Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.

And to you, my readers and followers, thank you! I wish I had the time to answer you, but we can discuss stuff in my facebook group. ;)

Bella felt like she was living in some parallel world, because nothing seemed to make sense. Ever since she met Edward, her world had exploded. At first, she had no idea why she felt so attracted to him, but the more information about his past she got the more fascinating he got. Gone was her dull life, though at that very moment she wished for her dull life.

Ever since she had learned he'd have to compete in a race—a very dangerous one—she had vehemently tried to stop him. He didn't listen. He never listened.

The past few hours had been the worst of her life. It was as if the whole Brady episode was on repeat, but worse. Much, much worse. This time the injured one was Edward, her boyfriend, and he was shot.

No one told her anything as she sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, curled up, holding the can of soda Jake had pushed into her hand a while ago. She had no intention to open it.

All their friends were there. Sam sat with Leah in a corner, Paul was a few chairs away with Seth trying to get him to calm down—out of all the boys, Seth seemed to be the most affected. Edward had warmed up to him first and they'd become very good friends in a short period of time. Jake was next to her, his head on the back of the chair, gazing unseeingly at the ceiling. Jasper was pacing up and down the small room. No one dared to tell him how annoying that was. Alice was slouching two seats away from Bella, having managed to fall asleep. Carlisle, Edward's father, was on the phone keeping a calm façade, but Bella could tell by his eyes—when they met hers every once in a while—that he was very worried for his son's life.

She realized he was probably talking to his wife. It must be horrible for the grieving mother to travel alone to an unknown place where her son was fighting for his life on the operation table.

At least, Bella knew he was on good hands. Carlisle had ordered the doctors to keep him stable until more qualified people from Phoenix arrived. They'd been in the O.R. for hours and the more time passed the sicker she got.

Bella tried to remember all the happy times she had spent with Edward in the past few months, his beautiful smile, his laugh, the way he called her baby. A sob erupted from her chest as she hugged her knees tighter, allowing her tears to roll down her cheeks and fall in her lap.

She fleetingly wondered what were Jimmy and Emmett doing at the station with Ben's gang, but she quickly dismissed the thought. They should all rot in hell.

The doors of the waiting room opened and in spilled a distressed Esme. She fell into her husband's arms, wailing.

Bella couldn't be there for another minute. She was suffocating. Why was there no news?

She fled from the room, and only stopped when she reached the front steps of the hospital. She slumped down, letting her head fall on her folded arms.

It felt like hours passed until someone shook her shoulders, calling her name. Bella shivered. It was January after all, even if they were in Arizona.

Emmett was crouched in front of her, staring at her worried. She saw her brother behind him and her lower lip quivered. She needed him, and he seemed to sense that, immediately joining her on the steps and wrapping her in his warm jacket.

"Is he…?" Emmett choked out.

Bella lifted one shoulder. "No one has come to tell us anything."

He nodded somberly and went inside. She burrowed into her brother's chest, weeping. James rubbed her back, at a loss how to act around his baby sister crying. The last time she'd been this distressed had been when they lost their parents. But they were younger, she was a child.

"Jimmy."

"I'm here, sis. I'm here." He kissed the top of her head, rocking back and fro.

"Tell me he'll make it," she mumbled into his shirt.

"You know I can't do that. I hope he's strong enough to survive. But Bella…" He tilted her head to look at her. "…shoots in the stomach area are the worst."

"But Ryan or…whatever his name is, he got shot a few years back too."

"It was in his side, Bella. And he had months of bed rest, but blow right in the abdomen? I'm not sure, sis."

She sobbed, crawling in his lap. For the first time since they had lost their parents, she truly wished for them to be there. She needed their reassuring words.

The front door of the hospital opened and Jasper burst out. Bella stared at him, waiting for him to talk, but after staring at her for a full minute he turned to the side and heaved over the banister. It made her think of the worst, but he was followed outside by Alice.

"He's out of the surgery. He's stable," she said softly before hovering over her boyfriend.

Bella sprung up and rushed inside. She ran past nurses and patients and even their friends still waiting in that stupid room. She came to a halt at the end of the hallway, realizing she had no idea where she was headed, but then she saw Mrs. Cullen coming out of a room with Mr. Cullen's arm around her. Bella dashed in their direction.

"I was coming to get you," Esme said quietly, bringing Bella in a tight hug. "It doesn't look as bad as it sounds."

"I'm sorry," Bella mumbled, not knowing why she was apologizing.

"My son is one stubborn boy, but right now I can only thank these amazing doctors for keeping him alive."

"Is he going to be alright?" Bella looked from Esme to Carlisle.

He nodded solemnly. "Dr. Hunt said if he passes the night alright, he'll be fine."

"If he wakes, let us know." Esme cupped Bella's cheek. "The doctor said he might wake up in the next hour."

"Oh, you go back to him. I can't go in there… He'll need you," Bella protested.

"He'd love to have you there." Esme gave her a small, watery smile.

"And don't let his accessories scare you. I'm going to have a talk to Emmett and James about that," Carlisle added in a sour tone.

What accessories? Bella wondered confused.

She stepped into the room, closing the door as softly as she could. Her heart stopped when she saw her boyfriend in the hospital bed. The first thing she saw was the white bandage wrapped around his stomach, then the IV in his arm and to her utter shock, his other hand was cuffed to the metal bar of the bed. That must be the accessory.

She fell in the plastic chair beside the bed and took his hand. "I'm here, sweetie," she whispered, rubbing his hand. "I'm not sure if you hear me, but I'm so happy to see you alive."

He didn't move.

Bella pulled her knees up against her chest and rested her chin on them, her hands still on his hand. She tried not to look at the silver cuff.

What did that mean? Was he going to get arrested?

