A/N

Last one for today!

Enjoy :)

My phone rings as soon as I find a space in the parking lot of the hospital.

Leaning over, I notice it's Emmett and answer quickly.

"Hello?"

"Bella?" He sounds panicked. Instantly, I'm on edge, my heart thudding.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" I ask in one breathless whoosh, my grip on my phone painful.

"Can you come to the hospital? Edward's awake."

I fall back in my seat, hand gripping my hair, throat tight as a multitude of emotions assault me, rendering me useless. I can hear my erratic breaths, the thudding of my pulse in my ears.

"I'm right outside," I tell him, throwing the door open and stepping out into the cold. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

I don't wait for an answer, throwing my phone into my pocket and running towards the building.

My feet slip on the bright tiles of the hospital, but I don't slow my pace, running towards the elevators and pressing the button over and over again for the ICU floor.

It feels like forever before the heavy metal doors slide closed and the dull whooshing of the ascent reaches my ears. I watch the floor numbers climb, twisting my hands, cutting off the circulation in my fingers and bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"Come on," I urge the numbers.

My mind feels, but all I can think of is getting to Edward. All I want is him, all I need is to see him … awake.

The elevator dings loud and the doors start to open. I'm throwing myself sideways through the gap before they've opened fully.

I hear him before I see him, a sob tearing through me as I urge myself forward, faster.

"Please!" I hear him choke, ignoring the calls for calm around him.

Carlisle is up ahead, pacing, begging another doctor, but I don't understand what's going on.

He sees me and his shoulders slumping in relief. "Thank God," he cries, moving forward to meet me before I reach Edward's room.

"He's confused and panicked," Carlisle tells me, his hands on my shoulders, stopping me, looking down at me with tired blue eyes. "He was asking where you were but he just woke up and he doesn't understand, the drugs are making him extremely anxious and …"

"Can I go to him?" I ask hurriedly, my eyes stinging.

He nods and steps back, releasing me, watching me go as I run past, not stopping until I'm in Edward's room.

His wide, green eyes, so tortured and confused meet mine. He releases a breath and falls back, sheer relief that rips through me.

I hear my sob, but it doesn't register.

And then his face is in my hands, his hands cupping mine. He's crying and speaking but I can't hear what he's saying, he's making no sense.

The nurses are scrambling around imploring him to calm down and lie back. There's so much noise, but it all blurs into a loud background hum.

All I see are his tears. All I feel is his hands against my own.

"I'm sorry," he chokes, his face so close to my own, his expression devastated, physical and emotional pain etched so clearly on his beautiful face. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I assure him. Noticing the panicked expressions of the medical staff around us. I need to calm him down. "Shhh, calm down."

He takes a couple of deep breaths, but his grip on my hands against his face doesn't falter.

"Relax. I'm here," I tell him. "It's okay."

He nods, but his eyes are wide, the monitor beeping erratically behind him, flashing brightly, blinding me, urging me to slow his heart rate down.

"I'm here," I tell him again, my voice soft and quiet despite my own panic. "I'm not going anywhere."

He's nodding and listening, the machine behind him calming.

His body loosens, muscle by muscle, relaxing slowly, his eyes on mine, our faces centimetres apart.

I watch, absorbed in him, as his eyes begin to close, his body exhausted, hardly recovered but fighting to keep him strong.

He slumps and I guide him back, so he's lying down, my thumbs stroking his cheeks as his hands fall away from mine.

I don't realise how hard I'm crying until gentle arms guide me back. I shake my hand, grabbing one of his hands and holding tight, careful of the IV and its wires.

"It's okay, sweetie." Esme's voice whispers in my ear, guiding me towards a chair she's brought over, sitting me in it and stroking my back.

The nurses work on his torso, uncovering it and though I can't see much from this side of the bed, I see the blood.

"Oh God," I sob. "What happened?"