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So, about….50% of that was real life, I had to tweak some of it to fit the Twilight characters but the more personal things are pretty accurate. This whole chapter, was actually a dream. So, I would say this story is very loosely based off a true story. Enjoy!

All Our Hard Work ~ Chapter Two

I frown as I check my phone again. He should be texting me by now telling me that he's home. We should be planning a time to meet. This is it. We made it. Why isn't he texting me!

Frustrated, I check my phone once more before slamming it down on my desk. I decide to read a book. For fun. I don't get much of that as an English major, since most of the novels I read are imposed on me. I settle with my current novel and find myself easily absorbed into the new world.

I'm interrupted with my phone ringing and I quickly notice that I've read 100 pages. Annoyance bubbles up inside me. Finally, he's calling. I check my caller ID:

Edward Cullen 8:45pm

Was it really that late? I wonder as I press the send button on my cell-phone to answer it.

"Edward?" Is my greeting.

"Bella." The voice is not Edward's. It's the voice of his mother, Esme. Instinctively, I become uncomfortable. Edward and his mother are very close. I've only met her a handful of times but I've always felt awkward meeting her when I was in love with her son but not dating him. No matter how many times Edward assured me she understood I never felt quite right.

My instincts quickly dissolve to panic.

"Mrs. Cullen? Is everything all right?"

"Oh, Bella." Esme sobs into the phone and my eyes quickly fill with tears. No. No. No. I can't lose him. Not now. It's too soon! I can't form any words, can't make any sounds so I'm grateful when Esme gathers herself enough to say something.

"There was an accident." She says.

"How? Where is he? Where are you?" I'm grabbing my car keys as I'm talking. My thoughts consumed with the image of him laying almost dead somewhere.

"We're at the hospital—"

"Which room?" I'm out the door and in the car now. My mind registers that Charlie isn't home. He was probably on the scene. Why didn't he call me?

"Fifth floor, room 21. Honey, you don't have to come…"

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, Mrs. Cullen. It's alright if I come, right?" Suddenly I feel awkward. Would I be intruding? But Edward…I couldn't leave him.

"Oh, yes of course. I'll see you soon." She seems sure of this. I quickly turn off my phone, put on my seat belt, and start the car.

Edward and I volunteered at this hospital. I had volunteered for three years and showed him around when I convinced him to come volunteer at the hospital with me. I've never been so thankful for my hospital pass and my knowledge of the ins and outs of the rooms until now.

I flash my volunteer badge to the man in the security desk and make my way to the main elevator. I push the button the fifth level. I lean back against the elevator wall and my mind torturously replays our times in the elevator during volunteering.

Edward pressed the button for the sixth floor and he gave me that smile. I knew what he was thinking, six whole floors to ourselves. By now, we had become pros at knowing when the elevator was about to open and we had never been caught. His eyes suddenly got intense, the smile falling of his face. His hands went to my waist as he pushed me against the elevator walls.

"You know what these do to me." He says, as his hands roam now to my yoga pants. His fingers graze my butt and my eyes widen. "God, I want to kiss you."

"Mmm…me too Edward, you know that but—"

"But we're not dating yet. Yeah. I know. " Then, he got a certain glint in his eyes. He lowered his head and placed a chaste kiss on my neck. "How about here?" He whispered, his breathe blowing on my neck.

And, because I'm a wimp and helpless when he turned on the charm I exposed my neck further to him, Whimpering a bit, I sighed as my skin broke out in goose-bumps. "You don't seem to mind that." He said as his lips found their way back to my neck.

We don't do this often. We're usually good about this. But oh my, when he puts his lips on my neck…I'm a total goner.

Ding!

"Ugh!" My sound of discontentment is almost a growl as Edwards helps pull me out of the elevator. He smirks at me as he sees my strong reaction.

"I hate you."

He laughs heartedly. "I doubt that." And then his eyes have that sparkle to them again the one that means he's thinking about just how quickly he got me there and how he's going to do it again. Seeing that, I can't help but smile and relax, even while sexually frustrated.

This time when the elevator dings, I rush out running toward the direction I knew he's in. When I go into the room, my eyes quickly scan it Charlie, filing a police report probably. Esme and Carlisle, Edward's parents huddled together looking pained.

Then, my eyes fall on him. Blood. No, just scars. He'd be okay. But that machine, those tubes. Esme was talking to me. I couldn't hear her. I couldn't take my eyes off him but I heard one word. That one word that tells me all I need to know.

"Coma."