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Okay guys, i couldn't wait till sunday to post. too excited. so this is some trippy shit coming up ;) so don't freak out... :)

and as always, enjoy!

BPOV

I thought I was having a dream, but I couldn't be sure because it seemed so much like reality. The bad things was, it was a nightmare.

Or so I hoped. Because in my nightmare I was having an out-of-body experience. And it wasn't a good one.

Somehow, I was looking at my own lifeless body with a bird's-eye view noticing the pale blue tint to my skin. Or was I just imagining that?

The worst part was I was in a hospital, which I recognized to be the same one where I had gotten my cast at. I was lying in an emergency room bed with a hundred different things attached to me that all had red readings and were low. Not good.

And I was able to catch the last words the nurse said before she gave a sorrow filled look to Charlie who was standing, leaning against a wall, arms crossed, eyes red with recent activity.

She had said, "critical condition," which couldn't be good.

Then I looked around the rest of the room and when I caught sight of Edward, my heart skipped a beat. Literally. Because the heart monitor stopped for a second and both Charlie and Edward looked up, holding their breath, looking pretty scared. But then it resumed and they gained their previous positions, each in his own world trying to deal with whatever was causing them pain.

Then I realized the reality of the situation. All the disjoint thoughts came together in my head because I realized then, that Charlie and Edward were distraught over me because I was in critical condition.

And the last twelve hours came rushing back to me. I remember having taken a couple Vicadin, I wasn't really sure how many, and the numb feeling spread through my body. The pain had just drifted away as I lost consciousness, along with all rational thoughts, and I smiled, having all the heavy burdens lifted from my shoulders.

And the next conscious thought that went through my head was that someone was near me. I felt the shocking electricity and knew it had to be Edward. I wanted to get up and scream at him and just let out all my disappointment, and I also just wanted to hug him tightly, thankful he was here.

But my limbs were numb. I couldn't open my mouth to say anything, and I couldn't even open my eyelids. And I kinda started panicking, especially when I felt Edward's hand frantically slapping and cupping my face trying to get some reaction out of me.

In that moment, I realized I was dying. And that thought just made me fall over the edge once more. I was gone into a deep unconsciousness I wasn't sure I'd be able to get out of. Because, in that moment, I was drowning, and no one could save me.

The next thing I felt were three different shocks. Two were fairly close on my chest, I thinking aiming for my heart, but the third was significantly stronger than the others and started in my hand and sent a jolt through my whole body, suddenly making my brain more aware and instilling this random feeling of determination to live, to get through this.

The first two shocks I believed were a defibrillator's paddles trying to save me from the encroaching darkness. But that wasn't what saved me, it was the third shock that revived me.

The warm one, that spread through my system like a brush fire, leaving a mild tingling in its wake. Edward had saved me.

And although I was mad because of his relapse, I couldn't come to care in that moment because he had saved me. Again.

And I just wanted to jump off the bed, hug Edward with all I had, and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. Because with us, it always seemed that way.

EPOV

It was my dad lying in the hospital all over again. But he hadn't lasted this long, twelve fucking hours. He hadn't persevered, and he hadn't come through.

And I just fucking hoped that wasn't the case. Bella, lying in the bed, pale as fuck, and there was nothing I could do.

The doctors had said something like drug overdose when explaining how she had ended up unconscious but that didn't sound like Bella. Fuck, that sounded like me. And if it weren't for Bella, I would probably be in the same exact position right now because my problems had only been getting worse until I met her.

And Charlie was just so fucking torn he told me he had to leave and take a walk around. He hadn't said one word about why I had been in his daughter's room but by this time, he probably couldn't fucking care less.

And to prove that point, before he left the room, he said:

"Edward, I have no idea what you were doing in Bella's room but if you hadn't found her, she might not be here right now, so, thank you."

And with that, he just walked out of the room leaving me fucking speechless.

And I didn't know what compelled me to do it, but I just knew I had to in that moment because, I realized, no matter how fucking hard it was to think, that this may be my last chance.

