Sunday (Day Three):

Jasper tilted his head, almost staring at Kit curiously. It was day three of her coma and still, no change.

He and his wife were alone in the hospital room, Kit's parents allowing them some time. It was very selfless and humble of them and Jasper did what he could, to ease the crippling pain that they felt. So that they could hold their heads up and stand a little straighter, hunched over by their heavy grief.

"This is why," Alice leaned heavily against his chest, safe in his arms, "…I-I don't understand."

No one did, Jasper figured. He understood, though. He did. There was a cost in burying such pain rather than expressing it freely.

And this was it.

He went forward, shuffling Alice along and reached out to gently hold Kit's hand.

"Hey, sugar," he greeted, using terms of endearments that he usually reserved for Alice, "How're you holdin' up?"

His shoulders wilted. From his place at Kit's bedside, he could feel the anxiousness pulsing off of both Blake and Everly. It didn't matter if they had offered to give Alice and Jasper some time, they were eager to get back to their daughter and the feeling increased every second they were away from her.

"Can you see her, now?" he whispered to his wife.

"No," Alice said, "Seeing her go into the coma was the only one…" she shook her head, not wanting to talk about it, "I don't know what to say."

Jasper lifted a shoulder in a brief shrug. What did you say in a situation like this? It came as such a shock, which was another emotion he could feel from everyone, no matter how slight it was.

He let go of Kit's hand and passed it over his face. Being in the hospital was tough. The blood, no matter how tainted by the scent of infections and drugs, still smelled appealing, but surprisingly, blood was not on the top of his list of concerns. Maybe close to the top, but not the tip top.

School was going to cause turmoil on his gift, tomorrow. Esme had prompted him to stay home until things settled down, but the issue was, who knew when that would be? For all they knew, Kit would never come out of her coma. There were reports of humans being in comas for decades or never waking up.

"I'm worried about Emmett," Alice finally said.

"Everyone is."

Jasper adored his wife more than anything, but sometimes, he wondered if she only said things to fill the silence. Truthfully, it was just another thing he adored about her.

Still, it was more than worry. A vampire's love was strong and unbreakable, bound for eternity. Even in death. It was strong enough to survive the competitive nature for blood. A mate for a vampire was gravity and to Jasper, Alice was his gravity.

It was still weird to him, to think that Emmett had fallen for a human. It seemed cruel. Kit, a fragile, breakable human girl—a girl that to his kind was nothing but cattle to feed on—was Emmett's gravity.

But she was.

She was, and Jasper felt it so strongly from Emmett. His brother loved Kit so much, it added a new glow to his marble skin. It stretched throughout his whole body. He fell in love with her, all the time, all over again, each time harder than the last. He fell in love every time he heard her laugh or when she scrunched her nose or rolled her eyes when he told a lame joke, but laughed anyway. When she bit her nails or ran her fingers through her hair or gasped when she got to an interesting plot point in a book she read.

Emmett needed her, even if he didn't fully know it…he needed her as much as he needed blood to sustain himself and if Kit died, he would lose his entire world.

Alice, letting out a mournful sigh, caused Jasper to look at her, just as she took Kit's hand and squeezed gently.

"Your nails look terrible," she scolded with a small smile, "When you wake up, I can fix them for you. Your cuticles, too," her voice cracked, "Please wake up."

She started to cry again, tearlesss, dry sniffles. Before arriving at the hospital, both Alice and Esme had sobbed, so hard that Jasper wondered if it was possible for them to actually produce tears.

Alice's fingers flexed and relaxed in Kit's hand. She was getting fidgety. Everyone knew that her hobbies included shopping, wardrobe replacing, and with Bella in the picture, makeovers and dress-up.

They were also her coping skills and with Kit in this state, those were coping skills she couldn't partake in, right now. Not until they returned home.

"It's all right, darlin'," he tried to soothe his wife, "It's going to be okay."

When Alice spoke, her voice was softer than usual, "I can't see! Again! Who knows when she'll wake up. It's like my visions are teasing me!" she looked up at him, eyes wide and frightened, "How am I supposed to know if she's going to be okay!? Do you know how much it's killing me, not knowing if it's really going to be okay or not?"

Jasper nodded slowly, "Yeah…yeah, I do know."

He felt Alice flinch and he could feel her guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"That's all right."

"My new little sister…my best friend," sensing Alice's breakdown, Jasper held her tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of her short hair.

