A/N: I told you I might update really quickly :) but yeah, this chapter was one of the hardest to write. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: We all know Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. Whatta lucky girl.

JPOV

As it got darker and darker outside, I laid in bed, alone, with no sign that Edward was coming back after running to catch up with Bella. I couldn't even imagine how much that had to of hurt her, seeing her ex lover and so called best friend laying face first, sweating, on top of each other amidst the tangled bed sheets. The complete and utter disgust on her face directed at us was almost scarring. It was as if she had just witnessed someone killing a baby kitten. Although I felt guilt about what she had seen under the circumstances of our past, the feeling of ecstasy I got from being with Edward took all of that away, and I no longer felt the pain, guilt, agony, or grief. Things were almost perfect besides the fact that Edward hadn't returned to my house or called. I was starting to feel a sinking feeling in my gut and could tell that something must be wrong. When I was finally dozing off, the television beeped loudly signaling there had been an amber alert issued and something about a fatal car accident with more information on channel 13. I grabbed for the remote and quickly turned it to channel 13.

"There has been a fatal car accident at a dead end with 2 passengers; one female and one male. We haven't any information or identification at this time. Stay tuned in for more."

With that, I clicked the television off and lay back on my pillow as tears started rolling down my cheeks. Although there was no identification, I had a distinct feeling that it was Bella and Edward, and the sinking feeling in my gut was becoming increasingly more profound. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I woke before the sun did the next day. The phone was ringing off the hook so obviously the person either had a death wish or they were calling for a very important reason. I sprang out of bed and leaped for the phone pressing the TALK button and saying hello in a breathless tone. The voice on the other side of the phone was recognizable as Edward's brother, Emmett and instead of being his usual cheery, lighthearted voice oozing through the speaker, his tone was serious. I had never in my life heard Emmett be serious.

"Jasper... It's Emmett."

"Uh, hey, Emmett, what's going on."

"Edward and Bella were in an accident last night. I'm calling all the people who are his friends to let them know, and to tell them his room number." With every word that Emmett spoke my heart beat slowed down until it was barely beating. My face flushed completely white and I found it hard to breath. I took a breath and tried to steady myself before speaking.

"So is he... uh... okay?" My concern for Edward was obvious.

"No news yet."

"Oh, and Bella?"

"She... is dead." His voice was still as serious as could be but I sensed pain as he said these words.

"Oh... Well thanks for calling. I'll be down as soon as possible."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." As I said my goodbye my voice quivered and I sounded like an adolescent boy going through puberty. When the phone was back on the hook and I was certain that no one could hear me I broke down into sobs. My knees gave out and I curled my body into the fetal position in the middle of my bedroom floor and cried until I didn't think I could cry anymore. I mustered up enough energy to get into the shower and clean up, since I looked like a drowned rat after sobbing for an hour. Slowly I made my way to the hospital, every minute getting increasingly more terrified of what I was about to witness.

I stepped cautiously through the front door at the hospital and walked uneasily up to the front desk. The look of concern on the secretaries face when she asked how she could help me told me that I looked much too afraid to go in there and face Edward or his family. After she told me what room I would find him in and how I could get there, I followed her instructions, and the whole time I was in the elevator, I tried to get myself to calm down and look less like I had just seen a ghost. The ding that sounded when the elevator had reached the floor I needed to get off on snapped me out of this trance like state. I never thought that a simple noise could make my stomach drop all the way to the very tips of my toes.

This is it, here goes nothing.

I reached out and grabbed the door handle of room 1017, pausing briefly to remind myself not to look scared and that everything would be alright. I turned the knob slowly, hoping that I wasn't going to be the only person in the room with him. I just couldn't do that, no chance in hell.

When the door was ajar, I took one step inside, all of the heads in the room turned in my direction. Edward's mother, Esme, was the only one to speak.

"Jasper, thank you for coming. He's in a coma. The doctors haven't given us any information at all yet." Esme's usually chipper tone and glee-filled attitude seemed to have been overcome by an emotionless tone and she seemed to have almost no energy left in her petite body.

