Car.

Accident.

Jacob.

My kids.

No.

No!

"What?" I mumbled dully. This couldn't be happening… no…

I heard her begin to sob into the phone. "Oh, Bella! I'm so sorry!" she wailed.

I dropped the phone; no sound came as it thumped to the bed. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why was she so sorry? Oh my gosh… someone died, didn't they? No. No… NO!

I knew that Edward picked up the cell phone, for I felt the bed shift as he bent forward to get it, and his voice –oh, his sweet, sweet voice. His angel voice—say into the phone, "Renesmee, what happened?" It was vague. Like he was far away. Like I was underwater. Like his voice was all in my head, and I was only imagining. Imagining the times when our life was simple. Now it wasn't.

There was a pause. Not long, but long enough for me to wonder if it had all been a figment of my imagination… like I had dreamt it all up…

"Oh my god," he gasped, and I knew it was real. I glanced over at him slowly –as fast as I could given the circumstances—and saw him freeze up as I did, only he didn't drop the cell phone. "We'll be right there." He hung the phone up and slammed it down on the bedside table as fast as he possibly could, shooting up and going over to his dresser, clothes flying everywhere as he looked for something matching. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a green shirt –that pales in comparison to his eyes—and then went over to my dresser, performing the same actions again. He settled for a pair of my favorite jeans and a tank top that really I really shouldn't have worn out in this fall weather, but neither of us really cared at the moment.

He thrust them at me and I put them on robotically. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of our room, grabbing the keys off of the table near the door, down the stairs, and out the front door, to the Volvo. He jammed the keys into the ignition and tore out of the driveway faster than I ever imagined possible.

Everything was silent on our way to the hospital. Neither of us said anything, which I was glad for, because I wouldn't have been able to form a coherent thought had he spoken to me. He seemed to understand this. Nothing registered in my mind. I was unhappy. The life I knew before was spiraling out of control –out of my control—and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it.

He pulled up to the hospital, slowing down to park. I was out of the car and was running up to the hospital's doors before he had even come to a complete stop, let alone got into the parking space. I raced up to the front and into the doors, just barely coming to a stop before I rammed into the front desk. A small, older woman sat behind the desk, moving the paperwork from out of my way as I crashed into her.

"How may I help you?" she asked politely –even though I just about knocked her out of her seat—looking up at me and readjusting the glasses that were sliding off of the bridge of her nose with a single finger.

"Cullen," I panted. "Edward and Carlie Cullen." She looked back at the computer screen and began clicking her mouse. I very nearly began to tap my foot from her taking so long. I could be with my family for Christ's sake!

"Cullen, Cullen…. Cullen," she mused, continuing her clicking. "Ah! Cullen." Finally! "They were in a car accident with a Jacob, Re—" She did a double-take at Nessie's name. "R-renesm-renesmee?" I nodded. She continued. "And a Paige Swan. They're all sharing a room—room 246."

I didn't even bother with giving her a thank you… I just wanted my kids and brother and sister-in-law and niece. I just needed to make sure they were alright.

I ran to the elevator and punched the 'UP' button, tapping my foot impatiently and my eyes never leaving the little box at the top that told you where the elevator currently was. I gave up—it was taking to freaking long!—and raced to the stairs, running up them faster than I ever did in my life—and I tripped less, which was just as surprising.

Naturally, room 246 was at the complete opposite end of the hallway. Sighing, I took off on a dead run and skidded to a halt in front of it, needing to grab the door frame to help me stop I was going so fast, and stumbled my way in.

All I heard was the beeping of the four heart monitors—Jacob's, Carlie's, Junior's, and Paige's. There was an empty bed on the other side of the room. It was obviously Nessie's, but she was sitting in a chair next to Jacob's seemingly-lifeless form, sobbing her eyes out.

Ness looked up from her place beside my brother. Her bronze-ish hair was matted to her head with dried blood, a bandage located right above her forehead, blood seeping through and soiling it. A large gash was located just below her neck, and traveled the length across her shoulder. And when she looked at me, her brown eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she began to sob.

Edward burst into the room then, and went to comfort her. She hugged tightly to him and sobbed. He patted her back in a soothing way, and nodded towards our kids' beds. I glided swiftly over to their beds, pulling up a chair and sitting between them. I looked at Carlie first. The left side of her face was covered in deep and shallow cuts and scrapes, a mask covered her mouth, and she breathed deeply. Her closed eyes were purple and bruised. I let my hand ghost over the mangled side of her face, and placed a sweet kiss on her nose. I looked at Junior, and pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face and took his cold, bloody hand in mine. All this time I was fighting back sobs.

"Ness, can you tell us what happened?" Edward asked, pulling me out of my sadness. I turned over, wanting to hear what happened as the next person. She nodded, sniffling and brushing away tears. You could see another fresh wave of tears coming.

"We took the kids to Chuck. E. Cheese's for dinner around 5:30. On our way home, Carlie and Junior said they wanted to get you something for you guys." Oh my god. They were in an accident because I had such great kids. I began to feel horrible all over again.

"So we went to Target and got you guys a gift, figuring that it would give you two more alone time, because you haven't been getting enough. We got the gift, and were heading home when it happened." She sniffled again before continuing.

"We were going down Jackrabbit really fast. The road was completely deserted –or so we thought—so we were able to go 75 without getting caught. A semi-truck was going down the road at the same time. It was heading towards us on the wrong side of the road, and it had its lights off. We were going too fast to dodge it so we collided while we were going 80. Luckily everyone had their seatbelts on, huh?" She began to cry again, and Edward continued to soothe her.