He surrounded her with love. They would need to go soon.

"I'm sorry, Jazz," Alice whispered and he grimaced.

Unless they were positive emotions, Alice always tried not to feel around him. She hated causing him any type of pain, even pain that was completely out of her hands.

"Don't apologize," he told her, "We're all hurting, it's normal. I can deal with it."

"But school…"

Jasper's mouth twitched. He had no choice but to put up with it. Like Esme had suggested, he could pass off as being homeschooled, but if he did that, then Alice would do that and Alice needed to be at school with his other siblings that attended with the possibility that something might happen.

Especially now.

Emmett was hurting. It was pouring off him in waves. Those girls, who had tormented Kit at school, were now unknowingly tormenting his brother and there was no way to know what Emmett might do. He was someone that relied heavily on his instincts and didn't give them a second thought. He could spot them in the cafeteria and slaughter them in seconds.

Right now, his emotions were no where near stable. It was like flicking on a light switch over and over and over.

"Come on," Jasper muttered. He didn't want to keep Everly and Blake waiting any longer, "We need to go."

"Yeah…" Alice agreed, "I'll see you soon, Kit."

"We'll be back, tomorrow," Jasper promised both girls.

They left the ICU room and Jasper approached the couple, who looked antsy to get back to the room.

"Thank you," Jasper smiled weakly at them.

"Of course," Blake mumbled.

"How's Indigo doing?" Alice asked.

Blake opened his mouth, then shrugged. Jasper could feel the confusion coming off of him.

"She's…okay," Blake supplied, "You know kids…they tend to take these things in stride, somehow," he sighed, "I-I don't know."

"If you ever need any help with her," Alice began, "I wouldn't mind."

"She wouldn't either," Blake tried to smile and failed. He looked past them and into the room, "She's at school, right now. Um…" he trailed off a little, "We can think about it and let you know."

"Okay," Alice whispered, nodding.

With that, Jasper led her away, tucking her into his side. Despite her small size, it was like she was made to fit there and he felt a great deal of comfort when she rested one of her small hands on his chest.

They went to a room where families gathered and the only family that occupied it, was his.

Bella and Edward occupied one of the sofas, Bella resting her head on Edward's shoulder. Esme sat on a loveseat with Emmett, the latter in the same position as Bella. Despite his large size, Esme had no problem with his added weight and had one hand stroking his hair.

Rosalie had stayed home. She was being careful about getting in Emmett's way. The two hadn't spoken since she had rudely confronted Kit at school.

They were all currently engaged in a conversation with a woman named Vanessa Briar. Not only had she been very involved in the Algren's life, but she was Kit's godmother.

"…She held that note for twelve seconds," Vanessa was saying, a proud smile on her face, "Every time we got our scores back, we were given extra points for 'exceptional voice' and they would leave comments. It was always Kit or Shelly. They were the best. I called them 'My Shining Stars.'"

"How lovely," Esme mused, briefly making eye contact with Jasper, "I didn't know she sang."

"Oh, she did a lot of things," Vanessa said, "She was always doing something. Don't tell her I told you—she'll hate me," she laughed, "But when Kit was four, she won a piano contest. She was 'Little Miss Piano' and it was the cutest thing."

Esme's eyes brightened, no doubt, thinking of Edward, "Really!? She plays piano?"

"Played," Vanessa corrected, "She never liked playing, but her grandma always made her. Said that Kit would regret not knowing how to play once she was older. Once Kit started playing the violin, her grandma eased up a bit on the piano lessons," Vanessa shook her head, "It's a little bit of a shame, Kit was so talented at it and her grandmother has the most gorgeous piano. A white one."

"It sounds beautiful," Esme said, "I've never had the pleasure of hearing Kit play anything."

"You'll have to ask her when she wakes up," Vanessa prompted, fully confident in her statement, "Don't hold your breath, though. She's a stubborn child."

She was so proud of Kit, Jasper could tell. It warmed his insides.

"Trust me," Edward said, "We're well aware of that fact."

Vanessa managed a laugh, sighing a bit as she stood up, "I'm sure you are, honey. Well, it was wonderful talking to you all, but I should go check on Everly and Blake."

"It was nice talking to you, too," Bella spoke for all of them with a small smile.

"Why don't I come with you?" Esme offered, standing up as well, forcing Emmett to move. She looked at her children, "Behave, you guys. I mean it."

