Some people asked, what is Edward doing?
Here is a short chapter just to cure your curiosity!
Enjoy :D

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

BPOV

From far away I heard voices talking in the background. Trying to focus on them and use them as my way back, it was like being lost in a labyrinth. Except so far at each turn I took there was another happy scene. Hoping next turn would lead me to a way out I rounded the corner and stopped.

Somehow I had found myself in my own room. In front of me was Edward, his body still and turned to me with his back. When I walked closer I could see he had a single white rose. His face was soft and gentle as he leaned in to kiss me. He handed me the rose and placed both his cool hands around my face. I will always love you Bella. His velvet voice caressed my skin and gave me goose bumps. Stepping away from him, from us and from this memory I turned around and walked away from him. Hoping to be with him again as soon as possible.

Smiling at the strength to be able to walk away I stopped as the surroundings suddenly seemed to fade and darken. My room disappeared and as it did the wet green smell of the forest filled the air. Holding my breath I could see the trees appear, only green glistening shadows in the pale light of the moon occupied my eyes.

Looking down to my clothes I was no longer wearing the jeans and warm sweater. Instead I had thin cotton shorts and a T-shirt on. My feet were bare and immediately I felt like running as panic started to build up inside of me. I tried to turn around and go back. But no matter what direction I would try and move in, the surroundings would stay the same.

This dream had no way back.

Rushing forward I pushed aside the shrubs in the hope of finding my way back to the safety of my room. Nothing seemed familiar and angry I pushed forward ignoring the fact the branches would cut my arms and injure me. All the while I kept telling myself, this is only a dream, nothing can hurt me.

"Are you sure this is a dream?" The cold voice made me stop and spin around to see who I already knew would be behind me. There was no one there and it scared me out of my mind.

"What if this isn't a dream but reality?" Again the cold voice was behind me. Slowly I looked over my shoulder, checking behind me. Again this time there was no one there.

"He could never love you in the real life, humans are just a waste of time." This time the cold voice didn't belong to Victoria. It was my mothers. Frowning at her words I knew this couldn't be real. The Cullen's kept their identity hidden and there was no way Renee would know about them or talk about humans being a waste of time.

Pushing my shoulders back I put my chin up. "Edward loves me." My voice sounded weaker than I wanted so I took a deep breath and repeated the words.

"Edward loves me and I love him." This time the words came out of my mouth with conviction and they echoed through the forest.

Standing there I waited for the voices to come back but the only sound was the last echoes of my own voice. As they rippled through the forest I could see the surroundings change again.

It was impossible to see clear and when I tried to focus. The color white filled my vision. I closed my eyes and wanted to move my hand up to rub my eyes but a cold hand caught hold of it.

"She's waking up." Knowing it was Alice her voice I opened my eyes.

Placed on top of the bed that dominated Edwards room, the white ceiling was all I could see. The cold hand wrapped around my wrist belonged to Jasper and sitting next to him were Alice and Rosalie.

"Hi" Not sure what else to say. I tried to sit up but felt 3 pairs of hands push me down gently. "Guys, I'm fine. Seriously." Smiling at them to reassure them I was speaking the truth.

Jasper and Rosalie looked at Alice. She had a concentrated frown on her face before relaxing her hand at removing it. "Bella is right. She is fine, for now."

I felt relieved to get the OK from Alice and be allowed to get up. I sat up and ignored the hammering headache that still filled my headache. "Can we keep my fainting tonight a secret from Edward, for now?" Looking at my friends one by one, each of them looked back at me with mixed expression.

"You do understand, with Edwards gift. It is impossible for us to keep secrets from him." Jaspers southern drawl managed to make the sentence sound like he was teasing me instead of reprimanding.

"No. What are you talking about?" I didn't even bother to hide my confusion.

Jasper turned to face Alice and Rosalie who were still sitting behind him on the edge of my bed. "She doesn't know?"

"What don't I know?" This was getting irritating. Could none of these people communicate in a direct manner.

"Edward is a mind reader, he can hear all the things we think about. So there is no way to keep secrets from him." The words made me gasp. Then fall back on the pillows again and cover my face.

Even to my warm hands I could feel my cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. Grunting at the thought of having battled an inner struggle against my own needs each and every time I had been around Edward.

"Everything?" Removing my hands from my face I looked at Jasper. He had a lopsided smile on his face as if something was very funny. Rosalie was holding back her laughter and Alice didn't even attempt to hide how she felt. She was just cooing at how adorable I flushed.

Jasper helped me out of my misery. "He can hear every thought except for yours. Your mind is silent for him."

My mind is silent to Edward. He couldn't hear me. A relieved smile curled my lips as I sat up again. Relieve flooding through me at the knowledge that all my insecurities were still mine.

EPOV

Every second I spend sitting with Charlie felt like a decade. From Esme's thoughts I knew she had persuaded Bella to go talk with Carlisle.

And after that she had silently let me know Bella would take the MRI. Carlisle had explained what their concern was and how he wanted to examine her, find what was causing her fainting and headaches.

All the time I had stayed with Charlie who didn't really say that much and it felt a little bit awkward sitting with this silent man in his room. I didn't have a choice, I knew that if I would leave this room, i'd run straight to Carlisle's office.

It had surprised me Bella had agreed to the examination. But she hadn't exactly agreed, instead Esme's words had made her look defeated. That was the best way to describe the look on her face. At least the interpretation I managed to pick up from Esme's thoughts.

As soon as they had gone to the room where the MRI would be made I left Charlie's room. Rushing to the control room and taking place next to Carlisle. My eyes were fixed on my love and the sight made my heart ache.

