BPOV
I was sitting in my hospital bed, trying to accommodate the pillows since they were uncomfortable. Suddenly, there was a loud and constant knocking on the door. Confused, I stepped out of the bed, and opened the door. In came Alice, who fell at my feet. I picked her up, and saw that she was crying.
"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked her. She just kept sobbing harder against my shoulder; and I held her, not knowing what to do or what to say. So I just sat us down on the uncomfortable hospital couch, and let her weep. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but she seemed to have incessant tears. To my great relief, tears stopped flowing, but she was still sobbing uncontrollably. Once I figured she'd be able to speak, I lift her up a little bit.
"Alice, what is it?" I asked her again. She sniffled, but sat straight.
"I-I don't k-know i-if Edward will w-w-wake u-up…" she said sadly. I sighed sadly, reproaching myself for not realizing the problem yet.
"Alice, he has only been out for a 5 days. Give him some slack. I'm sure he is trying." I said quietly. She nodded, and giving me a hug, she walked out of the room.
I sighed, and walked slowly to my bed, hoping to get some rest. But as usual, no such luck. In came barging Emmett with a huge grin plastered in his face.
"Emmett, what did you do?" I asked carefully, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
"Look, the day you came here, I was attended by a nurse-bitch. She started to flirt with me shamelessly, and I got soo sick of her. So, my dear sister, today I decided to make a prank for her!" he finished triumphantly.
"Um, Emmett… what did you do?" I asked hesitantly. His smile only grew wider. Oh oh…
"Why Bella, I did nothing! I just, you know… brought Rosie with me today, and passed by the slutty nurse who again flirted with me." He said. Then he stopped, and his smile grew again. "Who would have said Rosalie could be so mean, bitchy, and slap so well?" he said innocently. My eyes grew wide, and I choked on the water I had been drinking.
"She- she did what?" I hissed. He tensed a little bit, but then smirked.
"She called her all sorts of names, and then said something among the lines of: Bloody bitch! And then she bitch-slapped her!" he finished happily. I sighed, and knew I had to give him a speech I had been giving him for years.
"Emmett; it is not right to lift a girl's hopes, or get your girlfriend into a fight which is a prank for you. Now, I want you to explain things to Rosalie, and say you're sorry…" I gave him my speech for the 100th time. Honest to God, that was not the first time he did something like it.
"But-"he began but I cut him off.
"No 'buts' young man. Now go to your room! Or girlfriend, in this case…" I said mockingly. He scowled but went away.
When he was gone, I laughed a bit at Emmett's playfulness, but composed myself quickly when I heard someone knocking the door.
"Come on in!" I said. And in came Charlie. He looked tired, probably for the slack of sleep. The hell he shouldn't have slept, with his daughter hospitalized. He hadn't even come to see me! I mean, I am his daughter! Not once did he come, he only called once, and it was for, like, 2 minutes!
"Hey, Bells." He said. I huffed and looked away. I heard him sigh, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder which I shook off. I didn't intend on being so mean. It's just that I was really mad and hurt. I could have died by now; and who said he would have cared?!
"Look, Bella, I'm sorry. There was just a lot of work in the department; there has been a lot of crime around here lately. I have been working 20 hours straight, and when I get home I need to sleep, or else I would fall asleep during my job," he said sadly. I turned my head and gave him a cold look.
"And you couldn't have called?! I was in a car accident, and you didn't even come once! For all you know I could have died, and you wouldn't have known because you were too buissy working!" I growled. Something flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth together, but still a dominant emotion was guilt.
"I found the guy who crashed against you," he said proudly. I laughed drily.
"What was his name?" I said mockingly.
"Alexander Lamont." He said, puffing out his chest a little bit. I laughed again without humor, and this time he looked confused.
"His name is Shawn Thomson," I said monotonously. He was obviously still confused.
"And how do you know that?" he said. I rolled my eyes, and sighed heavily.
"I know because that exact day he threatened me. Dad, there are many things that happened before; many which you will never know. And yes, Shawn is capable of doing all this" I signaled myself. "Plus, he moved. He causes trouble, and he moves out. It's happened before. He can kill someone, not feel bad, and move on. They never catch him. He always kills witnesses." I said. Charlie looked scared, I assumed for me, and leaned closer.
"How do you know all this, Bella?" he said. I looked him straight in the eye.
"Some things are better left unknown," I said seriously. He looked confused, but dropped the subject. We kept talking for a good half an hour. After some time, begging and apologizing, I forgave Charlie. He was human after all. So I left it at that, and some time later Charlie had gone home to sleep.
After my awful, disgusting lunch, I went to have a walk around the hospital. I avoided Edward's hospital room, since I knew I would start crying over Edward. So kept walking around the halls, and suddenly I got to a room. It was room number 458, and the door was opened. I peeked in, not knowing why, but I felt a strange pull to that specific room. I saw a woman leaning over an old man, she had brown, grayish hair. She was brushing the old man's hair away from his face, smiling slightly at the sight. Then, the worst thing happened. The heart's monitor started going faster and faster and faster; until it stopped. The woman just stood there, gazing at the man's face, with tears flowing from her eyes like a water fountain. When she looked up, she saw me staring, and gave me a watery smile, and then she beckoned me with her finger. I followed, and stopped beside the man's bed.
