Author's Note: I apologize the delay with my updates lately. I am working and my mom just bought a business so I am now busy helping both her and her boyfriend cause he can't see so well anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Unconscious
I was slipping in and out of consciousness. The few moments that I was able to open my eyes, everything seemed bright red like blood. The thirst was driving me mad but I couldn't gather enough strength to even keep my eyes open. I didn't know whether you could starve a vampire to death but I didn't want to wait and find out. At one point, I felt like I was suddenly floating in space and gravity was no longer in effect. Again, I was suddenly able to open my eyes. The sky seemed to be drenched in blood. I heard a voice calling me but it seemed so far away and I couldn't find my way to it.
Someone appeared above me, blocking the crimson sky from view. He had a gentle voice and his face looked concerned. I seemed to know him but couldn't remember how or who he was. He examined me as my eyes grew heavy and gave in to the darkness once again. I felt my body being lifted and carried by someone as if I was made of glass. I heard whispers but couldn't comprehend the words behind them. Aside from the thirst and the exhaustion, I was worried about something. What was it?
I felt myself being dropped onto something soft and warm. Something swept my hair out of my face lightly and mentioned my name. I drifted in space again. Once, I thought I saw a dim light in the distance and something was calling me towards it. Part of me wanted to but the other part told me I couldn't go yet. I couldn't leave them behind. But who is them?
I drifted back into consciousness and opened my eyes warily in time to see a small pixie-like girl sitting next to me. She had a bowl in her hand and was moving it slowly towards me. I closed my eyes to blink and found that they refused to open again. I had no strength to left to fight my eyelids but I continued to wonder who the girl was and what was that she was holding.
Someone forced my jaw open and poured something into my mouth. The liquid was warm and satifying. It brought an ounce of strength back to my body so I could open my eyes for the briefest second. I saw the girl again. She switched the bowl for another on the bedside table next to her and brought it towards me again. I was overjoyed that she was going to give me more of the life-giving fluid and wanted to thank her but I still didn't have the energy to.
She opened my jaw again and poured it in much quicker this time. The warm liquid burned in my mouth and left me a bit more energized. The girl repeated this process over and over again for almost 200 times. She poured the fluid in quicker and quicker everytime and I was slowly able to feel my muscles again and keep myself from drifting off. When she was done, she sighed in relief and left my side.
I fluttered my eyelids open and looked at her. She was cleaning up the bowls that were scattered everywhere. My mind suddenly clicked into place and told me her name was Alice. I used my arm as a lever and pulled myself up off the bed.
"Alice," I croaked. She flicked around and smile brightly when she saw me.
"Bella! You're okay! Thank goodness. You got us so worried. You looked like you had an inch of life left when we found you," she said happily. I smiled for only a brief second.
"Edward! Is Edward okay?" Her smile fell and she took her eyes from mine and stared at the blanket. I panicked, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her hard. "Alice, tell me what's going on!" She shook her head and turned her face onto me.
"Just rest, Bella. Everything is fine," she reassured. Why isn't she telling me? What's going on?
"Alice, tell me. I'm fine. I just collapsed because I was thirsty but I'm fine now," I insisted. She sighed in defeat and nodded.
"He hasn't regained consciousness. We don't know why. Everyone woke up and felt perfectly fine but he never did," she said lowly. My eyes grew wide and my whole body started to shake uncontrollably.
"Where is he now?" I muttered.
"He's in the living room."
I got up swiftly and the blanket fell on the floor. I went downstair and into the living room. Edward laid on the couch looking like he was asleep, but he wasn't, vampires can't sleep. He was unconscious and even the steady rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was breathing was gone too. He wasn't dead and I could tell. I walked over and sat myself on the floor next to the couch. I swept his untidy hair back lightly and laid my head on his chest.
"Edward, can you hear me? If you can, you have to get better," I whispered. Esme appeared by my side and touched my shoulder in a motherly way.
"Bella, Carlisle wants to see you in his office," she said gently. I got up and she hugged me. "Everything will be fine, dear." I nodded and could only hope she was right.
I made my way upstairs thinking what I wouldn't give to have him up and...just be himself again. I would never take him for granted again. I would stop being so stubborn and enjoy being in his arms again. This was all my fault. Victoria wanted to avenge James's death and James is dead because of me. I was the cause of everything. Ever since I entered their lives, I've caused them nothing but conflict and hurt.
I opened the door to Carlisle's office and took a seat on the other side of his giant desk. He smiled when I entered and looked up from the papers he was reading. I wanted to force a smile back at him but found that I couldn't manage that right now.
"Are you feeling alright, Bella?" He asked concerned. I nodded.
"Yes, I'm fine. I felt okay as soon as I was satiated again." He nodded knowingly. He looked wary and tired as if he's been worrying or thinking too much lately.
"Bella, I will just tell you what is going on because I know you hate it when we keep things from you," he began. "Edward's wounds have healed completely. As far as I can tell, there is nothing wrong with him." I stood and banged my hands on the desk. I felt it crack underneath the force but didn't bother to look down.
"Then why is he still unconscious?" Carlisle shook his head.
"I truly don't know," he flicked his golded eyes and met mine in concern. "But I do have a theory." My mind refocused and I stared at him waiting for an answer. "Everyone of us woke up without a problem. Of course, we weren't fighting for as long and as hard as Edward was able to. Maybe part of it was his injuries and his exhaustion but both of those are now taken cared of." I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand to stop me and continued. "While we were unconscious, we felt like we were in the middle of nowhere and floating carelessly towards nowhere. Alice was the first one to get up and she woke us. Her voice was the reason why we fought against the current and woke up, but she said that she fought hard because she was worried about you." I was getting a bit impatient but didn't think it was a good idea to interrupt him. "Edward may not be fighting to get back. If he doesn't, he may continue to to float until who knows how long." I shook my head in disagreement.
"What reason does he have for not wanting to wake up?"
"You, Bella. He is afraid that if he wakes, you will leave again. He would rather be stuck in the middle of life and death, reality and fantasy than watch you leave," he concluded. This was truly all my fault, I am the reason why Edward is just lying there.
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