If Bella was going to slip away from me, I wanted her to fucking know how I felt.

So I neared the bed, careful not to step on or interfere with any tubes going into Bella, and took her hand.

It was cold, but not as cold as earlier, and I just began rubbing circles with my thumb on the back of her hand.

And I hoped she could fucking hear me, wherever she was.

I leaned my head in really close, putting my lips to Bella's ear, and said:

"Bella, I've waited a long time to say this. And I wished it could be under better circumstances and that it wasn't here, in this place… but… I, I fucking love you Isabella Marie Swan. I love you, have loved you, and will love you for the rest of my life. And I can't tell you how much I fucking need you here, right now with me, so don't give up, alright? You fucking stick with me Bella. Because I'm not letting you go anywhere."

And with that, I brought my lips to her forehead, fucking pouring all my love for her through my lips onto her delicate skin.

BPOV

I had to wake up. Right now. Jesus fucking Christ! Why couldn't my body just listen to me and get the fuck up?

Edward had told me he loved me, and even though I was staring down at him from the air when he said it, I couldn't help feel the utter sincerity in every word. I needed to show him what that meant to me and I couldn't move.

What happened earlier, that didn't matter to me. We'd get through that shit one step at a time. Because nothing else mattered, nothing was more important than what existed right now between Edward and me.

Just wake up already! And I focused all my will power to just raise my hand, and to my astonishment, I think I got it to twitch. Only I would notice it from my high view but that meant I was gaining consciousness again, slowly.

And I was so impatient because I needed to jump into Edward's lap and pour all my love for him into a kiss or a gaze or something because my heart was swelling up and it was going to burst soon.

And Edward just stayed with me the whole time. He was missing school just to sit next to my still body and kept one hand on me at all times, afraid to let go, which pleased me quite a bit.

Charlie popped in and out, unable to bear seeing me so weak, and hopefully slowly began growing accustomed to the idea of Edward next to me at all times. Because there was no way I was ever going to let him go.

And Esme would pop in every once in a while to check up on me and ask Edward if he needed anything. She told him to go rest on one of the beds in the adjourning room but he vehemently refused to ever leave my side, declaring such thoughts as utterly absurd and impossible.

And slowly my high began to fade and I felt myself being lowered down, nearing my body, till I finally reentered it. Or that's what it felt like.

EPOV

It had been twenty-one long fucking hours. And I knew if Bella didn't snap out of it soon, things weren't going to be okay.

The whole time I just sat there, next to her, not moving one bit. I really had to fucking pee and my stomach would growl in protest once in a while but I refused to move.

And during that whole time, I talked to Bella. It may have been really silly because only God knows if she could hear me, but I told her stories from my childhood. Some fond memories that I never had shared with anyone and barely ever let myself thing about. Mostly because they involved Carlisle, but I needed Bella to know, I wanted Bella to know.

And after a while of story telling, my mind began to drift. Why was Bella even here anyway? Why had she taken too many pills or any in the first place? Had I done something to drive her to such extremes?

And I couldn't complete that thought because it brought too much fucking pain, like I was being stabbed. If Bella was here because of me, I would never forgive myself. That meant I was only harming her and needed to back the fuck off. And as much as I hated the sound of that, I knew it was the right thing to do if that was the case.

If Bella had almost died because of me, then it wasn't death stealing her, it was me. Had I sucked the life out of her like Carlisle fucking Cullen? I really hoped that wasn't the case. Because as much as I needed Bella for my own selfish reasons, I needed her to be happy and safe. Love kinda did that to you, it put that one person above all your own needs. And if I was unhealthy for Bella, I'd find the strength to leave, because I vowed to myself in that moment that I would never hurt Isabella Swan ever again.

Yeah.... so that was the chapter. Reviews are nice and hope you guys still don't hate me for last time. not so much a cliff this time ;)

Plus, the title is from the band Muse.... not mine either!