Vanessa chuckled, leading the way, "Five teenagers, are you crazy?"

Esme laughed quietly, "Yes, well…"

Jasper stopped listening to their conversation as the two woman left the room and he went to take the seat, Vanessa had occupied, knowing very well how Edward would react if he took Esme's seat.

Edward glanced at him, feeling irritated, but otherwise, gave no verbal response.

"Stop that," Emmett murmured. He was doubled over, his head in his hands, "Please, stop."

Jasper ceased his control of Emmett's emotions and relaxed where he sat, beginning to run his hand up and down Alice's thin arm. It grounded him.

"Everly and Blake are going to give Carlisle permission to share Kit's case with us," Alice informed them all quietly, "So, we'll be given updates just as they would be given updates."

Jasper gauged Emmett for any type of reaction, but he remained in his hunched over position.

"Well, that's good," Bella supplied. Color filled her cheeks and Jasper held Alice tighter.

"She'll wake up," Alice murmured, "She has too."

No one said anything and for the rest of their time there, neither did Alice.

Monday (Day Four):

"Behave yourself today, Emmett," Esme had warned gravely, that morning, "I know it's hard, but remember where we are. Keep in mind, that if something happens, we'll have to leave.'

That was mom code for: "I know you're upset, but you can't kill Lauren or any of her friends; no matter how much you think they deserve it or how upset you may get. If we leave, that means leaving Kit."

And Emmett couldn't do that.

Emmett had to repeat this in his head every five seconds or he risked losing it, and blowing everything Carlisle had built for them here.

They had arrived at school to the same pointing, whispering and staring that had greeted them on Friday. Still, no one dared approach them as always; and Emmett stayed close to his siblings, trying to keep his head up and acting as the giant bodyguard everyone thought he was.

It was a long day…

The posters that had been plastered around the school, screamed at him. They were colorful to draw attention and brightly advertised the suicide hotline, pleading people to get help and look out for loved ones.

The school counselor had her door open at all times and a special grief counselor had been brought in, as well. Teachers gave lectures and speeches at the beginning of classes.

"Suicide is permanent," Mr. Berty had raged at the beginning of English class, "Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem and you will not come back! Suicide, is tragic, traumatic and painful. Your life is important. Get help now, right now, even if you have to walk right out this classroom."

No one had said anything and no one had gotten up. Some chick in the back had sniffled, making Emmett roll his eyes.

He failed to pay attention in any of his classes, not that he needed too. All of his teachers looked upset and Mrs. Goff in particular had tried to approach him after class, but Emmett had brushed her off. He didn't need to talk, he didn't need more time for his assignments or a hug or to process his emotions or any of that crap.

The only thing he needed, was for Kit to wake up. It had all ready been four days.

Lunch couldn't come quick enough. He was eager to see his siblings except Rosalie. They were all eating together, Bella and Edward joining them at the usual Cullen table. Even Rosalie, with Bella at the table, was sitting with them, though she pretended that Bella wasn't there.

"How are you doing?" he asked Jasper. The emotions had to be weighing on him and he was concerned for his brother.

Jasper smiled weakly, "I'm okay. How are you doing?"

"I, mean, like, we weren't best friends, but we were close."

This was said by some chick named Whitney. He remembered that Jasper had fantasized about killing her a few months ago, until Edward kicked his chair.

This was a girl that Emmett knew, had never spoken to Kit a day in her life. In fact, he had overheard her calling Kit annoying once. He would bet a million dollars that Whitney didn't even know that Kit had a sister, which was all Kit tended to ever talk about.

"Irritated," he finally answered. He picked at his sandwich and narrowed his eyes, "Fucking fake ass grievers."

No one scolded him for his language, but Bella flinched and Edward glared at him.

"We'll go and visit her after school," Alice promised, "Or maybe go and see Indigo. Vanessa will be there."

'Poor kid,' Emmett thought. He had been to the hospital twice and neither time, had he seen Indigo there. It was scary, even for him, seeing Kit hooked up to all those machines. He couldn't imagine how Indigo would feel seeing it.

"Maybe," he baited Alice with a long sigh.

"She's best friends with Bella Swan," Emmett overheard one of the jocks say, "And you know her dad's the police Chief. I heard, Kit took his gun and shot herself."

The plastic tray beneath Emmett's fingers, cracked.

