Oh, wow. I was comparing these reviews to my other story, and I was like, wow. You guys really rock for reviewing so much! And yeah, I suppose you guys are kinda pissed at me for leaving it with a cliffie, but it was one of those chapters DYING for a cliffhanger there! To answer your question, yes, it was Rosalie on the stretcher. And in this chapter you'll find out why. And just to warn you. This chapter will also end with a cliffie, mostly because I'm too exhausted to continue. And if I did, it would probably last over twenty pages to elaborate properly. So if you're not up for a cliffie, wait for the next update.

Tuesday

Code Blue

It felt like seconds. One second I was watching several people run towards the exit, hearing the squeal of sneakers on the floor, the next everything was black, and the third second I was suddenly aware of foreign smells around me. The smell of antiseptic and sterile paint touched my nose. I had a strange feeling that somebody was watching me.

I hesitated a few seconds before opening my eyes. It was harder to lift my eyelids that it should me, as if the muscles were weak. Everything swirled dizzily in and out before slowly coming into focus again.

I heard a few audibly relieved sighs. A familiar voice muttered, "Thank God." I had to struggle for a few seconds before recognition hit.

"Emmett?" I croaked, my voice a high-pitched whisper. "Alice…Jasper? What're you guys…" I closed my eyes a moment to clear the confusion swirling in my head. "What happened?"

Alice choked a little, her eyes red-rimmed and her nose a bright pink. She had obviously been crying her heart out. I felt a little stab of sadness in return. My emotions were always directly proportionate to the Cullens. "Esme had a heart attack!" she wailed.

The heart moniter attached to me skipped dangerously. I was hyperventilating.

"WHAT?!" I shrieked.

Emmett was frantic now, his eyes darting to the heart monitor, which was skipping around like nobody's business. "Shh, shh, Bella, calm down," he said, panicked, not even noticing when I flinched at his use of Bella. "Esme's going to be all right," he continued, though with a trace of doubt. "Carlisle's with her right now."

My heart slowly began to pound back to its normal beat, thudding out the rhythm gently. Jasper and Emmett sighed in obvious relief. "But…but why…how...why?" I spluttered. Esme? Cool, collected, sweet Esme getting a heart attack? How was that possible?

Emmett looked away, so Jasper answered me. I struggled to stay focused on his explanation. "Esme…read in the paper that her bank had folded. She had kept her life savings in that bank, which amounted to close to a million, so when it folded…it was quite a shock for her," he said, choking a bit at the end.

My heart, which had been thudding so steadily, began to climb.

"But it's okay, Bella! She's in perfect condition and she'll be fine!" Jasper added hastily. His words sounded more convincing than Emmett's.

But that couldn't be all. Surely it wouldn't wrap up so nicely just like that, without any loose ends to tie… "What about Rosalie?" I asked, swallowing a lump in my throat. "Will she be fine?"

Emmett's eyes darkened. "She's still unconscious," he said, his voice wavering. "But Carlisle says she'll probably be fine, it was just the shock from earlier."

Alice leaned over to peer at me. "Are you okay?" she sniffled, her beautiful voice choked with tears. I stared at her one long moment before throwing my arms around her neck and hugging her tightly. Tears were flowing unchecked down my cheeks down.

"Oh, Alice!" I wailed. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I didn't tell you! You know I would've if I honestly thought I could!"

Alice hesitated before clasping me closely. "Of course I forgive you Bella! I never held it against you in the first place! It was all Edward!"

We were both crying then, the salt tears running and mingling. I heard a small sniff before turning and seeing Emmett's suspiciously watery eyes. "Emmett!" I wailed, grabbing him and hugging him tightly. The tears started again then as Alice and Jasper hugged us both. It was one huge hugging, crying fest.

When we finally released each other, everyone was tearing. Even tough, nothing-can-faze-me, joker Emmett was crying. "Oh my God, Emmett, I missed you," I sniffed, wiping at my eyes and catching sight of the IV strapped to my hand but not, mysteriously, to my nose. I lifted my left hand to rip it off.

"Oh, no you don't," Emmett said, chuckling, catching my hand. "And I missed you too, Bella, honey. You have no idea," he added, hugging me again so tightly I felt my ribs would burst.

I smiled a tiny smile, which faded as I suddenly remembered Mike and Tyler and school…holy crow, what time was it?!

