I hate to say this, but...I'm disappointed! Disappointed in my readers and reviews! Where did you guys go? I'd certainly hope its on vacation and you're going to review like mad men when you get back!

HOWEVER:

Dear JasperWhitlockHaleFan , if you are reading this, I love your name suggestion: Jordan Reece Cullen ( and I would do it if my sister wasn't named "Jordan", I'd just find it too weird :S). Plus your review made me laugh! Just because of hoping Jasper's okay and your unsigned in pen name... LOL EdwardCullen4eva1 you always review and it makes me smile; you always give such praise. HSBxoxo95 you just made me laugh!

But you all made me smile in one way or another, and I love you all for it!

BPOV

Forgetting, or so dealing with the fact that I didn't really like Edward at that moment, I jumped out of our bed and grabbed one of his gray sweaters off the floor and pulled it on. "What happened?" I demanded.

"I don't know. Dad left five minutes ago after a call from the hospital but he didn't tell us what was wrong," Edward said as he followed me into the bathroom. I bent down beside the toilet and thought of the grossest things my mind could come up with, as fast as I could. Sour milk, dead kittens, "Uh, what are you doing?" he asked cautiously.

"Trying to throw up," I said dismissively. "It'll save time in the future." After a few minutes, and nothing coming up and out, I got up from my knees and washed my hands before Edward nearly tugged me out of the bathroom. Down the stairs, I barely even saw any of the family before he tugged outside to the Volvo idling. At least he was prepared, I thought.

The drive was nearly silent while my head spun. This whole stress thing and lack of sleep wasn't working with my body, nor was the fight with Edward. I wanted comfort at a time like this, but arguing with Edward seemed so easy and the hormones were making me enjoy making him mad. So I didn't even attempt with conversation, being too focused on my brother.

What could have possibly happened? Was it a freak accident – like a wrong place, wrong time thing – or was it planned? But no matter what had happened to him, the only thing I cared about was if he would be okay. That was the only thing that mattered now.

Once the car was parked we both headed for the ER ward, Edward leading the way. The receptionist was quick to give out the room number and I was running to the elevator before Edward even had the chance to turn around.

The lift wasn't coming fast enough and as I went to turn for the stairs, Edward grabbed my shoulder with more force than necessary. "You need to calm down," he said quietly.

My mouth dropped. "Calm down? Calm down! Are you kidding me? My brother's in the hospital, I don't have time to calm down!" I pushed against him as the doors to the elevator slid open and I slipped in.

He followed, clearly not approving. "Just listen to me, Bella. Jasper is in the OR right now, we won't even be able to see him tonight."

"What happened?" I whispered, my voice cracking. Sense the fallout with my parents, I knew my brother and I weren't on the same page anymore, but at this point I really needed him. I wanted some kind of support from my blood family and it certainly wasn't coming from my mom; Dad was debatable, though I doubted I was ready to get back into that.

Edward opened his mouth but closed it before he said anything. Oh no. "Um, Bella, this is too much for you," he said hastily. "I'm worried of the stress this will put on you." I shook my head quickly. There was no way I was leaving without my brother. No way.

"Just tell me what happened!"

He exhaled reluctantly. "He was in a car accident, Bella, a hit-and-run. He's in surgery now and there's a chance..." I felt faint as I gripped on the railing for support. The elevator jerked to a stop at that moment almost sending me on my knees, but Edward was right there to hold upright. "There's a chance he could die or..."

The suspense was continuous and eating at me at a fast pace. "Or what, Edward? What's going to happen to my brother?"

"Memory loss."

I stared at him and yet I didn't see him either. His eyes looked dead, a feeling we were sharing, and slowly started leading me off the lift. My right foot tripped over my left before I just gave up and sunk down to the ground, moving against the wall. My heart twisted like God just reached through my skin and bones to grip the muscle and squeezed.

But I felt the pain in every vein and nerve. It hurt so much.

"So my own brother," I said quietly, voice thick with unshed tears, "my own flesh and blood isn't going to remember me? He's going to forget everything – he's going to forget Alice? An...and he's not going to know I'm pregnant. He's going to wake up and we're all going to expect him to know who we were. His best friend, his father, his mother, his girlfriend, his sister..."