"I am so, so sorry for your loss," I said. She smiled at me, a grandmother kind of smile.
"Why would you be? My husband is much better in Heaven; away from the evil from this world, the destruction and sickness," she said in a warm voice. I gazed at her confused, and she looked again at her lover's face.
"When you love someone, you have to let them go. Sometimes it means breaking the relationship, and other times it means cutting their thread of life. My dear husband was already very sick, in a coma. Had been for 50 years…" she trailed off. I gaped at her.
"He's been in a coma for 50 years? And you were with him for all that time?" I asked amazed.
"Dear, let me tell you something. When you love someone a lot, you'd do anything for them. From taking a bullet; to waiting for them to wake up for 50 years. Imagine how awful it would have been for him, waking up one day, only to see I have left him for other man? He deserved better. I sat by his side for 50 years. Not one day did I complain, since, what good does it make? I only prayed to God, that if he wouldn't give him back to me; that he at least sent him to a better place. I prayed every single day. Finally my prayers were answered," she finished.
"Yes, but, that long? Did you not lose hope or something?" I asked her. She laughed, shortly, but she looked a little bit better.
"Lose hope? Dear, I hoped every day, for the past 50 years he would wake up. Yes, honey, that long I waited for my husband to wake up. I made my vouches, 'in sickness and health, and every day of forever' I vouched to love him. And let me tell you a secret: there is not one day I regret my decision of staying by his side. Would you not wait for the one you love, for 50 years?" she asked me with a smile. I pondered the thought. I realized I would walk trough fire and glass for Edward; and I would certainly wait for him to wake up as long as I lived.
"Yes, yes I would wait for him for 50 years and more…" I smiled kindly at her.
"I hope that everything turns out fine for you," she said. I smiled, and waved while walking away.
"I hope everything turns out fine for you too," I called over my shoulder. I smiled internally, happy from my talk with the old lady. She was right, I shouldn't lose hope. I'd wait a 100 years if necessary for Edward to wake up.
This time, when I passed by room 500, I heard a cry; from a baby. I paced back a little bit, only to catch a beautiful picture. It was a mother, smiling lovingly at her new baby; and the father staring adoringly at his wife. I saw his lips move, and I knew he said 'I love you, both' at his wife and child. I smiled unknowingly at the scene; and then I pictured Edward and me in that picture. I knew I wanted that with him; to get married to him and bare his perfect child. I sighed and kept walking away, staring at the empty hall.
I wanted to lock myself up, and cry over why every time I had something good in life, it was taken away. But I couldn't, I wouldn't. I had better count my blessings than all the things that go wrong. For instance, I passed by a waiting room; and I saw loads of families, coughing or moaning in pain. It broke my heart in two; how could God let this be? Let people die, let their families hurt so much over their lost life. I wanted to blame God; I wanted to blame someone. But I knew the only one who was to blame was Shawn. I was mad, and tears flowed absently down my cheek. I wiped them away angrily, and when I rounded the corner, I fell to the floor and broke into tears. Next thing I know, I'm being lifted from the floor, and carried over a shoulder.
When I turned my head I saw it was Emmett, who just made me clutch to him tighter. I hugged his neck, and rested my head on his shoulder.
Some minutes later, I'm being laid down on the hospital bed, Emmett next to me.
"What's wrong, Belly-Jelly?" he asked jokingly. He knew I hated the nickname, but this time it made me laugh.
"I-I have to keep reminding myself not to lose hope. Emmett, I feel dead inside. I feel even worse than when mom died," I said. We rarely talked about her, and it made us both sad.
"Bella, you know how my biological mother handed me down to your mother?" he asked. That was even weirder, because he never spoke of his biological mother, Margaret.
"Yeah, she died," I said, and he shook his head.
"It was all a lie. My mother is still pretty much alive, and walking on two feet. She lied, just because she didn't want me any longer," he said sadly. I gasped and gave him a big hug.
"Not want you?! That woman must have been mad, not to want you!" I said outraged, then something kicked in. "Wait, what do you mean she is alive?" I asked.
"Yeah, she still is. And how do I know? I got an e-mail some weeks ago, from her. She said she missed me, and that she wanted me back. I told her to never contact me again, that I didn't want anything to do with her," he said bitterly. I smiled sadly, and gave him another hug. Suddenly Alice came running in the room, and she almost crashed against the bed.
"Al, What's wrong?!" I asked her. She panted, and catching her breath after a while of trying, speaks.
"One… don't call me Al. Two… Edward… woke… up!" she yelled. My blood turned cold, and I thought for a second it was a joke, but then I reminded myself Alice doesn't do cruel jokes.
"He did?!" I yell back. She nods eagerly and sprints out of the room. I stare at the door, and look at Emmett.
"GO!" he yelled at me in a 'duh' voice. I nodded, scrambeled out of bed, and ran to Edward's room. I knocked, and walked in anyways.
When I look at Edward, his eyes are open, yet confused.
"Edward?" I asked him quietly. Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rose, Carlisle and Esme trail behind me. He looked at us confused, and in a quiet voice asked:
"Who are you all?"
My world stopped, and then everything turned black.
A/N: So... what do you think? If you didn't get it (which I am sure you did), Edward remembers NO ONE. Pretty please leave me a review, it makes everything much better!!!
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