BPOV

My head hurt. That seemed to be the most I could think at one time. Everything felt fuzzy. And I was so tired. Damn, my whole body hurt. It wasn't so much it hurt, just that it was sore, and stiff.

I opened my eyes for lack of anything better to do. Sleep could wait. Logically, I would guess I was already asleep and then I was woken up. That didn't explain why I was still tired.

Edward was slumped in a chair by the bed. I had to say he look terrible. His neck was going to hurt if he kept lying like that. I should wake him up. He just looked so peaceful. He also looked like he could use some sleep.

There were bags under his eyes and he really needed a shave. Worse than usual I guess. He was so damn beautiful, which is something I didn't really say about guys.

I looked around. It was starting to dawn on me that I was in a hospital bed. And I was in a hospital room, so I'd say I was in a hospital. And those people in flowery scrubs outside the door must be nurses. How do they expect to be taken seriously when they're wearing scrubs with teddy bears and daisies on them?

I remembered the crash, or, rather right before the actual impact. I know it hit, I felt it, but other than that it was a blur of spinning. Well, either way, I seem to be in working order. I was breathing and I still had all of my limbs. I could wiggle my toes and fingers and any disfigurements would really bother me. I just wasn't a vain person.

Edward had started to snore softly. I wondered if he was dreaming. Edward didn't strike me as the kind to dream. Or dream something rational. He just didn't.

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to wake him telepathically. I gave up and reached over and flicked his ear.

He jumped and then when he saw me gave a straggled yelp. Like a puppy being run over by a car.

"Bella?" he asked, his eyes alight with a spark that looked out of place on his haggard expression.

"Who else? How long have we been here?" I asked. It struck me that the clock radio next to the bed read a little after three o'clock.

"I've been here a few hours," he answered illusively.

"How long have I been here?"

"Bella, when you got hit, the airbag didn't go off. You remember the accident, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, you slammed your head against the steering wheel, amongst other things. There was a lot of brain damage,"

"How long Edward?"

"Two years,"

Two years? His voice seemed to echo.

"You were in a coma. Esme and Carlisle wouldn't let them take you off life support and then you started breathing on your own and now you're awake. Which is weird, but I'm gonna just go with it,"

I just sat there. I had just missed out on two years of my life. Fuck, I never sent those cookies to Demetri and Felix. They would think I forgot them. And I missed both of there birthdays. I'd been making Felix a birthday cake with some kind of fluffy animal on it since I was a kid. Hell, I'd lived with the guy for a while.

"I made you something," Edward interrupted my thoughts. "I know this is a lot to take in, and Carlisle will probably be mad that I told you instead of getting a doctor, but I'm not totally sure I'm not just dreaming, so," he reached to the side of his chair and came up with a scrap book looking thing.

"Wait," I said, making him pause for a moment. "If I missed the last few years, does that mean I, like, slept threw the recession?"

"Yeah, the economies not that much better. But look," he showed my the book, "I didn't want you to miss out on anything so I wrote about everything that happened while you were out,"

He was shaking and smiling and being all giddy. I was too tired to take it in. Two years? I guess that's not that bad. It could have been worse. I was still young. Edward looked like shit though.

I opened up the book cautiously, like there might be something waiting inside intent on my demise. Here, that kinda rhymes! Wow, maybe I did have brain damage.

The first page had a newspaper clipping that read: Dick Cheney Tragically Dies in Hunting Accident. I started laughing.

"You're kidding, right?" I snorted.

"I thought you of all people would laugh with me. No one else thought it was that funny, I really missed you,"

"I didn't miss you, but as far as my memory goes its still a week before your birthday. Your presents under my bed, by the way,"

"Thanks, I'll have to open it,"

"Two years late,"

After scanning the article about Cheney's…um, tragic death, I flipped the page to find some ultrasound photos of Alice and Jasper's baby. Damn, I'd totally missed the whole thing. At the bottom of it there was a copy of the birth certificate for a Miss Annabelle Alice Hale. Right next to it there was a picture of Alice lying on a hospital bed, hold who I assumed wasAnnabelle. Jasper was kneeling by the bed, looking like he had fainted a few times, but still happier than he had a right to be. Prick. I wasn't sure what I was mad at him for. Maybe for getting to be the knight in shining armor while I carted Alice to her doctors appointments and made her the weirdest stuff to for her cravings. Dammit I fried olives! What did he do?

"She's so cute," I commented, looking intently at the scrunched up little face.

"There are more pictures of her in the other pages. I marked everything better than Alice did. I even have pictures of her first steps, which Jasper missed."

"Doesn't surprise me,"

I continued to look through the book. It still hadn't sunk in. Of course, maybe I just didn't care. Its not like my whole life was over, I just didn't get to live for a few years. I had gone through worse. I'm sure I'll be hysterical later, but until then I'm just gonna figure everything out and be ok with it.

I had gotten to the last page of the book, I gasped. On it, there was a wedding announcement.

"I didn't want to tell you, since you just woke up and all but…" Edward mumbled, looking at his shoes.

Oh I'm sure your all going to kill me, but that's why no one knows where I live. I love that. If you review I might be kind enough to give you a sneak peak. Maybe. This is defiantly the best ending I've some up with for a chapter.