I craned my head to catch a glimpse of the white clock ticking away. Nine. I sighed a little sigh of relief. That wasn't too bad. I could still go back to school.

Emmett, always knowing me so well, cleared his throat. "Actually, Bells, it's, ah, nine in the morning..."

I nodded vigorously. "Yes! That's good! I can still go back to school!" I said, wondering why Emmett hadn't seen it yet.

Apparently, he had. He laughed loudly, as did Alice and Jasper. "Bells, it's Tuesday. You hit your head against the doorframe when you fainted, and it was bleeding pretty bad. Carlisle insisted on keeping you here to stitch it up but some stupid hospital regulation said that the patient had to be conscious to be stitched so he just bandaged it and hoped you would come to ASAP."

Jasper snickered. "I really pity the guy. He only just recovered from the shock of hearing about Esme when he finds out you fainted. He almost had a heart attack himself."

"Ah, that's just Carlisle," I said, smiling. The casual manner in which he referred to Esme's accident was reassuring. Surely he couldn't be so offhand if it was serious. I paused. "Surely you guys should be with Esme?" I demanded, panic rising in my throat. "What are you doing here? Get out! Shoo!"

Alice giggled. "Relax, Bellsie," she said, soundig extraordinarily like Emmett. She rolled her eyes. "Hospital regulations said that only three visitors are allowed per patient at any point of time," she said, the sarcasm oozing, "and Esme's surrounded by her Gardening Club friends. We already visited her earlier. She was getting sleepy anyway."

That didn't help any. "What about Rose? Shouldn't you be with her?" I directed my question to Emmett. Jasper laughed.

"Don't remind him," he teased, glancing at Emmett's thunderous expression. "Yesterday after we had visited you we went to see Rose and we found a huge gang of guys we had never seen before. Rose was terrified and Emmett was screaming bloody murder at them. Needless to say they ran out of there like rabbits."

I started laughing at the weird image of a bunch of hormonal teenage boys scampering out of the room with Emmett screaming after them. It was too funny. The best part was, the whole thing was probably very true. Emmett was fiercely protective of Rosalie.

"You'd think they would get the idea that I'm not going to let Rosie go by now," Emmett was growling. Alice laughed, poking his side.

"Of course they will," she giggled. "Once you stop teasing Rose so much they think she's your best friend instead of your girlfriend."

"Hey!" Emmett protested. "Rosie is my girlfriend. Bellsie here is my best friend."

"And what am I?" Jasper demanded.

Emmett took one look at him and started sniggering. Jasper whacked his head.

I didn't join in the light camaraderie. I was occupied. The memories of, well, yesterday morning was flooding back. I lifted one hand and gingerly felt the back of my head, which was wrapped in stiff gauze. I could feel the crusted dried blood inside and the wetness still trickling out. Rosalie had been on a stretcher…Esme had had an cardiac arrest…but what was that third thing?

"It must be double bad luck for the Cullens."

The heart monitor sped up again, thudding out the rhythm of my heart in short, staccato beeps. Emmett stopped making loud jokes to stare at me for a second before grabbing my shoulders. Alice stared at me wide-eyed. "Bella. Bella, relax. What's wrong? Relax, Bells!" Alice said frantically, almost hysterically. The heart monitor kept beeping quickly.

"David?" I managed to choke out between gasps for air. My lungs were burning. Emmett and Jasper took one look at each other before Jasper ran out of the room, presumably to fetch a doctor that could calm me down.

"He's okay, Bells! He's fine. He's just in the same ward as Esme right now. They had a pretty good discussion about us, if you must know," Emmett said quickly. The beeping slowed down.

"He's right, Bella," Alice agreed. "He's okay. He'll recover from the relapse in no-"

Jasper burst into the room, stumbling over his feet in his haste, his eyes wide and face pale. Behind him two doctors sprinted down the hall, their startlingly white coats flying out behind them. One of them was shrieking something muffled by the thick walls. An alarm above the door had gone off, the light flashing.

"Jasper? What's going on?" I asked quietly.

He looked at me, then at Alice and Emmett. "It's David. His heart stopped beating."

We froze. Then I ripped off the numerous wires connected to me, not caring what fluid they were pumping into my body, and flung open the door. I took off down the hall, Alice, Emmett and Jasper right behind me.

Please be okay, David, I prayed silently. For the Cullens. For Edward.