CPOV

"Is my daughter going to be alright?" The police officer, Charlie, asked me, clearly concerned for Isabella. This man, as Jasper had explained to me a few hours ago, had abandoned him, Isabella, and their mother Renée just a few months after Isabella was born, so Charlie obviously had a problem with her birth.

I, personally, found that cruel and sick, for every being on the Earth should be revered, no matter how small or evil themselves. So, naturally…

"Officer Swan, as of nineteen and a half years ago, you are not her father." In any way shape, or form, I wanted to add. "Just biologically."

"Charlie, Bella grew up without any father figure." Jasper spat venomously from his chair between Isabella and Edward's beds. Edward was awake, too, but had wisely chosen to stay out of the conversation. "You are no father."

"Enough!" Charlie yelled at Jasper. They glared at each other intensely for a few moments before Charlie continued. "Can a fa—" Charlie stopped after a sharp look from Jasper and restarted. "Can a man not be concerned for his da— acquaintance?"

"Yes, you can, but—"

Isabella moaned quietly and tossed once on her bed before settling again. Charlie was staring wide-eyed and amazed at her, while Jasper and Edward were looking at her with the most hopeful eyes I had ever seen belonging to any creature. It was slightly disconcerting to see Edward so… infatuated.

"I think its best for you to leave now, Charlie." I cautioned. Charlie suddenly spun around to throw a death glare at me. I continued. "I have to check her vitals and administer some tests."

"And why can't I be here?" Charlie yelled.

"There's blood." Jasper said monotonously. We turned to him. "Bella can't stand the smell of blood. I'll wager you can't either."

Charlie opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with a good argument, but ended up storming out of the room.

"Thank you, Carlisle." Jasper said and relaxed into the chair.

"Jasper, I think I agree with you about Charlie." I said, moving over to Isabella's bed to check her monitors. "But still, for a man who didn't know his daughter, he was quite attached to her."

"It's exactly what he did to Renée." Jasper said tightly. "He claimed he would love her forever, but ended up leaving just months later. My mom was torn. I'm not going to let Charlie near Bella if she wakes up, not if he's just going to hurt her."

I didn't fail to notice Jasper meaningful glance at Edward, and my nephew's understanding nod.

I dismissed it when I couldn't make anything out of it. Instead, I continued with Isabella's tests. Her heart rate was going well, a very relaxed 60 beats per minute, though it was going considerably quicker for some reason right now. Her IV was dripping continuously and didn't need changing for the next few hours. Unfortunately, the cut on her side was still bleeding, and had refused to stop for the past few hours, ever since we got her out of surgery. I'd have to check up on that…

EPOV

Knowing the calm, collected Jasper, it was… different, and a bit scary, to see him so enraged. It was like he was just unleashing years worth of hate and fury in one day. For all I knew, he was. But it would have just been a few months' worth.

I knew Alice. Well, not personally, but enough to know she was Jasper soul mate, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything just… fit with them. Their personalities, opposing as they were, matched harmoniously, and Alice just fit under Jasper's arm like a finally found second part. I knew Jasper before he had met Alice, so I could tell the almost frightening impact Alice had had on his life. Jasper must have been having an internal battle between suicide, living for Bella, or going off in a bloodthirsty rage to find and kill Alice's murderers.

"Jasper, you might want to take a look at this." Carlisle said, worried, from beside Bella. We instantly tensed; this couldn't be good.

Somewhat hesitantly, yet rushed, Jasper stood and strode over to Carlisle, who showed him a clipboard with a grave face. I could see tears gathering up at the corners of Jasper's red eyes. Fearing for Bella, I found my heart going triple its pace.

"So how long is she going to be out?" Jasper asked quietly, meeting Carlisle's gaze.

"That really depends on lots of things…" Carlisle trailed off, looking at Bella again. "Would you like to have her home?"

"I think it would be better if she could be watched 24-7."

"Okay, well, she doesn't need any of this equipment. Her brain is functioning, and she's breathing on her own. The only thing she really needs is the IV, but that can be easily transported." Carlisle explained slowly, like he was trying to convince himself, too. It worried me beyond belief.

"So how long?" Jasper asked, getting a bit impatient. My uncle sighed.

"Three months, maybe more."

BPOV

I felt like I was beginning to forget things. I had this nagging feeling the back of my mind telling me my memories were just slowly slipping away. It terrified me.

I began to find the pieces of my mind that I always wanted to know and never forget.

You know, losing your memory can really snap things into perspective for you. Like, you never realize how meaningless some memories are, and how vital others can be, until you're forced to chose them.

