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Edward's POV

Bella.

The woman ran up to her and flung her arms around her neck, sobbing.

What was Bella doing in New York?

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry Bella...I'm so-"

"What is it Abi? Why are you apologising? What's wrong?" My world stopped the moment I heard my angle speak. Her voice was exactly the same.

The woman, Abi I think, dragged my love outside and put her hands on her shoulders. In Abi's mind, I saw Bella and what I saw took my breath away.

She was taller, about 5'8". She has lost all childish roundness around her face; her cheek bones were more defined and her huge chocolate brown eyes that I had been seeing in my head for seven years were framed with thick lashes. Her lips still looked soft and warm, just as I remembered them. Her hair was longer now, the waves cascading down to mid back. Her curves were also more defined, greatly so, and the skirt she was wearing made her legs look amazing. I could tell by the way her clothes hugged her figure that she was physically fitter than she was when she was 17. The only thing missing was the delicate rose blush that often stained her cheeks.

It was then that I took a closer look at her face. Her skin had lost all colour, and her eyes screamed worry and concern. I snapped out of my musings, and took notice of what was happening. The woman, Abi, was telling Bella about the crash. She was speaking of fires and airplanes, but her mind was full of a tall, dark haired man. Her thoughts were not romantic, but contained a fondness that one would associate with a close friend. There was also an underlying theme of loss, hurt and sympathy. From what I could tell, the man, Dimitri was his name, was dead.

Abi told Bella this, and the way she reacted confused me. A lot. She froze. Her whole body locked in place, and the pain in her eyes was horrendous. Minutes passed, and then she started shaking her head, tears running down her face, backing away from the woman. She kept backing up until she reached a wall and slid down to her knees. The sobs that wracked her body were excruciating and I wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in the safety of my arms and assure her that she would never be hurt again.

She had stopped breathing and she started falling forward; it took me longer than it should have to realise that she was fainting. I ran forward, barely maintaining human speed and caught her just before she hit the hard ground.

Having her in my arms, after all this time, just felt so right. Her warm body fit exactly into my arms. Her scent was just as potent as I remembered, causing venom to start pooling in my mouth. I pushed my inner monster away, and focused on giving her a check over. She smelt faintly of smoke and ash, but I assumed that it was from the environment outside; she had no visible marks of smoke or fire on her. She had not external injuries, for which I was thankful; my control wouldn't stand against the smell of her blood flowing freely from her veins, warm and wet, just waiting to be-

No. Focus. I mentally chastised myself. She had walked from the building, and she held herself as if she was physically fine, so I assumed she was. The only thing I noticed was that she smelt a bit...off. Different. Not bad different, but different all the same. She was still unconscious and I wanted to get Carlisle's opinion on her before she got a clean bill of health. I picked her up and took her towards a nearby ambulance; I knew somebody else would need it more than she would, but I couldn't get her to the hospital any other way without attracting unwanted attention to myself.

We made it to the hospital in record time. The police had cleared the streets of all traffic, and the sirens gave me a perfect opportunity to drive as fast as I could.

I declined a stretcher when we arrived; I was in such a rush to get her inside, and I wasn't quite finished holding her close yet. I took her to an empty room, and went looking for Carlisle. Luckily, I didn't have to look far, and I hurried my adoptive father into the room, explaining everything on the way.

Carlisle gave her the all clear, but warned me that he had other patients to look after.

"Dr. Olsen will look after her until she wakes." And with that, he left.

I sighed, and decided to take my place in the corner of the room. I was not directly in her line of sight, but I could watch over her, and see anyone who walked into the room.

So, there I stood. Watching over the girl - no, woman - I loved, re-memorising every line of her perfect face, breathing in her irresistible scent, waiting for her to wake up.

Bella's POV

God my head hurt.

My eyes were still closed, but I could see light shining through my eyelids. I was lying down - on a bed I think - but it wasn't particularly comfortable. I opened my eyes and was met with a horrible glaring light. I squinted until I was used to the intensity of the bulb.

I sat up, looked at the white walls, white bedding, white everything and realised I was in a hospital. Great. But why was I here? The only part of me that hurt was my head, and my head always aches after I faint-

I passed out.

Why?

That's right, Abi was telling me about the plane crash.

Oh God.

Dimitri.

Gone.

The pain that ripped through me was excruciating and I clutched my knees in an attempt to dull the ache.

I sat there like that for what seemed like hours, until I heard a soft knocking at the door.

"Come in." I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. The door opened and in walked a male doctor, about 50.

"I am Doctor Olsen" he began, looking at his notes."So, Miss Swan? Isabella Swan? It says here that you were-"

"Belikov." I corrected, my voice just louder than a whisper."Mrs Isabella Belikov." The name was all I had left, proof that I was still tied to Dimitri, even if his body was no longer on Earth.

"Oh, I do apologise Mrs Belikov, there seems to be an error in your notes. You were bought in here after fainting in the street, am I right?"

"I-I don't know. I don't ... I can't..."

"Hush now, it's quite alright. It says here that a passing paramedic saw you and was unsure of what caused your unconsciousness. You were examined by another doctor, let me see a minute, which doctor..."

"Please, it doesn't really matter. I just want to go, please."

"Humm, well, I'd like to keep you at the hospital under observation for a few more hours, but I'm sure you want to go and see your husband. He's in room 57. If you wish to go and see him now, I have no qualm with that." He said, a warm smile on his face.

Wait a minute, what did he say? "I'm sorry, doctor, but what did you say about my husband?" my heart beat was racing, and I had to struggle to hear him correctly.

"Oh, do excuse me. A Mr Dimitri Belikov was bought in a few hours ago, and I assume you were married to him, seeing as you do have the same surname and all..."

What?

Dimitri was in this hospital?

Dimitri was alive?

"Doctor, my...my husband...are you saying Dimitri is here?"

"Yes, I am his doctor. I recognised his surname you see. Very unusual, Russian I think. I've been to Russia once, beautiful place. Lots of-"

"He's here? Alive?" I interrupted.

"Why, of course. He's in room 57, ICU. Would you like me to take you there? I know how confusing this hospital is. I myself have gotten lost a few times."

I jumped off the bed as soon as he asked to escort me. "Please." Was all I said and I followed him out the room.

It seemed to take an age to reach the Intensive Care Unit, but at last he led me to room 57. He paused for a moment outside.

"Now, I have to warm you, before you go in there, he has suffered severe injuries. All the bones in his left hand and forearm are broken, he has dislocated his left shoulder and his left ankle has been sprained. Six of his ribs have been fractured, all on his left side, and one of them has punctured his left lung. He has second degree burns on his shoulders, legs, arms and his face. He has also been treated for smoke inhalation."

Oh god.

"Will...will he-" The works stuck in my throat. "Is he going to make it?" I whimpered, terrified of what the answer may be.

"I am quite confident in saying yes. The puncture in his lung has been fixed, and we are keeping him on oxygen to combat the smoke inhalation. The burns seem to be healing nicely, and we have strapped up his ribs, arm and ankle. As long as he continued the way he is, I'm sure you will have him home in a few weeks. Your husband is very lucky to be alive."

The relief that I felt was all consuming. "Oh, Doctor, I don't know what to say...thank you! I-"

"Nonsense, nonsense my dear lady. It's my job to help, and I am happy to do so. Now, go in and see him."

I nodded, and pushed my way through the wooden door, eager to see the love of my life, no matter what condition he was in.

I gasped at what I saw waiting for me.

Hehe! So...What happened to Edward? And what is waiting for Bella...

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