You know what I hate? When I type out a HUGE story, and save it, but because the 3 days remember me is up, I have to sign in again...so I lost it all :'( I tried to remember as much as I could of it, so it may seem a little like I rushed it, because I tried to remember it all. Sorry.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight I own plot.

Check out my other stories! Especially 'Where Life Can Take You' about Bella who is born to be a star, and she has to keep of fixing her broken heart. But who will be her final true love? Edward? Jake? Someone else? Contains a bit of drama, throughout ;)

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I ran as fast as I could through the wards until I found the section with Edward's room. I saw Carlisle outside and he looked up when he saw me running to him.

"Bella." He muttered as I rushed past him and inside. There, I saw, was the familiar emerald eyes I have loved for so long. He looked up at me, and I felt him recognise me immediately, opening his arms for me to jump on him. He looked amused as I struggled for words, so I just ended up giving him a kiss. He hesitantly reacted and I felt his lips move against mine, and then he pulled back.

"Good job I brushed my teeth this morning." He smirked, and hugged me closer, just as Emmett and Nessie barged inside, Em carrying his sister. Em shook his head at me, and I tucked my face into the crook of Edwards neck.

"Sorry we're late, Eddie, but your girlfriend failed to notice that we weren't behind her, because Nessie twisted her ankle!" Emmett exclaimed, and I groaned.

"Edwardd..." I whispered, and he patted me on the back.

"That's okay." Edward answered cheekily. "...Nessie, get that ankle sorted out." He then moved further into the bed so I could fit on the end with him, and he cuddled me even closer to him.

"Boy, you two are in love, aren't you?" Nessie shamelessly mentioned. I didn't turn to look at her, but I felt Edward shoot Nessie a look.

"Yeah we are." I mumbled, and Edward laughed, his chest rumbling under my skin.

"We most definitely are." Edward said back, unashamed.

"You'll have to tell me the whole story..." Nessie muttered, and Edward nodded.

"Another time." Edward answered calmly.

"So how are you doin'? what's being in a coma like?" Emmett boomed, Edward laughed.

"I'm good. Hearing is a little sensitive, so quieten down, Em. Head is banging like a headache, but I got my meds." Edward explained.

"And the coma...well, that was just the best part...all flowers and daisies and unicorns." He said sarcastically. "Really, it just felt like a long dream..." I felt my eyes start to dip closed, but I tried to force them open. A feeble attempt, I must say, since the next thing I opened my eyes to, was the fact that Emmett and Nessie had disappeared, and Edward's slow, even breaths were all that I could hear, besides the beeping. I let myself slip back into darkness once more, as my eyes felt heavy once again.

I woke in Edward's arms, and my head was lying on the pillow. I opened my eyes and stared at a pair of green ones. I smirked.

"Morning, love." Edward was the first to speak. I sat up, stretching.

"Morning!" I yawned. "Do you have any...toothpaste?" I raised my eyebrows in question. Edward nodded, grinning.

"Uhuh. In the bag." He pointed to a backpack on a spare chair, and I went to the bathroom to use his toothbrush and paste. Mint, yum. I came back to return the items, and saw Carlisle talking to Edward. They hadn't noticed me, so I waited outside, but couldn't help but hear the conversation.

"How can I tell her that I don't remember her? I remember...everyone...but her..." Edward shouted angrily. I froze. Who was he talking about? "You even had to tell me her NAME for crying out loud! What she looks like, how I met her...! I don't feel, anything! How can I love a stranger? She seems to know me, but I obviously can't recall a single moment that she's been in my life..." I hadn't realised, but my eyes started to pool with tears. Should I confront them, or should I wait and eavesdrop further?

Carlisle sighed. "You have to tell her sooner or later. You can't live a lie and hope that you remember again, or that you'll love her eventually. You need to set it straight with her. Don't tell any lies."

All I heard was silence.

"And...when did Nessie get back?"

"Just when you came back to school."

More silence.

"I...need to think it all through. You best go before Bella returns."

"Do you want me to tell her you fell asleep?" Carlisle interfered and Edward paused.

"...Yes. I need to figure out what to say..." I angrily dropped the toothpaste and toothbrush on the floor, and stormed out of the ward and ran out of the hospital doors, tears running down my face. He doesn't remember me. It was clear. How do I get home? I looked around. I had no money on me, the hospital was quite far away. Should I wait out here? Or walk it back? Luckily, I saw Em's jeep drive up again, and he smiled at me.

"Bella! Hows it goin'? Bella?" He smiled faltered and slipped from his lips. "Is it Edward? Is he okay?" I shook my head and ran into his arms. He tried to get me closer to the hospital, but I thumped on his chest.

"No. NO! Emmett, get in the car and take me home. Please." I begged, and he complied, not asking me anything when he took me back to my house, and I ran into Jazz's arms as he was the first one to appear from my house. He shushed me to calm me down, rubbing my back warmly.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Alice asked with a panic-stricken expression on her face as she came from behind Jazz. I couldn't speak as Em also hugged me. I shook my head, tears soaking Jazz's shirt. He doesn't remember me.

EMPOV

As Alice took over hugging Bella, she ushered her inside the house and left the door wide open. Jazz had a confused look on his face and I shook my head, pulling my phone out and dialling the hospital number.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I would like to speak with Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I'm his son."

"Hold on one moment." I was then transferred to one of those classical music shit. Curse you!

"Emmett?" I wondered for a moment how he knew who I was, then I remembered that Edward couldn't call him, could he.

"Is Edward okay? Is anything wrong?" I demanded.

"Er...no he is fine, why-? Hold on a sec." The line faded and then Carlisle returned. "Funny. I just found a toothbrush and paste on the floor. Why did you think Edward was not okay? Do you want to talk to him?" I heard Edward being called and Edward answered groggily.

