or 64 followers for this story! You people are amazing. I do want to give a quick shout out to CullenCousin who has given me reviews for almost every chapter even if it is just a few quick encouraging words! It is greatly appreciated. Tonight's chapter I am starting with no real game plan on where I want it to go, I am really just going to see where the words take me. Sorry if it sucks!

Chapter 12

BPOV

I drift in and out of sleep throughout the day as medical staff come in and check my vitals and give me medication, never fully awake enough to communicate or open my eyes completely. By the time my medications fully wears off I am awoken by a panicked voice. "She's been asleep for almost 10 hours Dad! Something isn't right."

I can't quite place the voice yet still not fully functioning, but I recognize the exasperated sigh and reply as Carlisle's "You know better than anyone that someone who has gone through this much trauma mentally and physically will sleep for extended periods of time to allow themselves to heal. You have a brain and proper training Edward. Now use it."

Therefore, it was Edward who was freaking out, I think to myself. I don't quite understand why he is taking such a protective and caring roll with me today unless he just feels sorry for me. I try to pretend I am still asleep during my internal battle trying to figure out what is going on, and then I remember what Emmett mentioned about Edward saying he was in love with me. My eyes pop open and I stare at him sitting up very quick in bed getting light headed. "Woah easy Isabella, is everything okay? Do you need something?" He asks again being the caring guy yet again.

I start trying to scoot away from him as quickly as possible getting stuck in the oxygen mask and IV line. I had already made a decision I was no longer going to let myself get close to anyone again, so my heart couldn't get broken. Treacherous tears escape my eyes as I breathe rapidly still trying to distance myself from him as Carlisle helps him grab me to keep me from injuring myself more. "You just can't let us do anything the easy way can you?" he mutters more to himself before taking a deep breath and looking me in the eye. "Isabella, you need to calm down right this second. Stop fighting us. You are in the hospital, if you don't quit fighting us we will have to give you more Ativan, and we do not want to keep you drugged up. Do you understand me?"

I let out a whimper my natural submissive nature unable to resist your voice as I try to center myself. "Shhh… that's a good girl." Edward says as he is rubbing my heads as they lay me back onto the bed.

I can't help the warm feeling I get inside knowing I pleased him and made him happy. "Now what made you panic like that Isabella?" Edward inquires with a serious expression.

Not able not meet his eyes I shrug and mutter an "I don't really know," praying he will buy it.

"Isabella Marie," his sharp voice makes my eyes immediately snap to his. "I do not like to be lied to, especially when it concerns your health. Now I want the real answer on what caused you to be that frightened."

Not able to meet his eyes again I blush as I mumble, "I was just remembering some of what Emmett told me yesterday."

His response is just a raised eyebrow, and I know I will not get away with half-truths any longer. At this point in time, I really wish I could just be swallowed in a hole, especially since I am admitting this in front of his father. "Just dreamt he told me that you guys were fighting over the fact you were in love with me."

This time it is Edward who is embarrassed and stuttering, "And .that sc. you why? Which by the way I did tell your brother I was in love with you right before your graduation."

All of the mix of emotions gaining up on me at once is too much I start to raise my voice and tears make their way down my cheeks, "Don't you get it? I have already lost so much! I lost my parents, my fiancé, my best friend, my husband, my ability to have kids, my knowledge from school, and worse of all, I don't even remember losing all of this! I can't handle losing anything else. This just proves I can trust no one but myself." At the end of my speech I am in full fledge sobs and Edward has a pained look on his face. He just wraps his arms around me as gently as possible trying not to hurt me. I just lay there not having the energy to fight anymore.

Peter tells Edward he should probably leave for the day, and give me some time to adjust to everything. "Izzy, I know you do not remember me or Char, but I promise you we will continue to take care of you. We should not have let you come out here alone. Your memory loss may be temporary or it may be permanent. We seem like strangers to you right now, but we want to offer you the opportunity to come back home to Phoenix, where you and Riley lived, with us after you get out of the hospital to recover."

I look at this man in shock; we must have been really close for him and his wife to be offering to take me home with them. "I… uh... thank you…" I am not sure what words to say, the day catching up with me, and the stress causing my head to hurt.

"You don't have to give us an answer right now Iz. We have promised you we would be there for you no matter what, wherever you are. I just wanted to make sure you know you have options. You may technically be our submissive, but there has never been anything sexual in nature about it. It has always been more of a parent role between us." I let out a sigh of relief at his words since the specifics of our Dominant and Submissive relationship was not ever explained earlier.

"Thank you Peter. I will truly think about your offer." I wince a little bit as I cough and brace my side with my pillow. He just gives me a pity look as he gets up to go grab a syringe and starts to put it in my IV.

"It's no problem Iz. Now here is some more morphine to help with the pain. I wish you would've said you were hurting sooner. Do not try to be brave, we do not want to be chasing pain, or you will never get better, or be able to successfully do physical therapy," he scolded.

"I just do not want to become addicted to pain meds. I also feel as if all I have done is sleep I want to be awake some Peter." I say a little bit snappier than intended.

