A/N:

So today, I received the tenth review from ori2172921 *applause*. Okay, I'm lying, I only got 7, but I'll take what I can get. My gratitude goes out to the others that reviewed: crazyperson17, vampiregurl, suyapa, ElCullen, Ragdoll-Ranny, and erica scriven.

You guys deserve this chapter. It's very meaningful and shows a side of Edward that hasn't been seen yet.

And make sure you read the A/N on the bottom. :)

Enjoy and thank you once again to those that reviewed. You keep my story alive!

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EPOV

I drove in my own car to the hospital. I needed to have some time to myself to digest what Alice had just told us.

Bella is in a coma.

The words mocked me and I had no way of retaining them, nor did I try to. I let them come along with the pain of realization what I caused Bella. I knew how frail she was, and yet I didn't think. I can't even imagine how Bella's frail image will look like now. I am not even sure if her face is how it was. Are the proportions of her beautiful face the same as I see in my head?

I gripped the steering wheel of my car with as much force I can exert.

I'd gladly take any offer I'd get to change places with her. At least I would know that I had a better chance of living, but I knew as well as anyone else that it would never happen.

My fingers ran through my hair on an impulse to attempt to calm me down. It wouldn't work. It didn't have the same results from when Bella did it. Her soft, pale fingers had a stronger effect than my cold ones would ever have.

The way she would twist and twirl my golden hair mindlessly was magical. It was almost as if I had Tinkerbell dusting me with her fairy dust.

My hands do no such thing. They are the hands of a monster whose main purpose is to cause harm. They should never be near the ones of little strength because of the damage they know they can cause.

I hurt Bella with these hands that I promised nonstop to be gentle with. I broke that promise and now it jeopardized her life.

If there is a God, he will let Bella get through this because she deserves to. It is then will I go through the torture I deserve from my Bella. As much as it may hurt, I would rather her ignore me for the rest of her life than to have her die from my own doing.

I know that if she does wake up, not only will she be damaged physically, but mentally as well. At it kills me to know that she will wake up and not remember a damn thing that's happened!

Bright lights lightened my tinted windows as I roughly pulled into an open space.

Slamming my car door on the way out, I made my way into the hospital.

I made a bee-line straight to reference desk, where a male nurse was sitting.

Thank God, it wasn't a female. I really am not in the mood to deal with them.

The man noticed me and smiled, "Oh hey, Edward!! Long time no see!"

"Hey, Thomas. Where's Carlisle?"

"Uh, hold on, let me check." He concentrated on the computer screen in front of him, while trying to find my father's schedule.

My fingers impatiently tapped on the desk.

"He's about to head into surgery," he responded, his blue eyes on mine.

Plan B.

"Can you give me the room number for Isabella Swan?"

"Yeah, give me a minute."

He quickly typed something into the computer and made a few clicks before responding. "She's in recovery, room 302."

He threw me a visitor's pass and the electronic doors opened for me.

I ran through the doors with human-like speed in an attempt to seem normal to the elevator.

This will take too long. I need to take the stairs.

Running to the third floor didn't take long, but as I got closer to Bella, I felt my anxiety building up with each step.

I knew where her room was and when I got there, I couldn't find the strength to open the door. I couldn't imagine what was behind this door, the sight I would see. I knew either way, it would be bad, but I didn't want it to be. I had a silent prayer that what was lying behind this door was a peacefully sleeping Bella. The same Bella I saw at night when I held her close to my chest, the same Bella I would see when she was passed out on the couch from my simple touch.

With all the strength inside me, I clasped onto the door handle and turned. Placing enough pressure on the door, I pushed it open before looking at the sight ahead of me.

The room was dark and the only thing illuminating it was the heart monitor that let me hear the steady melody that I have grown to love.

I walked over with cautious steps until I stood by the bedside of my sleeping angel. I felt the pain I caused her when I saw one half of her face covered in gauze and bandage tape.

Fuck.

A growl viciously erupted from my throat as I turned away and kicked the plastic chair that lied by her bedside. My hands clutched at both sides of my hair and pulled as hard as I could, hoping to cause me some type of pain to myself. Anything that would make me experience anywhere close to the physical pain Bella had experienced.

I turned back to the pale sleeping beauty and fell to my knees, letting tearless sobs erupt as I examined her.

Nothing was right with her anymore. Her once beautiful, pale skin was as pale as someone who was dead, and her beautiful brown locks had no life or lust to it. She looked broken and dead and it was my entire fault!

I laid my head by her hand and in anticipation of her fingers to run through my hair, but it didn't come and I felt empty. I felt like my only purpose for living was no longer here and I had screwed it up. I screwed up what made this life vivid and fruitful and at this point, I didn't know what to do. My body fell limp and I just wished that there was some way to end my misery.

