I woke up to a white, boring room. In front of me was a television set I did not recognize and a cheap piece of art. I adjusted my eyes more, and the room and sounds became clearer. I was in a hospital… sitting on the uncomfortable beds. I looked down to my hands, and what I saw at first shocked me. I looked at my fingers, palms, and wrists again- why are they purple?

What happened to me?

I looked around, and noticed a little button. I pressed it wanting to see what would happen, and no sooner later a doctor walked into the room.

"Good morning Bella." She said with her French accent.

"Hi,"

"How are you feeling?" She asked, flipping through her papers.

"Um, I don't really know." I paused, "I'm a little confused, shocked a little too."

Her eyebrow lifted. "I would have thought the shock wore off."

Now my eyebrow lifted. "What's your name?"

"I'm Diane," She smiled.

"Diane, why do you say the shock would have worn off?"

"Bella," She put her papers down, and walked towards me. "Don't you remember anything?"

"…No,"

She sighed, "…What happened was, you went out a couple nights ago and it was getting dark. You decided to stop by somewhere… I think you mentioned a bar. So, after you stayed at the bar, you decided to walk home. It was a very bad decision Bella because… well the streets aren't the best place to walk alone at nights."

I knew exactly what she meant.

Tears began burning at my eyes, and I tried to fight them back. I wouldn't let this get to me. I was strong.

I broke down.

I started sobbing right then and there. Diane looked at me sympathetically… well what I thought was sympathy; I couldn't tell with my blurry vision.

"I'm sorry Bella." She whispered, and placed something beside me. I could hear her feet shuffling out of the room to give me privacy.

I was thankful. I didn't want anyone seeing me like this. It was unpleasant, and completely out of control, and I was thankful Edward was not here to witness this.

Edward.

Has he found out? He probably has… I'm so stupid. I can't believe I'd let myself stay out so late. It was completely unnecessary, and inconsiderate of me. I've probably left Edward in misery the last past days. Hopefully he'd forgive me.

My tears began to die down, and I noticed the tissue box sitting next to me. I smiled, and took one of the tissues, wiping away my tears. Moments later I noticed a movement at the doorway.

Edward.

You would have thought I ran out of tears, but my tear ducks didn't fail me. My salty eye liquid spilled down my cheeks again, as he rushed to my side. He softly-but still with an immense ounce of passion- grabbed me into his arms. My face fell onto his chest; my tears staining his shirt. He didn't seem to mind though, because all he did was hold me. He held me tight in is grasp, as if any ounce of movement would cause us to break apart forever. Forever is more than eternity without Edward by my side. So I held onto him just until the sun had already set, and what was a sunny cloudless day, was now a dark moonlight night.

My hands stroked the bronze hair of my Edward, as he lied sleeping on my bed. His eyes shut peacefully, as he dreamed the night away. I traced circles along his pale skin, watching the Goosebumps form from my cold fingers. I smiled as I watched his breathing, and I let out a yawn.

The bed hadn't left much room for Edward and me to sleep in, but we would have to make due. I adjusted myself comfortably (well whatever comfort I was going to even get) beside Edward, and before I let me eyes close I placed one small soft kiss on the top of his lips.