A/N - Ok, so this was origionally a one-shot, but then I thought that it was kind of harsh leaving y'all not knowing whether Emmett made it to the hospital. So here you go. (:

Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight

Against All Odds

I burst through the hospital doors, Rose still lying limply in my arms. I winced as the bright lights and piercing white of the walls stung my eyes. My legs burned with fatigue after running who knows how many miles to get here, but my arms weren't tired at all. I could barely feel her; it felt like I was carrying air. When had she lost so much weight? I ran up to the reception desk, and was faced with a rather shocked looking secretary, but I don't think it was the body hanging in my arms that startled her.

"I need a doctor! Now, please." I almost screamed at her.

"Why do you need a doctor, sir?" She replied in bored and rehearsed voice.

I slammed my eyes shut, and quickly counted to ten in my head. It took every ounce of my now waning self control not to shout "are you blind?!" at the ditzy receptionist.

"My girlfriend had been coughing up blood, and passed out about 30 minutes ago."

"Your name is?"

"Emmett Cullen." I growled out. Does it matter what my name is? Surely she should be finding a doctor for Rose?!

"And her name is?"

"Rosalie Hale."

"So you two aren't related?"

"No, of course we're not related. I've already told you that she's my girlfriend." I practically snarled. "Now I swear to God, Buddha, Ganesha or whoever you believe in, if you don't get me a doctor soon, I'll go find one myself." I don't know whether it was my tone of voice, or the probably murderous look in my eyes but she nodded at me.

"If you'd go take a seat over there, then-"

"That won't be necessary Miss White; I'll take care of Miss Hale." I turned around to face the doctor who had spoken. He was fairly young, with tousled blonde hair. "Hello, I'm Dr. Lawson, and I'll be your Doctor. Please follow me." He turned and led me to a small box-shaped room. There were some rather wilted flowers on the windowsill and a small bed laying against the wall, but other than that the room was bare. "Mr Cullen, if you could just lay Miss Hale down there," he gestured to the bed, "then we can begin examining her."

I reluctantly laid her down, before stepping back.

"What has been the problem with her?" Dr. Lawson asked, while listening to her breathing through a stethoscope.

"She's had a violent cough for several weeks, seems to have lost a lot of weight and started coughing up blood." As I listed the ailments, I mentally kicked myself. How on earth could I have waited this long before taking her to the hospital? I was nothing short of a monster.

"Ok, I have an idea what is wrong with her, but I would like to do some X-Rays, just to make sure I'm right."

"What? What do you think is wrong with her?" I frantically asked.

"I may be wrong, but I have a suspicion that Miss Hale is suffering from Tuberculosis." Dr. Lawson replied calmly.

"TB? That can be treated right? She's going to be OK isn't she?!"

"If you let me take her to the X-Ray room Mr Cullen, then if it is TB we can start to treat her with a course of antibiotics."

I simply nodded, afraid that my voice would fail me, before stepping out the way of the door. Mr Lawson wheeled Rose past me, and rushed down the hall. I felt my back slipping down the wall, before my bottom hit the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and then buried my face in them. Tuberculosis; that can be fatal. What if Rose died? It would be my fault. I should have realised it sooner.

After what seemed like hours, Dr. Lawson entered the room pushing the bed that Rose was laying it. However, he was now accompanied by a group of nurses, who instantly started attaching tubes and monitors to her before shuffling out. Dr. Lawson turned to face me, and smiled.

"She does have TB, however luckily we caught it before it got too bad. She is now on a course of antibiotics, and should be on the road to recovery. I wouldn't expect her to wake up though, she is quite heavily medicated. You can talk to her though if you want, she may be able to hear you."

I gave my thanks before he left the room. I slowly walked over to Rose, and took hold of her hand. I couldn't believe how cold and clammy it felt. She looked so helpless lying there silently and deathly still, with tubes sticking out of her, and monitors beeping constantly. Tears began to run down my face as I started down at my baby girl.

"Please don't be angry with me Rose. I know you didn't want to come to the hospital, but it's a good job you did. You have Tuberculosis, but don't worry about that because you're on medicine now, and you're going to get better. I'll be right beside you as soon as you wake up. I love you Rose.

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The days turned into weeks, and still she just lied there not moving at all. Although I didn't mention it to the doctors, I began to give up hope. They'd been feeding her through tubes, as she wasn't in a fit state to feed herself. The Rose I knew, my Rose, would never want to be fed through a tube. She was stronger than that; at least, she used to be. But I never left her. I stayed by her side, holding her hand, leaving only when absolutely necessary. In the last week I had slept for no more than five hours. I was exhausted, I couldn't deny that, but I would rather never sleep again than leave her. I felt that someone was watching me and noticed that Dr. Lawson was standing in the doorway smiling at me.

"Doctor, do you have any idea when she will wake up?"

"Yes, actually I do. We have cut down on her medication so she should wake up sometime today."

My heart leapt into my throat at the thought of Rose waking up. Now I just had to wait.

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I woke with a start as I felt someone stir in the bed next to me. I stared down at the body lying there, and felt like jumping for joy when her eyelids fluttered open. She squeezed my hand and smiled up at me.

"Oh my god, Rose. I didn't think you were going to wake up, and-" I couldn't continue as a sob escaped my throat.

"I told you that we were going to make it through this. Me and you, that's what I said," she hoarsely replied.

I leaned down and tentatively pressed my lips to her forehead. Now I knew; it was defiantly worth living on a prayer.

End.

A/N - So there you go. What did you think? Personally I don't like this chapter as much as the first; I don't think it has so much emotion. But let me know what you think. (: I'm starting to write another one shot. Its a Japser and Alice fic, so check it out when I post it. (:

A Real Dreamer.