Hey again! I already thanked all those who reviewed for Chapters Eleven and Twelve, but thanks again! And also: almost nothing from this chapter is my actual writing. It's all from Chapter Twenty-Three of Twilight. I wont ask you to identify it because I just did, but you should know that I just put this in and changed it a bit to fit my story. Thanks a bunch! Enjoy!

And in case you didn't catch this the first time: I, again, posted two chapters today because both were short. Chapter Fifteen is longer, though. Thanks for bearing with me!

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and although I just stole her words and characters, it is for my and my reader's enjoyment only!

Chapter Fourteen

BPOV

As I drifted, I dreamed.

I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing through my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.

And then I knew I was dead.

Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged.

Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips.

"Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing, broken sobs.

The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.

There was a point of pressure against me head. It hurt. Then, as that pain broke through the darkness to me, other pains came, stronger pains. I cried out gasping, breaking through the dark pool.

"Bella!" the angel cried.

"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep," a calm voice informed me. "Watch out for her leg, it's broken."

I felt a sharp stab in my side. This couldn't be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that.

"Some ribs too, I think," the methodical voice continued, "And her hand. Almost all of it is broken."

Something raised my hand, which was no longer covering my face. I gasped with the pain and it was quickly put down again.

A howl of rage strangled in the angel's lips.

"Edward." I tried to talk to him, but my voice was so heavy and slow. I couldn't understand myself.

"Bella, you're going to be fine. Can you hear me Bella? I love you."

"Edward." I tried again. My voice was a little clearer.

"Yes, I'm here."

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"I know, Bella, I know" – and then, away from me, anguished – "can't you do anything?"

I felt a sharp stab in my arm; it hurt, but not nearly as much as my hand or leg. I whimpered.

"It's alright Bella. Just relax, you're safe now."

"Edward," I tried to say, but I couldn't hear my voice. They could hear me.

"He's right here, Bella."

"Stay, Edward, stay with me…"

"I will. Sleep now, Bella."

The water lapped at my legs and I willing followed Edward's direction to relax.