Disclaimer: I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters.
BPOV:
What is happening to me? Why me? I'm going to die now. I'm going to freakin die now.
"Bella? Bella, are you there?" someone was speaking to me.
"She's going to be fine, Alice." a man said. So it was Alice who was talking to me.
I felt hands on my face, in either of my own and reading my pulse. I opened my eyes.
APOV:
"Bella? Bella, are you there?" I was asking.
"She's going to be fine, Alice." Carlisle said.
I had my hand in her right one, rose holding her left, Charlie's on her face, and Carlisle reading her pulse. Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh!" she said.
BPOV:
I was on the restaurant floor. Rose and Alice were holding my hands, Charlie propping my head up, and Carlisle was reading my pulse. "What is going on? Why are all the chairs up on the tables?" I asked. "Wow. I am out of it for 5 minutes and-" "5 minutes Bella? No, 2 hours is more like it." Carlisle replied. I gasped. 2 hours I have been on this floor. 2 hours I have been 'asleep'. (A/N: 'asleep' is what bella calls unconscious. She likes that term better.) I didn't want to think about that, so I said "you never answered my other questions. What is going on? And why are all the chairs up on the tables?"
"Well, the chairs are up because you have been 'asleep' for 2 hours," drat! I didn't want to think about that "and you had a minor attack."
"Minor?"
"Yes bells, minor." Charlie said.
"No, no, no. minor is 5 minutes. This is major!"
"Bella…"
"DON'T BELLA… ME CHARLIE! I WASTED 2 HOURS OF ALL OF OUR LIVES!"
APOV:
Bella had a spaz, and we went home. After all, we had a party to plan!
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