Wow, last real chapter. I'm feeling sentimental. I don't own. Thanks Lucas McDrake.

Sunday was much like Saturday; we went to the hospital again, and sent Charlie and Jamie back to our place to get some sleep. Edward was confined to his room, so he was alone for a little while, until Rosalie came back with the men (no one exactly trusted the two alone…). Jazz and I went to visit Leah while Bella went with Renee to see Emmett.

The "Hey guys!" we received upon arrival to her room nearly knocked me off my feet. No one was in the room except Leah, sitting up in bed.

"Lee?" Jasper said, hesitant to go in any further.

"Yep! Weird huh?" she said, smiling. "I apparently was really out of it for a while, but this morning I woke up and I felt fine. The doctors figured I must have been in a state of post-traumatic amnesia or something like that."

"That's…great that you're better," I said, smiling. "So Sam finally decided to leave?"

"When I woke up this morning, I saw him asleep in the chair, so I threw a pillow at him and made him go home," she said proudly.

I laughed. "Yeah, someone's feeling better."

"So how's your brother? And how're things with Emmett? You get amnesia then suddenly you're far behind everyone else," she said, starting to ramble like Seth tended to. Maybe that was a family trait…

"Edward has a broken leg," I said, staring at a spot on the wall above her head. No more crying, no more crying, no more crying…

"What? How?" she asked.

"We were in a little accident Friday," Jasper said, placing a hand on the small of my back. "Ed got his leg crushed and Em got a little banged up."

A little banged up. Insert bitter laughter here. If he was 'a little banged up', my heart wouldn't feel like it was ripped out of my chest, run over with an eighteen wheeler, sewn back together by a blind monkey, frozen and thawed fifty million times, then put back in like nothing happened. Yeah, I'd thought about this. A lot.

Leah gave me a little smile. "Tell him I hope he feels better. I can attest to the fact that getting banged up makes you feel pretty awful."

"I'll do that," I said, keeping my eyes trained up. "I gotta go."

"Aw, okay, well I hope the guys get better," she said, smiling wider. Geez, that girl was way better.

I went down the hall off the waiting room, Jasper following closely. He sat down next to me when I collapsed against the wall, sinking to the floor. And when I started crying again, he wrapped his arms around me, letting me rest my head on his shoulder, murmuring little nothings to me, just being there.

"J-Jazz?" I asked after a while, hiccuping.

"Yeah?" he said, lacing his fingers together, holding me in a vice grip.

"Why can't anything be easy?" I said numbly in a near-monotone voice. Then I hiccuped again.

"I have no idea. I guess it's just a teenage thing. Nothing ever seems to work out between ages 13 and 19."

I hiccuped again, then giggled. I was sitting in a hall in the hospital, being consoled because my best friend/boyfriend was currently seriously injured, and I had the hiccups. Things were pretty funny when you were running on no real sleep.

"Alice?" Jasper asked, pulling away a little. "You okay?"

I laughed more, then hiccuped louder. "Nope!"

"Alice, seriously, is something wrong?" he asked, taking my shoulders.

I laughed harder. "We're in the hospital." Hiccup. "My boyfriend could possibly be dying." Hiccup. "And now I can't stop hiccuping!"

He stood and pulled me to my feet. "Okay, we're getting you real food, then you're going to go and sleep in your own bed."

I giggled and hiccuped as he pulled me along. We got to the waiting room and he asked Mom if we could get a ride home. She said she was glad to, then soon we were at my house. Jasper and I made lunch for everyone, then after I took a quick shower (two days unwashed, kinda nasty feeling), I was being pushed into my room. Jasper even tucked me in.

"Now sleep, I won't wake you up unless there's something big," he said.

"Okay, Jazz," I said, smiling, nestling into my sheets, comfortable for the first time since Emmett put me down on Rosalie's lap.

I fell into a deep sleep, no dreams, just good rest for once.

"Alice…" a far off voice called. "Alice."

I moaned in my sleep, turning my head away from the noise.

"Mary Alice?"

I immediately came to, eyes flying open. "This better be good," I growled up at Rosalie.

"Alice, Emmett got moved to a standard room! He's awake! C'mon, Jasper's helpin' Edward into real clothes and he has some crutches your daddy brought when he came to tell us!" she said, grabbing my shoulders.