"I know, baby," he murmured into my hair. I didn't feel comforted here, sitting on a hospital floor with Edward, because I wanted, needed, to know exactly what was going to happen to my brother. He had to live. There was no choice! Jasper had to live and remember his life. It would ruin everything, break our family apart when Jasper asks, "Who are you?" If not anyone else, it would break me.

I didn't rely on Jasper as much as I used to but I still needed him. He was the only piece of my real family I really had left; he couldn't just leave me!

Edward helped me up off the floor and took my hand down the hallway. I don't know if he was putting on the whole strong facade for myself or him, but I could feel how fake it was, the amount of stress he was putting into this seeming like a burden in my own eyes. Edward, just relax, its okay. Is it okay? Jasper, he could be on his death bed and no one was saying a single word about it. Where was my right to know? Where did it go?

Sure we'd grown apart slightly but I did want to believe that we were on the road to recovery.

Right?

Damn it, my mind thought. We will be on the road to recovery once he's finished his recovery. And if I ever meet the person that did this to my brother...

"Edward?" I asked, hopefulness edging into my voice. "Do they know who did this? Are they, like, put away or something?"

He shrugged, and tense muscles in his shoulders lead me to believe that he was reluctant to share this. "I have no idea, Bella." I nodded though it wasn't in understanding. Something bordering acceptance. "Relax," Edward whispered, laying his cheek on my head. "You need to relax, please Bella, I don't want to start fighting with you over something so stupid."

My eyebrows pulled together. "Fight? What are you talking about, Edward, we're not fighting," I replied quickly. We certainly could not fight at a time like this, our previous disagreement behind. "Yeah, we had a little fight before but it was nothing. We're not fighting. Not gonna."

Edward scratched the back of his head. "Which reminds me, I'm sorry about how harsh I was, but not sorry for what I said. 'Cause its true, Bella." He didn't elaborate and I knew it had to be for the sake of my emotions.

A tear fell over my cheek. "I guess, Edward, I...I want to believe that we can do this by ourselves. Like adults. You see all these adults with their families and they don't have lots and lots of help. I do want to be able to do this by myself. By ourselves."

Edward stopped us in a deserted lounge room, gently pushing me down into one of the chairs. I reluctant sat and the cushion brought back my fatigue, which I fought back. I had to know everything that was going on before I even considered sleeping.

"Look, maybe we should have this conversation later," Edward suggested lightly. "Its too deep for a hospital room." I nodded slowly, looking down at my lap. "What I meant when I said I didn't want us to fight was just that. We fight so easily now and I don't like it. Its feels...weird." He squirmed in the chair a little, shifting his eyes away in an uncomfortable gesture.

"I don't want to fight either," I mumbled, feeling pain from the words, "but it comes so easily now."

Edward grabbed my hand, leaning into me. I smiled sadly. "One day it'll get old," he said reassuringly, but I knew it was useless. We sat in silence for a few moments before he had to speak again. "Please relax, you are so tense."

His hand tightened in mine and the other trailed up and down my thigh. If anything it did excite me, not calm. We barely talked and every time I said something, it was always a question or two, mostly some he couldn't answer. It was quiet and the noise-less room was not something I could quite trill over. Too quiet. Deathly quiet.

My eyes literally started counting down minutes on the clock overhead. No one ever came by the room, save for a few nurses, but nothing about Jasper. Where are the rest of the Cullens anyway? Where is Carlisle? When my eyes started to grow heavy I knew it had to be time for some action, as I started to doubt we were in the right place.

"Edward, I can't keep sitting here," I told him, gently nudging him. I think he was on the verge of sleep. "I need to do something. Can we go to Carlisle's office or something?"

He rubbed his eyes, blinking rapidly. I smiled slightly. "Uh, yeah sure. I can sleep on the couch instead of this stupid chair."

And I'm going to leave it there. I am impressed that I updated, wrote quite a bit in the last hour; you all know my chapters are on the shorter side, so. 20 reviews, 339 reviews total, for new, longer update. Maybe a week for an update. With school, there's a chance I can only update on weekends.

For those you are reading Responsibilities, there will be an update tomorrow. WILL. No issues. If you aren't reading, then I suggest you do!

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