Her lovely face looked sad and defeated, Esme was right. The straps that secured her body to the examination table made it look like she was a lost little girl in an asylum. It took all my strength to not smash through the window and release her. Wrapping my arms around her and taking her away from all this pain, pain I had begged my mother to talk her into this.

"Son, you should take a look at this." Carlisle gently asked me as he placed one hand on my shoulder. His other hand was pointed at the first image he had taken as others slowly started to fill the screen.

It showed a clear image of her brain, the picture was perfect, as sharp as any MRI could be. I knew the MRI machine was in perfect order. But these images were wrong, faulty and painfull to look at.

Gripping the edge of my chair tightly I managed to pull my eyes away from the image and looked at Bella again. She looked so still, completely oblivious to what I had just seen. Should I feel relieved to finally have my questions answered? Without thinking I snapped the seat in half as I got to my feet.

Esme's eyes shot up to meet mine, almost seeing me through the dark window. It was then I realised I had let out a devastated growl. Throwing the pieces of the chair to the corner I looked at Carlisle.

He was still watching the images as the machine continued it's work.

"I can't do this." My voice sounded weird as a weight settled on my hopes and dreams. All the things I'd dreamed of and hoped for since Charlie had grabbed my hand this afternoon and given his blessing. All these things were crushed.

Rushing out I heard Esme call after me to stop but I pushed away her silent voice, knowing she wouldn't follow me because of her promise to Bella. The axial view of Bella's brain kept showing in front of my eyes. I knew Carlisle was taking more pictures to be sure but in my years at medical school I had seen enough healthy brain scans and images to know, this brain wasn't healthy.

Remembering the files in Carlisle's room I rushed back to his office. Using my strength I broke the handle of the door and kicked it open. With 3 big steps I was at the desk, opening the top drawer. It was where Carlisle had kept a copy of all Bella's medical files.

Flipping through it I found what I was looking for. The picture confirmed what I feared most. Sitting down on the floor I grabbed hold of it with both hands and looked at it.

The date was set 102 days ago. A clear image of a perfect and healthy brain.

At that moment I wished the human restrains of this tiny hospital weren't here so I could release all the rage I felt at this injustice.

" Edward.." In the doorway Carlisle stood. A careful expression on his face, his hands were held up in front of him as if he was trying to show me I had nothing to fear.

" I convinced the nurse you so thoughtfully scared to death, it was alright and she doesn't need to call security." Esme is with Bella.

"Do you understand?" My lack of response was making him worried. "Should I call Emmet and Jasper?" His words were a silent warning, telling me to pull it together or else he would have me collected by my own brothers.

"Yes." It was all I managed to say. My body still uncontrollable, like a statue in the middle of his office. My only lifeline was the piece of paper in my hand.

"Good." Carlisle stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

"She's dying." The words sounded distant and cold. Almost like they didn't come from my mouth and the meaning behind them made the beast inside me lash out again.

"Not immediately." Carlisle chose his words with precision. Afraid to unleash the beast I so carefully controlled.

"The amount of damage is considerable." I closed my eyes as I remembered the images on the screen earlier. "And it is all recent." Finally I managed to move. The perfect Bella slipped from my fingers and I got to my feet.

"Is there anything you can do." My heart forced me to ask. My mind answered the question immediately.

" I'm sorry. There isn't anything I know that could reverse the damage and without the cause I don't know how to prevent further damage."

The word damage echo in my mind. Like he had just shouted them at me. Nothing could be more true, even without hearing Carlisle's voice out loud I know how terrible he feels. Bringing bad new has never been his favourite thing to do, it probably wasn't a fun thing for anybody. Unless offcourse you were a sick and twisted person.

"So how long... how much more time do I have with her." In my head a little voice warned me. No matter how much time, it will never be enough.

"If the damage to her brain increases like it has over the past weeks.... Your time could be..." Carlisle struggled with his words and didn't finish his sentence. "There is another option."

Carlisle didn't say what the other option was. He didn't need to, I already knew. Yesterday I had thought I was ready for that choice, now I wasn't so sure anymore. Defeat took hold of me.

" Do you want me to call Esme and ask her to bring Bella back to the hospital. I could explain it to her, if that would make it easier for you." The offer was tempting but I couldn't take it.

"No. There is something else I need to do first. Can I call you later today?" Unknowingly I had taken a few steps forward and was now standing in front of Carlisle. He stepped aside and let me pass. Just as I was going to step out of his office he grabbed my hand.

"Don't do anything radical."

The word radical was something that rarely came out of Carlisle's mouth. However, right now it felt like radical was just what I needed.

Grabbing my phone I searched for the number. Shaking my head at myself for even thinking about what I was going to do. As my eyes finally found the number, nameless but there. When I had stored it, I had never imagined ever dialling it.

Now as my finger hit the green button, I hoped it wasn't a mistake.

The phone rang a few times and I was ready to grind the little thing to dust as my frustration build up inside of me. Finally the other end picked up. There was a slight pause on the other side before the man spoke. "Hello"

Taking a big gulp of air I tried to calm my nerves, it didn't work as the air in the hospital seemed to by tainted by the faint smell of blood. I paused for a moment to control myself.

The man on the other side got impatient. "Hello? Who is this?"

Steadying myself I opened my mouth. "This is Edward Cullen. I need your help." My words came out less collected as I had wanted them. There was another long pause on the other side. And I was starting to fear this in fact was a mistake.

I had already moved the phone from my ear and had my finger hovering over the red button on the right sight of my phone. Almost hanging up. Then I heard the words .

"Where can we meet?"