"She did not shoot herself," Whitney reprimanded him, "Ask Katie. She lives right near Bella. Isn't that right, Katie? Kit didn't take a gun or anything."

Emmett couldn't turn around to look at Katie. If he did, he would kill her, Lauren, Jessica and Ashley. It's not like they didn't deserve it. They had it coming. He might enjoy doing it.

"Emmett!" Edward scolded him.

Emmett flicked his eyes up, "What? Are you kidding me? Weren't you the one planning to slaughter your entire class-

"Stop that!" Alice hissed, glancing at Edward who had his teeth barred, "We need to stick together and be there for Kit. We can't fight."

"Then don't be a hypocrite," he mumbled, wrinkling his nose at a piece of wilted lettuce, "I'm finished."

He was about to get up, when Alice stepped in, "I've got it."

Out of the corner of his eye, Emmett saw Alice dump his lunch, tray and all, into the large trashcan.

"Hey," he looked away, towards Angela and her boyfriend Ben, who were sitting at a table near them, "Would you guys like to sign this get well card for Kit?"

It was a giant piece of white poster board and glued to the middle was a big yellow heart that read 'Get well soon, Kit, we miss you!' in loopy letters. There were smaller, bright pink hearts around the big yellow one and the white poster board was full of signatures.

"Yeah, of course!" a boy answered.

"I think she'll like that when she wakes up," Alice mumbled. When Emmett rolled his eyes, Alice huffed, "She likes homemade stuff like that and if it makes you feel better, it's coming from Angela and Ben. They're her friends, too."

That much was true. Angela and Ben were always nice to Kit. They both had helped Kit when she had fainted in gym. Everly and Blake might appreciate the gesture of the giant card. Though, with all the people who had signed it, where were they when Kit was getting shoved around in the hall?

Where had he been?

"Hey guys," Angela and Ben had stopped at their usual table, "Do you want to sign this card for Kit?"

"Oh, yeah!" Tyler gasped, "Austin, get me that pen."

"I want to sign it," Austin commented.

"Anyone hear how she's doing?" Eric asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, I've heard Kit's parents are only letting certain people visit," Tyler muttered.

"Thank the goddamn Lord," Emmett huffed, but, of course he wasn't heard by the humans.

"Ooh, gimme that highlighter!" Mike gasped.

"What? Why?" Tyler asked, "It's pink."

"Girls like pink!" Mike defended, "Give it here."

"Lauren," Angela piped and Emmett tensed, "Here. Do you guys want to sign the get well card?"

"Um, no," Lauren drawled, "That's okay."

"Uhh," Emmett could smell the blood rushing to Angela's cheeks, "What? Are you sure?" she sounded shocked.

"Mhm," Lauren hummed quickly.

"What about you, Jess?" Angela sounded hopeful.

"No, we're fine!" there was a forced smile in Jessica's voice that had gone up an octave.

"Seriously?" Ben sounded disgusted, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm!" Lauren hummed brightly, "Maybe later or something."

"…Well, okay," Angela was clearly uncomfortable and took Ben to move on to another table, "Hey, do you guys want to sign this get well card for Kit?"

That's all Emmett could take for one day.

"I'm going to go home," he decided, standing up. He held his hand out to Rosalie, "I need your keys."

Rosalie looked at him, like he was on crack.

"Esme will come after school and get you," Emmett promised, "Keys, please."

Rosalie looked behind her, then back at Emmett, feigning confusion.

"You want the keys?" she confirmed and Emmett nodded, "The keys to my car?"

Was she being serious!?

"Rose just do it," Edward snapped at her, "Whatever damage he's unlikely to do, you'd love any chance to upgrade your car."

Rosalie scowled deeply and slammed the keys into Emmett's hand.

He closed his fist around them, careful not to warp or break the fragile metal. He wasn't going to say thank you. Not to her.

"Jazz, why don't you go with him?" Alice placed a dainty hand on Jasper's shoulder, "You need a break. Maybe go and hunt."

Emmett nodded, "It's fine with me," in all honestly, he wasn't in the mood to hunt. He needed to leave.

"Okay," Jasper agreed, standing. He bent down to kiss Alice on top of her head and took her hand.

When Alice gave Jasper's hand a reassuring squeeze, Emmett averted his gaze.

"I'll see you right after school, I promise," Alice assured her husband, "You don't need to worry about me."

