A/N: Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!
Everything was fine. We were just going out to eat. How could something like this happen?
"Bella?"
I ignored the person calling my name, and continued pacing back and forth in the length of the room.
"Bella! You've got to snap out of it. This isn't good for any of you." Dr. Greenberg stated firmly.
It was then when I let myself feel again, the worry, the sadness, the blame. It all came crashing down on me.
"It was my fault. I was the one driving. I-I should've seen the damn truck. How could I not have seen the fucking truck?!" I cried.
"This isn't working, we're going to have to have to sedate her."
"Is it going to hurt her and the baby?" I hear a familiar voice ask.
"No, it won't. It'll simply calm her down. She might go to sleep,but that's normal."
"I don't think this is going to help. If anything it'll make her go to sleep, but she'll wake up on edge. Let me talk to her, I can calm her down."
A sigh is the only response I hear as I keep walking.
One moment I'm pacing the length of the room, the next I'm being held in a backwards bear hug.
"Shrimp, I need you to calm down. You've been in a car accident, everyone is alright. But you're blood pressure is really elevated. If you don't calm down soon, your going to be sedated. Come, baby sis, your baby is feeling everything you are."
Suddenly, as the words click I can't deal with it. My brain brain checks out and I'm pulled down in numbing blackness.
Three hours later:
My ears feel as if cotton was stuffed onto them. All my movements seemed to be slower than usual. I was beginning to panic when I left something warm in my hands.
"Bella, squirt, you have to wake up. Things are getting out of control without you here. Please open your eyes, baby sis." Dax begged.
His hand squeezing mine. I could hear as the door to the room slowly opened with a slow whine.
"She still hasn't woken up?" Micah asked, as he walked closer to the bed.
"No, the doctor said she should be waking up soon. The sedative hit her harder than expected." Dax mutters, shaking his head before lifting it up to look at his brother. "How's Rose?"
"Better. Just a dislocated shoulder and a few cuts, and the burn from the seatbelts. She'll be fine." Micah says, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
"What's wrong with Rose?" I ask, sitting up on the bed.
"Woah. Squirt, calm down." Micah soothes, pushing me slowly back onto the bed.
I look at him worried, as I suddenly remember why we are in the hospital in the first place. "Where's Edward? Emmett? Oh my god, Rosalie! Is she okay?" I ask, pushing the blankets off my body and throwing my legs over the side of the bed.
"Bella, she's fine. Emmett is fine. Edward is too. You need to calm down. Your blood pressure is skyrocketing again." He says, gently pushing me back.
"I want to see him. " I whisper, as I let him push me back, and put my legs back on the bed. "Please. Dax?" I beg.
"I'll go get him. You stay with her." Micah says, moving towards the door.
"Squirt." Dax says, in a relieved tone.
"Brother bear." I whisper back.
"You need to stay out of the hospital when you're not working." He comments dryly.
"Yes, because I planned for someone to crash into me, mid day." I reply sarcastically.
"Beautiful." I hear as the door opens.
I let out a surprised gasp as I turn to see then of my dreams standing there with a black short sleeve shirt on.
"I think she's finally met her match. Just look at her. She's finally speechless. " Dax tells Micah as they both guffaw.
"You two sound like a pair of hyenas." I snip.
"Takes one to know one." Micah snips back.
"Alright you two, out." Edward says, chuckling.
"Alright, call if anything." Dax says, as they both leave.
We watched silently as they left before turning to look at one another. Then the world around us disappeared.