We all sat there in silence, each of us staring at either the off white walls or the checkered sea foam green and white floor tiles. The silence was broken by the audible sound of the door knob being twisted and the creak of the door as it was opened slowly. The man standing in the doorway studying a clipboard certainly didn't come off as the doctor type and if it wasn't for the long, white doctor's coat and stethoscope hanging limply around his neck, there would be no way for me to identify this man as a doctor – he hardly looked qualified. This made me uneasy. After looking at the clipboard a few more seconds, he lifted his head and walked further into the room. He walked over to the bed and scrutinized Edward's battered appearance, not muttering a single word the entire time. When he got a good look at Edward, his eyes grew so large I thought they would pop out of his head as he fell over onto the floor. Everyone's heads snapped up, alarmed at what had just happened and Emmett ran out the door, searching for someone to help.

After 5 minutes of pressing the help button next to Edward's bed, a medical assistant finally came rushing in in a panic to find the doctor sprawled out on the floor. She was able to successfully revive him with a damp wash cloth and fanning his face with her clipboard. Once he was able to drink a glass of water and stand up on his own, the assistant left the room to get to her other patients.

"Doctor, what was the issue?" Esme asked in calm but obviously irritated tone.

"The damages to this young man's face are devastating. I can't imagine anyone surviving this kind of damage," The doctor explained a look of fear took over his face.

There was a moment of silence before Emmett spoke, "How long?"

"I give him the rest of the night. I looked at his paper's before my arrival and it doesn't seem that his heart or brain are functioning properly. I'm very sorry." You would think that after a person just delivered this tragic news to a man's loved ones, that he would look at least somewhat deplorable.

"Thank you for your time doctor," Esme replied, meanwhile biting back tears. But the second he left the room tears began to flood down her face along with every other person in the room. We were allowed ten more minutes with Edward, to say our final goodbyes. While Esme was having her last precious moments with her son, the rest of us sat in the chairs, waiting our turns. No one spoke other than Esme and the words that cascaded from her mouth were heart wrenching. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to refrain from rupturing into tears. Blood from my cheek was pouring into my mouth and I silently cursed at myself for biting my cheek, I could have released some tears after all, everyone else was doing it. Before I knew it, it was my turn to have my time with Edward. I was the last and the rest of his family had left. Here I was, alone with Edward, just like I had been just a few hours ago except this time it wasn't fun. As I stood standing over Edward's white hospital bed looking down at him, plugged into a million different machines and becoming more pallid by the minute, I noticed a few drops of water hitting his pillow and realized they were my tears. I only had a few minutes left before visiting hours were over so I figured it was now or never to say my goodbyes.

"Edward, you little fucker you, if only we had locked the god damn door, we wouldn't be here right now. I want you to know that I realized you are my one true love," I could hardly speak due to the lump growing in my throat but I grabbed onto his limp hand, got down on my knees and sobbed into his side, "I'll never forget you. Ever. You will always be in my heart, bud. I wish this was fifty years into the future and you were dying peacefully in your sleep and I'll never forgive Bella for this but I want you to go up there and have the best damn time. This isn't goodbye because I'll be joining you up there soon but bye for now." I slowly stood up, still holding on to Edward's hand, just staring at him and somehow expecting his eyes to open up and make me feel like an idiot for saying all of that. But he didn't wake up. I placed his hand back on the bed against his side, wiped the tears from my face and took a few deep breathes so I didn't look like a mess once I walked out of the room, and took a step forward. My legs felt like jello, I reached my hand out to the wall for some stability and slowly turned the doorknob, opening the door as slowly as possibly. I was doing everything I could to stall and refrain from hearing the click of the door closing on my entire life purpose. I felt as though I might fall to the floor dead the second that were to happen. I took one last look back at my Edward before slowly shutting the door and hearing the click. I was okay, for now. My legs still felt weak so I used the wall to walk down the hallway, by the time I reached the front of the hospital I was alright to walk to my car. As I sat in the car and buckled my seat belt, I firmly grasped the wheel attempting to bite back tears as they began to flow down my face. I couldn't do it anymore, couldn't hold anything in. As I sobbed with my forehead resting on the steering wheel, I bashed my head into the wheel multiple times and the feeling of failing to hold anything in swept over me as I quickly threw open the door and heaved the contents of my stomach onto the pavement below me. When I thought I was finished I slammed the car door shut and turned the key in the ignition and put the car in drive.

When I arrived home, I was amazed that I was able to make it. As I pushed the front door open I was greeted by the mess Edward and I had made earlier. I didn't fucking care though. All I wanted to do was get in bed and sleep the pain of all this away. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what seemed like years before I was able to drift to an unpleasant sleep. A sleep filled with cold, cruel nightmares.