"Emmett? What's wrong?"

"I would like to know why Bella is in fucking hysterics right now! What did you do?" I heard Edward sigh, and the sigh stopped short.

"Dad, what is that? Shit. I gave her those to use. She must have heard our conversation...Didn't you see her to tell her I 'went to bed'?" The voices were faint, as if he had the phone away from his head.

"Emmett. Is she okay?" Edward said in a panicked tone.

"No she isn't fucking okay! What is the matter with you?" I was shocked at Edward. What was going on?

"I have no recollection of Bella." Wait...What?

"W-what? Are you fucking kidding me?" He has got to be not serious. He can't be serious. Please tell me he's joking. Thye love each other for crying out loud!

"No. I can't remember anythign beyond the time when we booked the Turkey holiday together."

That was almost 2 years ago...why would it be then? Why not a shorter amount of memory loss?

I must have said it aloud, as Edward answered me. "Carlisle assumes that because Bella was APPARENTLY so big in my life before, my brain just knocked it out when I hit my head. I don't even remember Nessie returning home, or anything between that holiday and after. But it could have been worse. If I had lost all my memory. Starting from scratch again. That would suck." I felt as if I didn't know this Edward. An Edward that would care for his Bella. Thinking on the positive side of this screw up.

"This is bullshit Edward. You seemed liek you loved her before-"

"When Carlisle realised I had no memory of Bella, he asked me questions like...what comes to mind when you think of Bella, brown hair, eyes, Turkey...etc...and I put the jigsaw pieces together, and acted my way through it. But I don't remember. At all. How can I love a stranger? Of course she is stunning but there is no feeling attached. I don't love her."

"So you've fallen out of love with her? You acted your way out of it? You make me feel fucking sick." This caught Jazz's attention, and he looked at me with a mixture of shock, worry and panic.

"I think so..." Edward mumbled.

"Well I need you to get your fucking ass down here and sort this shit out. NOW!" I demanded loudly, and I heard Edward wince.

"Stop with the loud noises! And...I can't come. I'm not ready." He is talking shit. Is he crazy?

"Edward, you will NEVER be ready for something like THIS. You lied to her, made her feel like everything was sunshine and rainbows. You need to suck it up. MAN UP EDWARD! Get your ass down here!" The line went dead and I glared at the ground, willing to throw my phone at the hard pavement, so I shove it in Jazz's hands.

"What the hell is going on?" He complained.

"Well basically Edward forgot about ever knowing Bella and Bella may have overheard his and Dad's conversation about it, and he won't get his fucking ass down here to tell her fucking face to face." I gave Jazz an annoyed look as I crossed my arms, unfolded them, grabbed my phone, put it back in my pocket, and folded my arms again. Jazz rushed inside the house, and I followed him quickly. Bella was wailing in her bedroom loudly, and I winced. Alice was comforting her to the maximum. Alice glared at us and pointed outside to leave the room, and told Bella she'll be back in a second. She shut the door tightly behind her and gave us a weak shove.

"You get Edward to fucking get his butt down here to comfort his girlfriend! I don't give a fucking shit if he's in hospital! Bella needs him!" She looked mad.

"I don't think she does" I muttered and Alice glared at me.

"What?" I raised my hands in front of me as I explained the situation, and her face went all different kinds of shades of red. When it seemed she went back to her normal colour, she spoke.

"He doesn't remember me?" Of course. Bella was with Alice, so he won't remember her either. Jazz pulled her into a hug lovingly. I was gonna beat Edward to a pulp if he didn't come here to fix his mess.

"So...what are we to do?" Alice looked at Jazz pleadingly, begging for a answer. He rested his forehead against hers, and whispered to her.

"Well all we can do, is comfort Bella, what HE is meant to do." He pushed open the door, and we walked in to do Edward's responsibility. All through the night, we tried to help Bella cope, but she was in a dark place at the moment, so we tried to keep our distance conversation-wise. Away from Edward. We watched a movie of her choice, and we all expected Edward to do the Edward-thing, which was save Bella, want Bella, care for Bella. Jake came around at about 6pm with Nessie and they helped her recover. Bella's face was etched with agony every second of the day, and we tried to make her smile.

"I'm sorry, guys. I just...don't feel like smiling." Bella mumbled sleepily, and as she drifted off to sleep, we all looked at each other worriedly. Edward as sucked the soul out of her. She has no life in her anymore. Nessie seemed to forget about keeping Jake on his toes, as she cuddled close to him, watching Bella sleep.

"She must be hurting...so much..." Nessie whimpered, and her eyes started to water. "I can understand that." We all looked at Nessie as she blinked, releasing a tear. She shrugged.

"Just a guy I knew. He ditched me once he got what he wanted." Did this mean? My little sister was not a virgin? She looked at me, and my face must have turned red, as her expression turned to panic. "Uh no. Not that way. Another way." I relaxed into the chair, looking around. I suddenly felt as if something was missing.

"Hey. Where's my Rosie?" I wondered. I dialled her number.

"Emmy!"

"Rosie!" I whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you?"

"I've just come out of practice. We ran over time."

"Can you make it to Bella's?"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just come."

I had the pleasant hour of waiting for Rosie to come, then have to explain everything to her. She looked at Bella in disgust.

"How she can go through that. How Edward can do that to her. I feel sick." We all nodded our heads in agreement. I carried Bella to bed and Alice and Jazz slept in Alice's bed- not doing anything if you know what I mean, with Bella there, they would be uncomfortable. Ugh. And me and Rosie slept on the couch, and Jake and Nessie in the parents bedroom, since Charlie was gone for the weekend, and left Friday morning. And soon I was zonked out, in my happy place, where everything was back to normal. Too bad in reality it wasn't.

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