I was out of bed before she could completely let go of me. Clothes, clothes, clothes… I had to find clothes! I ran to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt, then changed in the middle of my room, not caring that Rosalie was still standing there, rushing me. I slid into a pair of rain boots then was dragging Rosalie with me.

We were soon on the way to the hospital. I was in the cruiser with Charlie and Daddy, that being the quickest way there. It was the only time I'd ever known Charlie to speed. Jasper and Rose had stayed behind to help Edward into Vicky's van, which she'd taken Daddy home in to share the news.

The Swans were, of course, the first allowed to see him. I was left pacing in the waiting room, worrying my mother. I finally sat down, only for Bella to walk in, cheeks wet, smiling.

"He's asking for you," she said.

Suddenly, I felt like my legs were made of lead. "Really?"

"Well, he was actually demanding to know where you were and how you were, so I came for you."

I lifted myself up, then took the hand Bella offered to me. After passing Renee and Charlie in deep conversation with Daddy, she lead me to a small room, and laying on the bed was my Teddy Bear, smiling the second he saw me. He held a hand up, waving me over.

"You're okay," he said when I'd come to stand over him.

I let out a small chuckle. "I could say the same! You scared me so much!"

He reached for a hand, and I laced my fingers through his, smiling as tears began to fall down my face. "Alice, sweetheart…" He pulled me down as best he could. "I didn't mean to scare you."

I tried to stop the tears. I had to be strong for this broken boy. I pulled up a small plastic chair and observed him. He had wrappings on his arms, his neck leading into his gown, around his head, and that's just what was visible to me. I lifted a hand to push around some of his curls, revealing that some towards the back of his head had been shaved off.

He saw my face fall and laughed. "They had to stitch the cut where I hit the ground. It'll come back."

I started sobbing then, and I heard the able-bodied Swan twin take leave whilst Emmett pulled me to rest my forehead on his. I then realized he must have broken some ribs or his collar bone, since he couldn't hold me like he seemed to want to, and sobbed harder, moving and pressing my face into the pillow under his head. He kissed my ear and gingerly stroked the skin of my neck and my spine.

"I'm s-sorry," I said, lifting my head and looking at him. "I was so worried."

"I hate that I made you cry," he said, stroking my cheek. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "No…"

He gave me a small smile. "I've been in ICU for two days and that's the best you can do?"

I laughed and leaned down to kiss his lips, my lips moving unyieldingly against his for a moment, savoring the fact that I was once again connected to him in some way. "Better?"

He grinned my favorite grin. "Much. Now we have two days to make up for, Pixie Princess."

"Not until you tell me everything that happened. What all's injured?" I pressed, taking one of his hands in mine.

"Well, I had a gnarly cut on the back of my head," he said, nodding his head a little. "They had to cut away some of the hair to stitch it up. Then I had three broken ribs and my collar bone, too, but that's not so bad-"

"Emmett, when I last saw you, you were in a pool of your own blood and twisted unnaturally, it is 'so bad'," I argued.

"But I meant it's not as bad since there was no internal bleeding," he said gently but firmly. "That would have been really bad, but since it was just the side of the car it was not 'so bad'."

I shook my head. "You were so scared of losing me, then I nearly lose you, and you're acting like it's no big deal."

He laughed. "Hey, I didn't think of that! Maybe this is our 'bad luck' thing. How every couple has something unlucky happen, maybe this was it. It's better than some of the things that could happen."

I shook my head, appalled that he was taking this so lightly.

"You know, your head might fall off if you keep that up, Al," he said, smirking.

"You lunatic!" I said, laughing. "You're a raving lunatic! I think when that thing hit you it took out a few of your brain cells!"

He gave me the most heart-stopping smile.

"What?" I asked, pulling the hand I had to my cheek. He smiled wider. "What?"

"I love when you laugh," he said, cupping my cheek with his free hand. "It makes me feel less guilty."

I rolled my eyes. "Yet you have nothing to be guilty over." I let go of his hand. "Now what were you saying about making up for lost time?"

He wrapped his newly freed hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down.

I smiled. "We missed our two week anniversary."

"Then we really need to make up," he said, not wasting another second before fusing his mouth to mine.

We heard a shudder sound and a giggle and looked up. Rosalie was holding her cell phone, smirking. "You'll thank me one day. Now stop hogging, you'll have plenty of time for that after the rest of us get to see the patient."

I glared at her, then gave Emmett one last kiss as Rose, Jazz, and my brother invaded. I had never felt so light with relief.

A/N: Review please, epilogue next!