Technically, he wasn't allowed anywhere near racing cars, let alone race. But why would they cuff an unconscious person? It's not as if he's able to run anywhere anytime soon.

She wondered idly why Emmett hadn't talked to the judge before the race. They should have allowed him to do this.

Was Edward risking prison?

Her stomach turned at the thought of him in prison. Everyone had fought to keep him out of there, only for him to end up in that place after all. She wanted to blame Jake, but she couldn't find it in her heart to do it. Even though he took all the blame, Bella knew that someday this inevitable meeting between Edward and Ben would have happened. She had no idea of the outcome, but it could have been worse, or better, she'd never know.

A tightening around her fingers alerted her that Edward was waking. She scooted closer and gazed at him apprehensively.

His eyes fluttered open. Hazy green eyes found her anxious brown ones.

"Hey," he croaked out.

"Water?" she asked softly.

He nodded, looking around. "Hospital? What happened?"

Bella held a glass with a straw at his lips. Once he had a few sips, he lifted his hand to stop her only to have it jerked back.

"Ow," he hissed. "The fuck?"

"You're cuffed. Don't break your wrist too," she said soothingly, rubbing his hand.

"What? Why?" He stared surprised at the handcuffs. "Is this part of your kinky fantasy?"

"I wish." She managed a small smile. "Let me bring your parents. You had all of us worried sick, Edward."

"What happened? Wait. I want one more minute alone with you."

Bella explained to him in a few words the past few hours' events—since he got shot to the moment he woke up.

"He shot me? No wonder I feel like shit."

"Does anything hurt?" she asked, worried.

"My stomach, obviously. And my head."

"I think you hit your head too when you fell. Let me bring the doctor and your parents." She leaned over his bed, kissing him chastely on the lips before disappearing from the room.

Shot? He got shot.

Edward couldn't comprehend the enormity of the situation.

And he was cuffed like a convicted criminal.

The only thought that made him smile in that crazy situation was that Ben was dead. He'd never hurt anyone again.

The next few hours exhausted Edward. He wished he hadn't allowed Bella to go after his parents. Even though he needed to see them, after them his friends followed and it seemed like a never-ending stream of hugs and gasps at the cuffs and pitiful looks at the bandage around his middle.

At the moment his parents were back with Bella, his eyes were dropping. His mother was at his side, stroking his hair and Edward didn't even seem to find it in him to be embarrassed. The doctor had given him more morphine or valium or whatever was in that IV. It made the pain go away and sleep fog his brain.

He slept in rounds, coming around to some loud noise or the door creaking open, then falling back asleep. Someone was constantly next to him, and he suspected his mother was that person. At some point there was a commotion around, people screaming, but he succumbed to the drug again.

When he finally pulled through the foggy haze, he found Bella curled next to him. His right hand was cuff-free and he flexed it slowly, making the joint pop, before wrapping it around her back.

She stirred and looked up at him. "Oh."

"Hi."

"You're awake. God, you scared me so much! The doctor had no idea why you wouldn't wake!"

"I was tired, I guess," he tried to make light.

"Don't. Not now. Don't joke." She reached up to kiss his stubbly cheek.

"What time is it?"

"You mean, what day is it, surely?"

"Now, you're joking, baby."

"It's January the seventh, Edward! You slept for two days straight. But I guess I understand you. Now you have to face the music."

He frowned, running his fingers down her back. "What's that? Where's everyone?"

"Jimmy convinced your parents to go sleep at our house. He's at the station now, and the others went home too. Oh, Jasper and Alice came back after a few hours of sleep at home. They should return shortly, they went after coffee."

He grinned. "I could use some coffee."

"I doubt you're allowed anything. Your doc nearly had my head for giving you water when you first woke up. Sheesh. Never get shot again, it's giving me headaches."

"Promise." He leaned to kiss her but stopped shortly, hissing in pain.

"I'll bring Vicky," Bella told him quickly. "She works here, did I tell you?"

He shook his head in amusement.

As Bella left, Jasper and Alice stepped in the room. Having his old friends around made him forget about the pain. Barely.

"Jazz, stop looking at me like that! I'm still alive," Edward grumbled after five minutes of his friend looking sadly at him.

"Man, I could have lost your crazy ass. I'd have missed you."

"I know," Edward said softly. "I'm here. Not going anywhere."

Bella returned with Vicky and a doctor Edward could vaguely remember. He'd talked to him before, but he had no idea if it was during his hazy dreams or in the O.R.. He presented himself as Dr. Hunt and started the check-up after sending everyone out of the room. Vicky was changing one of the bags above is head.

"Am I allowed to eat? I'm kinda hungry," Edward wondered when the doctor was done, looking pleased with the progress.

"Stick to the needle for now. I need to run a few tests. Schedule him for an MRI."

"MRI? Sounds painful."

"That helps to scan your body and see what's inside."

"I wish I was left in the dark," Edward muttered. "What about water? Can I drink?"

"With the straw and only a few sips." The doctor turned to Vicky telling her more medical terms Edward didn't understand before leaving, but not without promising to see him soon.

"Thanks." Edward nodded to Vicky when she handed him the cup of water.

"I'm not sure why I'm allowed here, since you're practically family. At least I can keep everyone updated." She offered him a small smile. "I have to go. I'll let your friends back in."

Edward had no idea why Bella didn't like her. She wasn't that bad.

With Bella tucked back into his side, he continued his conversation with his friends, until his eyes started dropping. Bella raked her finger through his hair, lulling him to sleep. At some point he thought he heard his mother's voice, but he was too tired to wake and see if she was really there.

Check out the pictures I'll post in my group on Facebook. There will be teasers, too. :) Also go subscribe to Fictease, I'll add there teasers and pictures.

Updates: Saturdays and Wednesdays.