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Chapter 13

Bella

My heart was beating uncontrollably and no one in the office took their eyes off of me. I turned to Lauren who was staring at me, her eyes wide and eager.

"Bella? What's wrong?" she asked acting like she cared but probably just looking for some gossip.

"Just tell Mr. Johnson I had to go."

"What?"

"Tell him!" I shouted. I grabbed my coat and made my way to the door. As I walked by I caught the end of a conversation.

"… he saw this massive house fire down…"

I stopped in my tracks.

"Did you say something about a fire?" I asked the two girls who were sitting at the window, one was carefully applying lip gloss and the other was looking in a compact mirror.

"Yes at the end of East Street. My friend just saw it. Why?"

I didn't answer their question but instead raced out the door towards the elevator. I pressed the down arrow repeatedly, anxious for the lift to come up. It didn't.

Stupid crappy thing

I slammed my hands on the button again and heard a gruff voice behind me.

"It don't work," I looked round to see a little old man with a mop in his hand, "some wiring problems or something."

You've got to be kidding me

I sprinted towards the stairwell and threw myself down three flights of stairs swinging off the banisters. Once I came out into the street I jumped in front of the first taxi I saw. It screeched to a halt in front of me and I ran round the side and jumped in the back.

"Hey lady you trying to get yourself killed?" he looked irritated but his face softened when he recognised the distraught expression on my face.

"Just take me to the end of East Street."

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"Now!"

The taxi drive was the longest drive of my life. Thoughts kept flashing through my mind of my beautiful Edward burning in a raging fire. I could picture him screaming for help and desperate to get out.

By with no help coming.

I tried to squash those thoughts immediately and just prayed to God that Edward would be okay. My Edward.

By the time I arrived the building was just a black shrivelled mess. The flames had eaten away any signs of colour but had all been extinguished. Fire engines and ambulances were gathered near by and a crowd had now formed behind a police barrier. I chucked my money at the taxi driver telling him to wait in case I needed him again and jumped out of the car racing over to the first fireman I could find.

"Hi. Do you know someone called Edward Cullen?" I asked the man urgently who seemed to be quietly surveying the area.

He face went sombre immediately. Oh no. Please no.

"He's just been carted off to hospital. Are you are friend of his?" he asked kindly.

"Yes." A look of sympathy flashed across his face. "Do you know if he's okay?"

Please tell me he's okay.

"It's bad." I froze. "If I were you, I'd get myself to New York hospital pretty damn fast."

My heart felt like it had just exploded and I had the overwhelming urge to vomit.

I couldn't move my feet.

I couldn't move my head.

It felt like one of those horrible dreams when you really you have to move but you just can't. Like if you're about to get hit by a bus but you can't force yourself to move off the road.

I just looked forward blankly, willing my body to do something. Anything.

"Miss?" he questioned.

I was broken out of my trance and turned back to look at him, "yes. Thank you."

With that I turned round and ran back to the taxi stumbling as I went.

"New York hospital now," I ordered "get me there fast and I'll pay you double."

"Yes ma'am." He slammed on the breaks and I chanted silently to myself as he weaved around the traffic.

He'll be okay.

He'll be okay.

He'll be okay.

But I knew that might not be the case. Was this my punishment? I'd thought I could have it all and now I was being punished for being a greedy bitch. And Edward was paying for it. I fought back my tears throughout the journey.

As the car stormed into the hospital car park I frantically searched my purse for money only to find that I'd run out. I just couldn't take any more. Tears ran freely down my face and my vision became blurred as I continued to raid my bag for money.

"It's here somewhere." I was almost at breaking point.

"Miss?" the taxi driver said.

"I know I have some."

"Miss?"

"Just let me find it!" I screeched.

"Miss!" I stopped to look at him; his face was full of pity. "No charge. Now get going."

I silently thanked him and used my sleeve to rub the tears off my face. I ran to A and E and spotted Esme and Rosalie standing in the hallway.

"Is he okay?" I asked them desperately.

"We don't know." Esme was weeping clutching onto a sodden tissue.

"The doctors are running some tests," Rosalie continued, "he has no burns but they fear he may have brain damage." I could see the worry in her eyes. She obviously cared for Edward greatly.

"Oh God." I turned to my right and looked into the hospital room where Edward was hooked up to lots of wires and machines. He face was pale white. Not just his normal pale… but a deathly looking pale. He had smudges of dirt under his nose and dark purple circles under his eyes. A number of doctors, including Carlisle, were working speedily around him.

I couldn't look.

It was too heartbreaking.

"When will we know if he's going to be okay?" I croaked out.

"When the test results come through," Rosalie answered, "they don't know how long that will take but are being as quick as they can." She started pacing and walked off down the hall.

I nodded as the feeling of fear crept through my body. I had an awful sense of impending doom. Edward couldn't die. He just couldn't. The idea of him not existing was simply unimaginable. My breathing suddenly came in quick breaths and I began hyperventilating.

"Bella, shush, calm down," Esme cooed putting her arm around me, "just take deep breaths."

I did as she said.

Breath in.

Breath out.

"I-I-I need some w-w-water," I stuttered.

Esme gestured over to the water machine at the end of the hall where Rosalie was now standing getting herself a cup. I walked over to it and waited for her to finish.

"Are you okay?" I whispered. I had no reason to whisper but I couldn't help it. It may have been because I usually felt uncomfortable around Rosalie. But in this situation where we were in exactly the same boat, I forgot all that.

"Not really. You?" she paused, "sorry, silly question." She looked down at me sympathetically with a look of understanding on her face.

She knew how I was feeling.

I filled a small plastic cup with water but my hand was shaking violently so I spilled it everywhere.

"Here let me," Rosalie looked at me compassionately and took the cup out of my shaking hand placing it down on the side.

She froze.

All of a sudden her expression transformed from one of sympathy to one of rage. With eyes like a hawk she darted her vision down to my left hand.

"What is that on your finger?"

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