A single tear cascaded down my cheek as I realized something. This wasn't a coincidence—none of it was. None at all. My mom came to visit us for a reason. She warned me, and I didn't listen. I found out I was pregnant on the day of my thirteenth anniversary for a reason. Jacob got in an accident on the day he just happened to have my kids –which also happened to be my thirteenth anniversary—for a reason.

This was serious, and there was no more pretending.

My tears came down my face freely now.

"Oh my god, Bella!" Nessie cried. "Edward, I'm fine now; go comfort your wife." His arms were around me in an instant. He took my head in his hands and forced me to look at him. I could tell he had been crying as well.

"Oh, Edward," I sighed out, my lip trembling.

"Shh, shh." He put a finger on my lips. "Bella, it will all be all right, do you hear me?"

"No, it won't!" I cried. "Th—" He silenced me by pressing his lips to mine roughly.

"Everything's going to be all right, and nothing bad will happen." His eyes smoldered at me, hypnotizing me.

I nodded slightly. He tried to smile –but it looked more like a grimace—and let go of me, pulling away just slightly enough for me to regain consciousness.

A nurse came in then, going over to check on my kids first, and then Paige, and lastly Jacob's heart monitors and charts. I looked over at my brother for the first time, and instantly regretted it. He was in the worst condition of all of them—his face was covered in deep, deep gashes. A thick line of blood oozed from his mouth and down his chin. It was almost black—it was obviously dry blood. There was a blackish bruise all around his eye. He was battered and bruised and blood covered nearly every inch if his body.

"Will they be all right?" I asked in a quiet, broken, disheartened voice.

The nurse didn't look at me when she replied in a dull voice, "Yeah, the kids are fine, but the man's in a coma." She said it with no sorrow whatsoever.

The news hit me like a wrecking ball, a ton of bricks.

My brother, the one person who knew the real me ever since we were kids, the one who stuck with me through thick and thin, was in a coma.

A coma.

If you were in a coma, you could die. If you were in a coma long enough, they could pull the plug on your lifeline. If you're in a coma, there's no telling what could happen to you. You could never wake up.

No. No. No…

I vaguely heard Edward murmur, "How long until the children can go home?"

"I'll give it three days tops, and they'll be out."

Three days. Three days… that's not too long… and I'd come visit them every day. I'd visit all of them…

"Thank you," said Edward. The nurse nodded, and ducked out of the room.

"Coma…" I moaned. "NO!"

Edward wrapped his arms around me once again and I continued to lose it.

"NO! HE CAN'T BE! HE HAS TO WAKE UP!"

"Bella! Calm down! He'll be fine! Stop being so negative!" And he was right—not even his wife was freaking out as much.

"D-did you already know?" I asked her. She nodded. That's why—she had already had her meltdown. I instantly felt bad and selfish. She didn't have her husband to help her, and I did. I'd share, I decided. I untangled myself from Edward and stood up. I tugged on his arm and he got up as well, and together we went over to Ness and gave each other a group hug. Normally I would only condone this childish behavior with my kids, but Nessie needed it more than anything.

"Thanks, guys," she said once we pulled away. "You guys are the best in-laws a girl could have." She smiled weakly, and I returned it as well as I could.

We'd get through this, I decided. We would.

Someone groaned from across the way. We all turned our heads toward the sound to see Carlie rustling in her bed. I smiled—she was coming through!

"Mommy?" she mumbled. I tore myself away from them and went over to her, letting my hand ghost over her face as before.

"Yes baby, Mommy's right here, right here," I cooed. She smiled.

"Mommy." And then snuggled back into sleep. "I love you, Mommy and Daddy."

My bottom lip trembled as I smiled slightly, unintentionally. "I love you too, baby girl."

Edward came behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me to him.

"She'll be all right, hon," he whispered, and I knew he was right; she'd be fine. I nodded and buried my face into his chest.

"What's with the rubbing?" Ness asked, motioning to Edward's hand, which rested at my tummy. I glanced down at it, realizing that he was caressing it in slow circles.

I frowned. "I'm pregnant," I said indifferently.

"Oh, my god…" she whispered. "Well, just the perfect time to get crushed by a semi-truck, isn't it?" She put her head in her hands.

I put Edward's hands at his sides and went over to her.

"You didn't get crushed by it," I soothed, "that truck of yours couldn't be taken out by a tank."

She smiled weakly. "You're right; it could have been a lot worse if we had been in a sports car or something."

"Exactly."

"So, how long have you known?" she asked.

I scowled, angry that the subject turned back to the baby.

"This morning."

"Wow."

"Yeah. But enough of that."

"I'm uh, I'm just going to go get something from the cafeteria," Edward mumbled. Whenever someone started talking about babies, he was out of there.

"Sure."

"Bye."

"Bye," Ness and I said at the same time. We smiled weakly at each other.

"Congratulations," she mumbled.

"Yeah, whatever." I waved my hand dismissively.

"What's up with you?" she asked. "Normally when you're pregnant, you and Edward can't shut up about it."

"Well, a lot has been happening…" I said.

"Other than this," I added quietly.

"Like what?"

"Well…" I shook my head. "Never mind, you don't need to worry about it as well."

"Tell me!"

"It's nothing, I—"

"Bella," she said, cutting me off. "It sounds important, so it must be important. Tell me, please."

"No."

"Pl—"

"I'm sorry, girls, but visiting time has ended. Miss Cullen, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I nodded, and stood up. I smiled as nicely as I could to the nurse who had just saved me, and looked back at Ness. "Bye," I said, and ducked out of the room.

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