I woke up in a cold sweat or maybe it was that I was sweating and someone was wiping my forehead with a wet cloth.

"Mom?" I questioned, seeing a blurry vision of a concerned looking woman hovered over me, who looked much like my mother.

I blinked a couple of times trying to adjust to the light in the room.

"He's awake." I recognized my mother's relieved voice say to someone else in the room.

"Baby, how are you feeling?" She asked, giving one of my hands a light squeeze.

My mouth was dry, too dry to say anything back. I felt dizzy and weak and most of all confused.

"You okay son?" My father asked in the distance.

I looked at both my parents bewildered. What where they doing here, why was I laying on the couch in the living room. My head was pounding and ached in pain.

I scanned around my surroundings to a cop in the background, actually two cops, talking to my father and pointing to shattered glass on the ground next to my mom's china cabinet.

Suddenly my memory of what happened last night or only a couple of hours to minutes ago flashed through my mind.

I remember the power being off, hearing noise, getting cut by the broken glass and getting hit over the head hard as Edward waiting outside for me to inform him if it was safe.

Shit, where is Edward?

I shot up in a panic which was a big mistake, my head suffered the price. The pressure nearly doubled in seconds.

I groaned in pain, squeezed my eyes shut as I rub the back of my sore head, trying to ease the pain. All it got me was hiss and a whole lot of worried questions from my mom, asking me if she needed to take me to the hospital.

"Where's Edward?" I groggily asked.

My mother gave me a weak smile before easing my fears and letting me know he was safe and sound at his house.

"Lay down Sweetie. Right now you need to rest and let yourself heal. You got a pretty nasty cut on and bump on the back of your head. I'll go get you some aspirin and get you a fresh wet cloth for your head." I mom said standing up from her spot about to leave.

"No, I can't rest now. I have to go over to see if Edward's okay and find out what happened." I voiced stubbornly, trying to move but my mom forbid it, placing her hand on my chest to stop me.

"Jasper, you are hurt, you might have a concussion. Now I am not letting you out of my sight until I know you are safe and out of the danger zone." My mother warned.

I let out a defeated sigh as she continued to speak.

"If you want to know what happened, I'll tell you. Though I really don't see how that changes the situation or fixes anyth…"

"Mom, please. I'm dying here. Tell me." I pleaded, feeling my anxiousness getting the best of me.

"Well, from what I heard, Edward said you went to investigate some noise you heard by yourself in the dark house, which is really stupid Jasper, what were you thinking? You could have been killed and…"

"Mom please, you can feel free to lecture me later when I'm feeling better, now please get back to what happen."

"Well, Edward said you went inside and heard you yell out in pain and said he called out to you and you never responded back. He felt something bad most of happen and went through the side door and was able to get a hold of your cell and quickly dialed 911 before he proceeded further inside. He said he came upon to men covered in all black that looked to be robbing the house and then he saw you lying on the ground out cold…" She said getting choked up.

"Oh mom. Please don't cry. Don't stop there. What happened? What did Edward do?"

"I can't help it if the thought of losing my only child kills me. " She sniffled, whipping her tears away.

My mom took a breath to calm herself before she continued.

"Edward caught one man off guard and punched him in the face, so hard the guy fell back and it left Edward's hand throbbing in pain. The man ran away scared and afterwards Edward threatened the robber left standing and informed him he called the cops, hinting they would come any minute, with that the second guy fleeted as well.

Edward sprained his hand but he's fine and more importantly, my baby is fine."

"Edward saved my life." I whispered to myself in disbelief.

"I know, it does sound strange, doesn't it? Who knew he had it in him? He was always such a shy boy. I'm glad he chose the right time to be brave.

Well, I'll go get you something for the pain and YOU don't move an inch."

I can't believe Edward put himself in danger for me.

I must mean more to him than he leans on.

I mean, someone wouldn't just risk their life for anybody.

Right?

I laid back into my cushy pillows and smiles at the thought.