Woah, Edward is so hard to write for! I prefer Bella, so here she is :) thanks to TeamCharlisleWhitlock, You'reEverything, Aussie Girl That LUVS the USA and EternalIce for the reviews :)

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Bella's POV

I gasped at what I saw waiting for me.

The room was quite big for a hospital, with a bigger-than-single-smaller-than-double bed in the middle. The windows looked out onto Central Park, for which I was thankful - I didn't want to see the place where it happened.

Dimitri was lying on the bed, covered in gauze and dressing, wires and pipes coming out of his body everywhere, it seemed. His eyes were closed, and an oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose. He had burns on the left side of his face, cuts all over and a few bruises started developing on his forehead and cheeks. His left forearm was completely covered in plaster casts, and right had burns and cuts up and down.

As I stepped forward, I noticed that he was indeed shirtless, a phenomenon that usually makes me tremble with want. However, this time I was horrified. His lower chest was strapped up with bandages - broken ribs, I remembered - and he had a huge dressing down the left side of his chest - oh yes, his lung. Burns covered his shoulders and front of his chest. Shockingly purple bruises littered his pecks and biceps, and I assumed it was like that with the rest of his body.

I pulled a chair over to the right side of the bed, and sank into it. I carefully took his hand into my own, and let the tears come.

He looked so broken, so helpless lying there, on the hospital bed. I had never seen him like this. It was usually me with the injury, and him holding my hand, keeping my smiling, kissing away the pain. But my accidents were never as bad as this. As I got older, I had grown out of my clumsy stage, and I only fell over a few times every month. It was a lot for a normal woman of 24, but a lot less for me.

I thought back to the time when I had fallen down the stairs, just after we had moved into our house. I tripped over a can of paint the Dimitri had left lying around, and I fell and hit my head on the edge of the coffee table that was waiting for me to move it. It was purely a flesh wound, but it bled a lot, as cuts on the head usually do. Dimitri heard me fall and had rushed to help me. He grabbed a tea towel and drove me to the hospital, all the time apologising profusely. He held my hand as the doctor stitched me up, and treated me as if I were made of glass for the next few days, giving me breakfast in bed, doing all the shopping, cleaning and what not. He bought be bouquet after bouquet of flowers, and boxes and boxes of chocolates - of course, he ate most of them, but it's the thought that counts. He rented all my favourite movies, and snuggled up with me to watch them, both of us munching on popcorn on our new king sized bed, leaving all the unpacking, painting and other tedious jobs one has to do when moving for another day.

He did all that for me, just because I cut my head. What can I say, my husband is amazing.

He has been my rock, my lover and my best friend for so long. I resolved there and then that I would do anything and everything to help him get better.

The hours passed, and I spent every single minute watching my husband. Nurses came in a few times to check his vitals, and one told me what happened, but I assumed they were snowed under with all the casualties. His breathing was a bit shallow, but the steady rise and fall of his chest was reassuring. Every so often, he would move in his sleep a little bit - he always did fidget when sleeping - and I would rearrange his bed clothes and a machine of some sort. It was getting dark when his heart rate monitor sped up a bit, and his eyelids started to flutter. I squeezed his hand and brushed his hair out of his face. He squeezed back and opened his eyes a crack.

"Be-la" he croaked, trying to sit up.

"Sshhhh." I crooned, pushing him back down gently. "Don't sit up, you need to rest."

"Bella, wha-"

"Sshhhh" I soothed, stroking his hair. "Don't try and talk. Go back to sleep honey, you need to heal. You've been through the wars today, my love." I teased, placing a kiss on his forehead, avoiding the multitude of burns and cuts and bruises. I felt his body relax under my touch, and his eyes fluttered shut once more.

"What happened?" he managed to choke out.

"It was a terrorist attack. Al-Qaeda. They hijacked four planes. One crashed into the North Tower, one into the South. The Pentagon was hit, and the other plane went down in a field in Pennsylvania. In the North Tower, floors 99 to 93 were hit, and no one could get past the 87th. I thought...they said..."My voice broke, and Dimitri reached up with his good hands to wipe away the tears I didn't know were falling.

He rested his palm against my cheek, and I leant into it, his touch already calming me down. His thumb continued to caress my cheek bone as I told him the rest of the story - or what I knew, anyway.

"Abi kept me talking. I arrived at the building five minutes before it hit, but she was telling me about her new house and...I was on my way up when...when..." I was crying once again, and Dimitri removed his hand from my face. He moved the mask from his mouth and nose, and took my hand. He kissed it, and then pulled me down to his level. He stroked my face as he kissed away my tears, all the while muttering sweet nothings.

I hated feeling so weak, but I knew that keeping emotions locked up did no one any good. I carried on through the tears, and by the time I reached the part when Abi found me, I could no longer continue.

"Come here." He pulled me into an awkward one-armed hug, stroking my hair with his right hand. I carefully rested my head on his shoulder, avoiding all the cuts, bruises and burns.

"I...I thought you were dead." I whispered. "You said you were in your office, and when she...told me...about the floors...I thought" I couldn't carry on. I pressed my lips to an undamaged part of his neck. I then went on to find every unhurt piece of skin on his face and neck, and caressed them with kissed, just making sure he was here, safe, alive. I saved his lips till last, and he kissed me back with so much love, so much passion, that I thought I might start crying again. "I love you." I whispered, my lips still touching his.

"I love you too." He said, smiling when I kissed him once again.

I sat back and he pouted. He just looked so adorable, that I leaned forward and trapped his protruding bottom lip in mine, sucking on it, nibbling it and lapping at it. He groaned, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Now it was my turn to groan. His mouth was so hot, so wet, and the taste of him overwhelmed all my senses. Our tongues danced with each others' until we were breathless. I had to pull away, worrying about the smoke inhalation. His smile was dazzling, and I tapped my lips against his. I sat there, stroking the back of his hand and forearm for a few minutes, forming the questions I needed to ask.

"Honey," I began. "How...What...Why weren't you at the office? Don't...I didn't mean...I was just wondering-"

"Sshhh, don't worry, I know what you meant." He said with a sad smile on his face. "Mr Cassidy called me into his office just after I memo-d Abi to let you straight up. He...He gave me the promotion."

"Oh Dimitri!" I exclaimed. "That's wonderful! I mean, we hoped you would get it, but I didn't want to get our hopes up too high, just in case...Sorry. Carry on." All through my ramblings Dimitri had a small smile on his face. "What?" He was staring at me funny.

"God I love you." He said, grinning. I kissed him once, and then let him continue with his story. "I was on my way back up to my office when I heard a rumbling. I thought it was a bulldozer or something, but when I heard a crash and I pressed the emergency stop. I...I got out and...the ceiling collapsed, I think...then I passed out...then, then...I can't remember...I think my arm was trapped...then I went down the stairs...then...then it goes black...I can't...I ca-"

"It's ok." I soothed, stroking his hair and holding his hand.

"Why...Why were you coming to my office anyway? You said you had something to tell me..."

I gulped. I had hoped to hold off this conversation until he was better, but I couldn't not tell him, now he's asked me out right. "I'm not quite sure how to start...Ok. I've been feeling a little funny for the past few weeks, and I wasn't quite sure, but I had to check. Just after you'd left for work, I...I did a test and...I'm pregnant."

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