Here's a random new chapter because apparently, I get random bursts of I want to write something.

Here's BPOV for you all.

I don't own the twilight characters, just the current plot.

BPOV

I would have married him if it weren't for Maria.

Who would have thought the world could stop spinning in just a moment. Going from spending the night with Edwards sister, Rosalie and waiting on my best friend Alice, in Charlie's home the night before my wedding, to spending the morning wondering if my fiancé would make it out alive.

It was all a blur. I just remember Charlie's house phone ringing. Then yelling. Rose and I had run downstairs to see what happened, and Charlie stood at the phone, pale and immovable. Rigid. His head turned towards us as we reached the doorway of where he was, his eyes. His eyes haunted me still.

His eyes read sorrow? Pain? Fear? I am not sure if there was one exact emotion they showed, but there was enough there that I knew. I knew something was wrong.

"Bells. It's Edward." He had whispered.

My breathing stopped, I heard a gasp from beside me, assumedly it was Rose.

"Bells, there's more. Alice was there too". Charlie took a deep breath. A lone tear running down his face. I don't think I've ever seen him cry. "There. There was a stabbing. Maria. I don't know more than that. But Carlisle said they just came in and both in bad condition. In surgery".

My world was spinning and stopping at the same time. What does this mean.

Numb. That's all I had felt in that moment. I don't remember the rest.

I just remember that now, here I am. Curled next to Edward while he slept. Yes slept. At least I keep telling myself he's sleeping. Reality is a b!tch in that he is actually in a coma. The doctors have been hinting at me the last week that due to lack of brain activity, that they might have to pull the plug. They probably need a bed in this underfunded godforsaken place.

I think I've cried more in these last few weeks than I have in my entire life. Tumbleweeds of white fluff inside my brain.

Alice is okay thankfully. I still don't know why or how she was at Jasper's house. I do know Jasper and Maria are involved. Jasper has been radiating guilt and apologised to me so many times. Police have come and gone multiple times. They can't find her. She's still out there somewhere, with someone named James. Lighting would strike if I thought about her, the anger that I feel. The sadness. The emotions all over the place.

I looked up as I heard the door open. The doctor was giving me the daily update on how Edward was doing. I stared at Edwards beautiful "sleeping" face as I heard the words "Miss Swan, I am sorry, but we aren't seeing any improvement. We may need to look at pulling the plug".

That spinning and stopping at the same time just sped up. The storm inside my head would have made this room rain if it was possible.

I didn't even recognise my own voice as I spoke. "I need to discuss this with my family". Ultimately, it's not up to me. I am not yet his wife. I would have been if it weren't for Maria.

The doctor spouted off something about sending in a grief counsellor and apologies. I wasn't sure. I just remember staring at my phone as I requested everyone meet downstairs in the cafeteria. I grabbed Edwards hand. Staring at his beautiful face. A tear dropping onto his cheek. Rubbing my own, I realised I was crying again.

"Tell me what to do Edward. Give me a sign". I then kissed his cheek where the tear drop landed, and walked downstairs to meet my fate.

Everyone was already there, as I knew they would be. They rarely left the hospital. Between Edward and Alice. But I know they worry about me too.

"Bella dear, come sit please. Eat.", beautiful Esme rushed to my side and ushered me to the empty seat, where toast and tea sat.

"They. They want to end his life" I whispered. No point beating around the bush right. Picking at the toast in front of me. I could hear the many voices of my family. The arguments, the feuds. Some were saying it wasn't right, others were sad but saying it might be for the best. Don't ask me who said what because I don't remember.

"Bella?", I looked up to Carlisle. "I've read his charts honey."

"I don't want him to suffer, to lay there for the rest of whatever life he would have" I whispered in reply, "we should do it".

"I'll call the doctor", with that Carlisle walked away to the nearest nurses station.

I could feel everyone take turns trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear them. Numb. That's all I felt in this moment. Numb.

Next thing I know we're all in his room. Someone was praying. Even Alice got help coming in here. The guilt on her face, as Jasper comforted her. If I wasn't so numb, I'd be shocked. Angry even.

I held his hand. Wishing to whatever gods were out there for a miracle. For something. The doctor turned them all off. The nurse was explaining what would happen as they did it.

Numb.

Numb.

Numb.

"Edward!" someone beside me gasped!

Then darkness.

"Bella!"

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