"Izzie, you have done major damage to your body. In all honesty, you should not even be alive, so if your body wants to sleep let it. Do not worry about becoming addicted, I will not let you." He added in with a wink. I laughed I real laugh at his antics, and could see why we became close. Maybe going back with them would be good for me, but I also was not sure I could leave my brother or Edward for that matter.

I was feeling very good from the morphine laughing at Peter's thick southern accent, and he kept arguing he didn't have one when the entire family arrived except Rose and Emmett, but Esme said they would be here soon. Carlisle had approved for me to attempt soft food so Esme made spaghetti with marinara sauce and we were having family dinner in my room. The first bite was like heaven in my mouth, I let out a loud moan that made Edward go rigid. He quickly leaned over and whispered in my ear "those sounds better be saved for me in our privacy only Isabella." I choked on my food then turned beat red as he gave me his signature smirk that would've made my panties soaked had I been wearing any if I did not have this stupid catheter. I was getting food everywhere, and Peter was giving me a hard time for it, but I was so loopy I honestly could care less at this point.

After we finished dinner, Char and Peter shared stories about me and even my husband Riley over the last 7 years. They spoke of our shenanigans, and all of the crazy things I had survived during war. Char then brought up the fact I had gotten pregnant once unknowingly right before Riley died, and that is why I was discharged is because the grief of losing both him and our child in the middle of a war zone. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. I had gone as white as a ghost, Edward started frantically searching my paper chart while Carlisle was searching the computer both sharing a look of confusion.

"But... but they said I couldn't get pregnant. Or if I ever did, that it would be through fertility treatments or IVF." I look at Char and Peter confused silently wiping tears down my face.

Edward tells Carlisle "There is absolutely nothing about a pregnancy anywhere in her chart," and Carlisle just shakes his head confirming the same with the computer it is complete chaos.

Peter cleared his throat to demand their attention. "Since everything was destroyed at the hospital, not many of the medical records made it out. Izzy, we all know you have not gone for another opinion on your infertility since your original diagnosis things can change sweetheart." Esme reassuringly grabs her hand.

"I can't! Doesn't anyone understand it! I have already been told once there is no way I am going to be able to have a child of my own naturally, and probably not even with medical help. I can't go through being told that again." I explode.

"Shhh, its okay sweetheart, let it out. I've got you." Esme rocks me back and forth rubbing my head.

If anyone had a talent for worst timing in the world, and not noticing the environment he is walking into it would be my brother. He walks into the room and loudly pronounces, "It's a girl! I am having a little girl!"

I immediately sob harder. Rose looks like a deer in headlights when he walks in announcing it that way knowing of my infertility, and drags him out of the room while he is still trying to figure out what he did wrong. Char is immediately after him muttering how she is going to "tan his hide" with Peter and Edward on her heals.

The more I sob, the more it hurts to breathe. The more it hurts, the harder it is to take a deep breath. I then panic causing me to cry more. Carlisle is yelling at me to calm down but I am beyond the point of my control. I feel like a fish out of water, and I know I am not getting enough oxygen. I think to myself, after everything I survive, this is how I am going to die. Not being in a war zone, not being brutally attacked, not from crying too hard.

Carlisle presses the code blue button as he pushes Esme out of the room. I no longer feel anything as Carlisle pulls the emergency release for the bed laying me flat. A respiratory therapist and team of nurses run in with a crash cart and Carlisle quickly directs them to different jobs. He tell them my lungs are giving up under stress, and he want to re-intubate me until they can get me in for a trach. I mentally groan at the thought of that. During my out of body experience I notice Edward trying to push into the doorway yelling for me to fight and trying to push his way in to help with Emmett right behind him. Emmett keeps apologizing over and over to me and I know he truly means it; he just was hit in the head a few too many times during football so he does not always think. Edward and Emmett both try to argue about the trach after they get me stable again on the ventilator but Carlisle holds up his hand to silence them. "She was not even off the ventilator for 24 hours before her lungs gave out on her again. We took her off way too soon, and it is more of a risk keeping her on the ventilator than doing the trach," he tells them both giving no room for argument.

They both hang their heads in defeat and sigh. Carlisle gives them both a squeeze on the shoulder before calling the OR to call and schedule it not wanting to take any more chances. He is already beating himself up for almost losing me by removing the ventilator so early and letting me deal with so much stress. He is going to play it safe from now on.

After surgery, he is the only one in my room, and I feel like he did this on purpose. I cannot talk with my trach so I write him a note saying, "It's not your fault." Tears come to his eyes as he just keeps apologizing over and over and I just keep shaking my head no. He eventually just laughs at me and my stubbornness. He talks to me about transferring me to a rehab hospital in a few days so I can start physical therapy, and maybe work on my memory. I nod excited hoping to at least remember my husband. He gives my forehead a kiss before I drift off to sleep for the night telling me Edward would be my doctor tomorrow.

AN: Honestly not sure if this chapter even makes sense at this point in time! Lol. It is 4am, and I spent the last 6 hours writing it. I might end up pulling it let me know what you think. After this, we will time skip to Bella getting out of the rehab hospital!