Emmett wasn't in the mood to hear this lovey-dovey stuff. If Kit were here, is that what they would be doing? Holding hands? Or would she be in the bathroom, again, throwing up her lunch while he remained oblivious?

He shook his head to clear away the thought, "Okay, this is great, can we go, now?"

As soon as Alice released Jasper's hand, Emmett spun on his heal and walked out the cafeteria. He had to turn his head away when he passed Lauren's table and felt Jasper's hand on his shoulder.

Jasper let him go, walking beside him as soon as they were outside.

"I'm sorry," he apologized immediately and Emmett shrugged.

"It's fine," Emmett mumbled, "Be with your mate, be happy. Don't stop because Kit's in the hospital. She wouldn't like that."

"I guess," Jasper agreed, "Are you going to go down to the hospital? I can run home. I need to hunt, anyway."

"Thanks," Emmett said, "See you later."

"Later," and Jasper disappeared.

Emmett reached Rosalie's slick car and tore out of the parking lot and down the road. Esme would be disappointed that he had skipped again, but would cover him. Maybe he'd take a week off or get his assignments sent home. How did anyone expect him to go to school, when the girls who had put his mate in her coma, were milling about like they had no care in the world?

If they had been vampires, Emmett would have killed them. Like when he had helped tear apart James, or whenever the time came to tear apart Victoria. It was basically, the same situation. Basically.

But this was not the vampire world. They were living in the human world and going to human school. Things had to be handled the human way.

He arrived at the hospital in mere minutes. He went inside and checked-in with the lady at the entrance, taking the elevator up to the ICU floor.

"Emmett, hold on a minute."

Emmett turned around, so fast, that Blake narrowly missed colliding into him. In fact, Blake took a few steps back and Emmett wondered if he looked as wild as he felt.

Blake looked all haphazard, his glasses crooked on his face, hair messy, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets. There were heavy bags under his eyes.

"Can we talk?" Blake said in a rush, "Just for a minute?"

"Yeah," Emmett nodded quickly, "Yeah, sure."

"K, great," Blake looked around, "Um, I think there's a room over…" he stopped, beginning to walk off and Emmett followed.

Blake took him to the room where they had all gathered the other day. It was colorful and tried too hard to be happy. All at once, Emmett understood. This is where doctors delivered bad news.

Blake took a seat on a couch and Emmett sat down in an armchair. Blake was staring at him again.

"This won't take long," Blake promised, "Everly's really upset and I want to be with her and Kit, but…there's some things I need to figure out. About my Kit."

Emmett nodded slowly and tried not to react when Blake pressed his lips together, becoming choked up.

"First of all, don't think I don't know that you've been in my house alone with her, when you're not supposed to be," Blake started, narrowing her eyes, "You took her home and skipped school on Wednesday, yes?"

"Yeah, yes," Emmett corrected himself quickly, "Yes…I did."

"Okay, okay…" Blake breathed, nodding to himself, "I just need to know," he looked away and swallowed thickly, "I mean, Everly and I don't know anything! We're so lost," he ran a hand through his hair, "Did Kit…what happened?"

Emmett pressed his own lips together. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He knew a lot about what had happened—more than he wanted to know and while he had told Kit that he wasn't going to cover for her anymore, things were different, now.

He didn't want to betray Kit, but Blake looked so broken and desperate.

"I-I promised I wouldn't tell," Emmett started, "But maybe I should have. It's a lot."

"It's fine, it's fine," Blake was quick to wave a hand, "Just let me have it."

Emmett nodded, "Well, you know that she was being picked on at school?" he waited for Blake to nod, "The girls who were picking on her…they would text her all the time and send her emails-

"What kind of texts?" Blake demanded. He looked at the door as if he was debating running out and asking Kit, herself.

Emmett opened his mouth, then closed it again, "They're still on her phone," he supplied, not wanting to get specific, "She never deleted them, just in case."

"I need to tell you something else," Emmett said before Blake could speak, "I-I think Kit has an eating disorder."

Immediately, he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Blake didn't react like Emmett thought he would. His mouth fell open and it was silent between the two.

"What?" Blake whispered.

"She wasn't eating," Emmett continued, "They called her fat and ugly all the time and so, Kit went on a diet. It was stupid, but she said she wouldn't go too far, but then she stopped eating and started hiding food…and she passed out in gym and…I-I caught her making herself throw up."