"Bella," I called out to her, but she didn't respond. I knew she wouldn't but I could try for my sanity.

"Bella! Wake up for me, please! Wake up!!" Pulling her hand to my face I placed a kiss, the sobs continuing.

"I'm sorry. I was stupid and I should've never hurt you. You are worth more than anything else to me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I just…I don't know what happened to me and I didn't mean to take it out on you. I lied to you and hurt you and I am kicking myself in the ass for it. Just, please, don't die. Don't die."

I sat up and cupped her cheek, running my thumb over her only exposed eyelid.

"Baby, please, wake up."

"Edward," someone faintly called out. I didn't care who it was at this point in time. I just want to be my Bella and me. I need this time with her, because maybe, just maybe, she would wake up.

"Please, wake up. I said I was sorry. What else do you want?" My thumb traced from her eyelid to her cheek and instantly remembered her blush. She may not have thought it as her worst asset, but I saw it as beautiful and unique. It was something that didn't need to be perfected by something synthetic.

It was all natural.

I loved it when she would get embarrassed because her cheeks would turn the most beautiful rose color in the world. It's like a baby's color when they first exit the womb.

It was unique.

It was fascinating.

It was Bella and no one could mimic the way she blushed.

My finger explored more and stopped upon her lips, one of her most adored assets. I loved how when she slept peacefully in my arms, how they would go into a pout and be slightly ajar. I loved how they felt when I ran my finger over it and how when she chewed on it out of nervousness, it would turn cherry red. My favorite is when I kissed them. The softness and the warmth they gave off.

It made me feel like I was floating on air, and I was lucky to be the only one to have experienced it.

And if only she would wake up and let me see a smile reach her lips, I might be even luckier.

"Please, wake up for me." I said in a whisper.

I felt a hesitant hand be placed upon my shoulder, but I ignored it. I wished the person away, to leave me to my own misery.

"Bella."

"Edward."

"Bella, please…"

"Edward, it's okay."

"No it's not! Why would you say that to me? You know what I did."

"And I understand that, but she's not going to wake up because of what you're saying."

"She might if I try hard enough, Alice. She might. I just have to have a little faith."

"It may not happen the way you want it to. It is when Bella is ready that she will wake up. In her state now, she might not wake up anytime soon." Disappointment colored her tone.

I cringed. I didn't want to think that she might not wake up anytime soon. I wanted it to be tonight. I might even make an exception for tomorrow. I just don't know how I am going to live knowing that she may or may not wake up.

"Alice, I don't want to think like that. I just want to be able to embrace her like I used to. I want to be able to provide her with the protection and security like I did before."

"Edward, what you are failing to understand is that you would've still been able to do that if you told her the truth from the get go. Sure, Bella may have been upset, but she eventually would've forgiven you. Now that you let it get this far, I'm not sure she ever will."

"I know."

"And if you're going to fix this problem, you need to start before she wakes up."

I hesitated. I knew Alice was right. She was never wrong and there would be no point in denying her now.

I rose up onto my feet, never taking my eyes off of Bella. Leaning forward, I placed a tender kiss upon her lips and turned to face Alice. Her face was so miserable; I never thought it could be that way for someone so perky and alive.

Running my fingers through my hair, I gave her a quick, 'thank you' and nod and walked out of the room, not looking back.

I part of my plan. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, nor did I ever think it was going to be. took the elevator this time, thoroughly thinking through how I was going to go about the second

The 'ding' from the elevator interrupted my silent thoughts, and I quickly exited.

I walked through the electric doors and placed my visitor's pass on the reference desk as I walked by.

As I made my way to the front doors, I passed the waiting room. There sitting in the corner, were Rose, Jasper, and Emmett. Their faces empty, with no signs of emotion. Emmett spotted me and I heard the growl that escaped his throat, but I ignored it easily, and made my way out the doors to the parking lot.

Spotting my Volvo, I ran to it at impeccable speeds and jumped into the front seat, revving the engine in the same moment. I knew what I had to do. I just hoped that this didn't backfire on me. It might even endanger Bella if it did. If anything, I was doing this for Bella, so I can hopefully claim her as 'mine' again.

I put the car in reverse, and as I did, I began part two of my plan.

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A/N:

So, yeah, there is the side of Edward that you've never seen. His shell is beginning to crack and he knows what has to be done.

Those that review get a sneak peek, those that don't will wait for me to post the chapter, whenever that may be.
If I get 10, the update will be much faster, if I don't, I won't mind taking my time with it.

Lastly, I want to thank Ragdoll-Ranny for basing her Bella and Edward action off of mine. :) It's entitled, Ye Olde England, so you guys check that out!

Love you all :)