So I sorted through them, treasuring each one last time before either letting it go into Oblivion or hording it in the depths of my mind. It was like moving into a smaller space, knowing each one of your possessions has a special meaning and story, and having to throw most of it away.

I flicked through them like books. I was getting tired, but I knew the less work I did the more would be thrown away.

I thought of Mom. Not that I had very many memories, well, good memories, of her. It was just seeing her pictures on the covers of magazines, or her popping into the house for a few hours— per year. There were no real things I wanted to keep of her. Just know her name and face.

Then there was my real family; Jasper and Alice. I kept everything I could I of them, only leaving out the fights and disagreements.

And then Edward…

Let me ask you this; what do you do when you have a crush on an amazing, god-like person who, until a day ago, probably didn't know you exist, but you think you're in love with him because you put his needs above all others and can't get him out of your mind?

Do everything you can to keep it that way.

I quickly filed the memories of him.

EPOV

Jasper was snoring on the armchair. I had tried to get him to go home, telling him that he should get some actual sleep, but he wanted to be by Bella, for reasons that I could completely comprehend. One of them was to keep Charlie away.

I tried to follow Jasper's example, but for some reason I just could get to sleep. I had the awkward feeling of someone watching me, and it sent shivers up my spine.

I looked out the window, but that didn't do me any good. We were on the fourth floor. Jasper was asleep, and a cloth had been put over the small window on the door. And Bella was in a coma. Unless Carlisle was somehow very, very wrong in his estimation, there was no way she could be awake.

Nonetheless, I longed for her. Trying to ignore the nostalgic feeling I felt for the warmth and unconditionally loving concern in Bella's beautiful brown eyes was impossible. And it killed me to know that they would be lifeless for a month— possibly and probably more.

It also killed me to feel how unbelievable uncomfortable this position was. I knew that my surgery tomorrow night would let me lose some of the casts and just get some bracers, since the injuries were more of quantity than quality, but it was still annoying. And let me tell you, staying on your back for God knows how long can be incredibly irritating.

I groaned out loud, voicing my opinion on casts with a mild curse.

Seven broken ribs, all on the left side of my ribcage meant that it was considerably collapsed. But that would be fixed with several little metal links connecting each break together.

Apart from that, my left leg was broken in two places, at my old fracture in my shin and then again just about my knee. My right leg, though, just had a sprain at the ankle and some mild scabs from the skid.

Oh God, but my torso was much worse. In addition to the ribs, that nearly punctured my lungs, heart, and stomach, my shoulder bone was completely shattered on my left side, and my arm was dislocated at the elbow, and was scratched in a deep cut that went from the curve of my mangled shoulder to knuckle of my middle finger and was, at most, two and a half inches wide. And all the bone under it was showing. So, I guess there was a good reason for me to be uncomfortable. After all, there's only so much a painkiller can do…

But that didn't explain my being-watched feeling, and that was definitely not just a paranoid suspicion. I had been trained as a secret agent. I knew these things.

I groaned one more time before looking at Bella for comfort. But comfort was the last thing I got.

BPOV

I felt eyes on me, dim as the feeling was, and mentally groaned at how little I had gleaned of everything. Darkness befell on me once again, and my mind automatically went into a state of unconsciousness.

Damn.

That took a lot more out of me that I thought.

EPOV

I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath until my already stressed lungs were screaming for air. I let out my old breath and gasped for more air. But lack of air wasn't the only good reason for breathing hard; that was just terrifying. I didn't know Bella could scare me that much!

Jasper snored again and tossed so he was blowing his bad breath in my face. I take it he hadn't brushed his teeth today.

Trying to breath through my mouth, I stretched my arm as far I could without tearing opening the scabs and caught hold of Jasper's cell phone, which sat charging on the bedside table. With just tow fingers, I pulled the cord out of the small hole in the side of the phone and dropped it in my lap.

I flexed my fingers, wincing at the pain, and flipped open Jasper's phone. I typed a familiar number before holding the phone up to my ear. It rang six times before someone answered.

"Jasper?" Carlisle's voice echoed in my ear, heavy with sleep.

"No, it's Edward."

I could almost imagine Carlisle's widened eyes with his tone. "Why aren't you asleep? You have to build up your strength for the surgery tomorrow—"

"I know, but I had the nagging feeling somebody was watching me."

"Edward, no one who was conscious was in there when I left, save for you, and it's been locked ever since, hasn't it? Did you ever figure it out?"

"Yes." I answered reluctantly. "But it didn't make any sense."

"How so? Isn't it just a person watching you?"

"Yeah… but that person happens to be in a coma."

A/N: Sorry, I just had to incorporate Bella's completely weird brain. This isn't to turn supernatural or anything.