"Oh my gosh," Blake held his forehead in his hand, "Oh, Kit, no, no. Why?" he glanced up to look at Emmett, "Why didn't you tell me or Everly?"

Blake's voice was watered with sadness, not accusation and Emmett looked away, then back at Blake. He assumed that Blake understood what he was trying not to say, because he leaned back in his chair and covered his hand with his mouth.

It was silent for a couple minutes and Emmett rubbed his arm. He wanted to apologize, but couldn't find the words. He should've told. He had threatened to do so, so many times, but instead, he had covered for her and even went as far as to lie straight to Everly and Blake's faces when they had been nothing but kind and welcoming to him and his family.

"I'll have Vanessa bring Kit's phone," Emmett glanced up at Blake's voice, but Blake was looking somewhere else, "I have no idea where she could have put it."

Emmett still didn't know what to say. He thought about offering to get Kit's phone, but felt that was too intrusive. Maybe he should have asked about Indigo, but for some reason, that didn't seem appropriate, either.

"She didn't want to worry you," he blurted out, "That's why I didn't tell you…why she didn't tell you. She didn't want you to worry or make a fuss. She thought she could handle it on her own. She didn't want to make you upset, or Everly, or Indigo."

"That's my Kit Kat," Blake mumbled, though his hand, "Is there anything else that I need to know? These girls just…?" he shrugged, "Decided to-to torment her?"

Emmett blinked, "Yes. All day, everyday, every chance they got. They'd push her and call her names, make fun of her clothes."

"Right," Blake's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded, "Right. Thanks."

"You're welcome?" Emmett said, "Can I—can I see her?"

Blake looked very deep in thought and Emmett felt his heart drop when Blake shook his head slightly.

"Yes, of course," Blake said and Emmett sighed in relief, "Your mother is here actually," Emmett's eyes widened. That was news to him, "She's getting food in the cafeteria, but should be back soon. She's helping Vanessa with…But, um, yes, go see Kit. Willa should be coming by later and I…I need to…"

When he trailed off, Emmett could only nod.

"Don't mention any of this to Everly," Blake grunted as he stood up, "This never happened. Yet. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Emmett stood up as well, "I won't say a word. How is Indigo doing?"

"Um," Blake's eyebrows knitted together, "She's okay. I don't really know how much she understands of this, but…she's going to soccer and still doing well in school. She misses Kit and Everly, but that's to be expected," he paused, looking at Emmett closely, "How are you doing?"

"I—I'm okay," Emmett answered.

Blake looked at him a little longer, then sighed, running his hand through his hair, "Well, let's go see Kit, hm? She's not going to be happy that you skipped school. Even if it's to see her."

Emmett managed to chuckle and followed after Blake, having to force himself to keep a slower, human pace, more than anxious to be at Kit's bedside.

As per usual, he sanitized his hands before entering the ICU room.

He'd probably have to step out once Willa arrived to give her some time, and that would be hard. It was always hard. He didn't want to leave Kit's side.

"Oh, hi, honey!"

Immediately, upon seeing him, Everly got up to hug Emmett and Emmett didn't pull away, hugging her back, but only for a second.

Everly looked worse and worse every time he saw her. Her hair was wild, even in its ponytail. Her eyes were red from constant crying, there were dark bags from lack of sleep and her clothes were rumpled. Had she been home, at all?

"How is she doing?" Emmett asked. The question had been on his tongue since Blake pulled him aside.

Everly shook her head and sniffled, "Well…she's no worse," she croaked out.

Emmett walked closer to Kit's bedside and leaned over to kiss her forehead. He lifted his head and reached for her hand.

"Don't be mad at me for skipping," he warned her, "I wanted to see you, I missed you. Besides, lunch was gross, anyway…" he smiled a little, running the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand.

Since his three day vampire transformation, he had always said those were the longest and most painful his life.

And it had been four days since Kit had gone into her coma. Were they the longest days of his life? Definitely. Most painful?

It was cutting it pretty close.

Hello all,

I know, I know...it's been a couple of months since I've updated, but real life is real and it's a struggle, sometimes. I hope you all can understand, but I'm back and working on this story as well as my Harry Potter story (I won't complain if you go check it out).

Anyway, this chapter may seem a little repetitive, but I wanted to put in some more emotions and grieving from Emmett's POV. I'm going to put in some other POV and that's going to be interesting, so stay tuned for that!

Don't forget to review and I'll see you soon.

- FictionChic