A/N: DON'T HATE ME I GOT A VIRUS AND COULD NOT USE THE COMPUTER I SWEAR THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING GUYS! Anyway, you are all hilarious your reviews cracked me up and I've been here in my corner for the last month laughing maniacally. Thank you all for the great response though, you're all my queens (and kings if I have any of you out there!)! Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, we'd see a lot more wolf pack. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Embry POV: "Embry! Come on man, its' okay! You're going to be okay! Get up, buddy!" it took me a moment to register the owner of the voice that was trying desperately to console me: Jacob. I shouldn't have been surprised.

He had me in a vice tight grip with tears streaming down his own face as he fought to get me to stop struggling in his arms. "NO!" my voice came out as a horrifying half-sob, half-scream sound that I didn't even know I was capable of making, but I didn't care. She was gone. My Bella, my sweet, darling angel that I had pined over for months before finally knowing the joy that was to be loved by her.

My heart broke more and more with each passing second as the life I had envisioned for us flashed before my eyes; a romantic proposal, a small but beautiful wedding where all our friends and family were present, where I would proclaim my undying love for her during our vows. The babies that would follow soon after, the little girl that would have her gorgeous molten chocolate eyes and my jet black hair. The little boy that would be the spitting image of me with the attitude and assertiveness of his mother. All of it, everything that was meant to make me happy in my life, gone in the blink of an eye.

"Please," I finally gasped, staring at the very sympathetic looking doctor. "Please, let me see her. I need to… I need to see her."

He looked for a moment like he might deny me my request, but then he nodded gravely, and motioned for me to follow him.

I broke free of Jacob's grasp in an attempt to face this horrifying reality on my own, but the moment I stood freely I collapsed once again. "It's okay Em," Jake told me, hauling me to my feet again and pulling me along. "Let's go man."

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally reached Bella's hospital room. It looked the same as it had been not only a few hours ago, and the atmosphere felt almost the same, except this time I noted the complete silence that filled the room. There were no monitors beeping, no sounds of breathing, nothing. And then my eyes landed on the all too still form lying on the bed.

My breath came out in a sob as Jacob let go of my restrained arms and let me stagger towards the bed. The sleeping face of my love was still there, looking more peaceful than she ever had in life. Death had done nothing to diminish her beauty. Looking at her now, I wanted nothing more than for her to open her eyes again, for me to look into them and know that somehow…. Everything in my life would be alright.

I took one of her all too pale hands in both of mine, caressing it gently as I cried. Her skin was still warm, nothing compared to my own of course, but still faintly warm. "Oh Bella," I whispered, my voice broken. "My sweet Bella. This is all my fault, I should have been with you that day, I should have worked harder to protect you, and I am so sorry. There will never be another for me; you've always been my only love. Oh god Bella I love you so much," and I broke down sobbing.

"Please," I begged her, the force of my sobs racking my body as I held on to her for dear life, clutching her in my arms. "Please baby please wake up! Don't leave me please! I can't lose you, I need you! Bella, please baby I know you're in there, I know you can hear me. Don't leave me, we had our life, we had each other! I can't live without you honey, you're my world. Oh God, please, please don't take her away from me! Please!"

I couldn't take it anymore and broke off into more tears, clutching my angel to my body pleading with her to come back to me. Finally a hand on my shoulder broke me from my grief-induced haze. I growled, expecting it to be Jacob, but was somewhat shocked to find my father standing behind me, looking equally broken as I was. "Son, there's nothing you can do," he told me gently. "We have to go. I am so sorry."

"Dad, no please!" I yelled as he hauled me to my feet and held me like I was five years old. "Please don't make me leave her! She needs me here, I'm not leaving without her!"

"I don't have a choice," he said apologetically. "The people from the morgue will be here to move her soon enough."

That finally broke me and I let him begin to pull me towards the door, Jake in tow. When we had almost reached the door a miracle happened. I heard a faint beeping noise begin to arise from the heart monitor and I whipped around. My face was entirely covered in tears and my nose probably resembled that of a clown, but I didn't care as I rushed back to my girlfriend's bedside and took her hand.

There it was, I felt it. There was a faint pulse, but it was getting stronger. "She's breathing," I heard my dad say, like it was the most miraculous thing in the world; and it should have been. You heard of people all the time who were legally dead for a minute or two, but were revived, but you never ever heard about someone being legally dead for nearly half an hour and coming back. It had to be a miracle, but it was my miracle. She was my miracle.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. I could feel the bond of the imprint intensifying once again, and I knew that somehow the Spirits were involved. Jacob and my father were both standing on the other side of Bella's bed now, looking awestruck.

As quick as the first one came another miracle: Bella's eyelids began to flutter and I immediately sat up straighter. "Bella," I whispered, squeezing her hand. "Bella sweetheart? Baby, can you hear me? You can wake up now."

"Embry?" she whispered groggily, turning her head in my direction and finally opening her eyes. "Em, baby, is that you?"

"Yes," I said, breaking into happy tears and kissing her hands. "Yes, it's me Bells. Oh my god Bella," I said. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"

"I heard you," she told me. "I heard your voice, begging me to wake up and I woke up. It was so weird; like my soul floated up out of my body or something."

I looked at my still shell-shocked father, who shrugged, seeming just as clueless as I felt.

"Bella… that's because it did," I gulped. "Y-you… died. You left us for a few minutes, and I couldn't take it."

"I died?!" she demanded, sounding terrified. "W-what do you mean I died? What happened to me and why am I in a hospital?"

A/N: SHE'S ALIVE! See, I TOLD you all that everything would be okay in the end! How do you think Embry will tell Bella that this was all Edward's fault? And yes, I know her being dead for so long and coming back is unrealistic, but honestly what DOES make logical sense in the Twilight world haha? Review and assure me that you don't hate me, and I'll be back very soon! I love you all, darlings!

Thanks for Reading!

-thewolfgurlgleek :)