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[part two]

BPOV

"Don't be concerned, but he's been in an accident."

My heart stopped in my chest. "How bad is it?"

"I don't know yet."

"What happened?"

"We met for breakfast, and as he was pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road, a semi veered out of control and over into Edward's lane and hit the driver's side of the Volvo. They're loading him into the ambulance now. I'll call you back when I know something new, okay?"

That wasn't good enough. I need to know something NOW. Where was he? How bad? Will he live?

"Where are they taking him?"

Emmett named the hospital and I recognize it from where my family and I had always gone. After he was finished, I said, "I'll leave in five minutes. I'll meet you at the hospital."

"That isn't necess—" Emmet started to say, but I cut him off by hanging up. If Edward was injured, even a tiny cut, I wanted to be with him. I didn't have any extra time to be arguing with Emmett.

Half an hour later, I walked into the crowded waiting room. Emmett was hard to miss, he was leaning against the wall.

"How is he?" I demanded, out of breath.

"No word yet. I tried calling our family, only Rosalie answered, but knowing her, she'll track down everyone and tell them. It was good for you to come."

I didn't answer, and he pointed to two empty seats in the corner. We can sit over there, if you like."

"Sure. Thanks for calling."I said. "I told Angela about the accident, so the Redwood staff will be ready to help."

The few times I've seen Emmett, I always made the assumption that he was care-free, and always happy, but waiting with him, his face was contorted with worry and concern.

"I can't stop thinking about his other accident and what that did to him. He had always been handsome, a pretty boy, and the whole family, and Tanya, were with him when he was taking off his bandages and looking into the mirror. Now, our family isn't a crying family, and most of us haven't cried much since, but we all bawled like little babies when we saw happened to his face. He didn't shed one tear."

Gathering my courage, I spoke up. "I'd like to know about his accident. He's never mentioned his disfigurement to me, and I don't want to remind him."

"Edward had taken up hunting when he was a little boy. He'd grown up doing it, so as you can imagine, he was very skilled. One day, he was out hunting with Jasper, Carlisle and I, and he spotted a mountain lion. That's Edward's favorite animal to hunt. Anyways, he chased it for a few miles, and we ran after him. All of the sudden, it turned at him and charged. One shot would have killed that sucker, but for some reason, his gun stalled. It wouldn't fire, so the mountain lion attacked Edward. The lion got his shoulder pretty bad to, but it's covered up most of the time. Edward's face was in shreds by the time we caught up, Edward's always been a fast runner, and we had to shoot the lion. Edward barely made it to the hospital alive, he was bleeding so badly."

I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to cry, I felt so sorry. Emmett took out a picture from his wallet. "This is a picture of Edward and I when we were in high school. After the accident, Edward got rid of all of the pictures, and would be furious if he knew I still carried this on around with me."

This was the first close up picture I had seen of Edward, all the other ones were I little distance away, and even in those he was handsome. But, now that I could see what he looked like up close, those other pictures seemed obsolete. A big change was obviously his appearance, but the biggest change of all was his expression. He had a look of pride, serenity, optimism, total happiness—traits I haven't seen in Edward. I shuddered, then gave the picture back to Emmett.

"What a shame!" I said.

"Edward simply refused to have plastic surgery. He said people needed to take him as he was, but he's become a recluse. He used to be so outgoing and wanted to try new thing, he loved sports, he loved socializing, and his favorite thing was to play his piano. He doesn't do anything that he used to, not even play his piano. Last week was the first time he's been out in the evening with me, he's sure as hell changed a lot lately." Emmett added pointedly.

I was spared the reply as a doctor came out into the waiting room.

"Edward Cullen's relatives?" she said, scanning the room. Emmett stood up and was spotted immediately.

"Here."

The doctor walked to us, but I remained seated and my hands were in a death grip on the arms of the chair.

"His injuries aren't extensive," she said, and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. "He had a hard blow to the head, but it's not a concussion. No doubt he'll have a big headache and painful muscles. He can go home tonight. As long as someone is able to monitor him for the next twelve hours. If he sleeps, he must be woken up every two hours. You can see him now, if you like."

"Maybe I should stay out here." I said to Emmett fearing that I over reacted by rushing to the hospital.

"You may be the medicine he needs." Emmett objected. "You can drive him home when he's ready. I'll need to tend to the damage on his Volvo and call his insurance company."

With that being the reason for being there, I didn't hesitate, and followed Emmett into a large room separated into small cubicles with nothing more than a curtain. Inside one cubicle, in the front right corner, Edward lay in a bed. His eyes were closed and the right side of his face was a white as the sheets, vividly contrasting to the scarred left cheek.

Emmett laid his hand on Edward shoulder and spoke. "Hey, Eddie, you can't sleep in the middle of the day.

"I'm not asleep," Edward growled lowly. "My head is hurting, and the pain dulls when I close them."

"I'd open them, if I were you." Emmett said, smirking.

Edward cracked one eye open, and peeked around the room, until his eyes rested on me. Then, he opened them all of the way, smiled widely, and held his hand out for me to take, which I did smiling and squeezed his fingers gently.

(I think that part is SO SO sweet! Don't you? 3)

"The doctor says you can leave soon. I came to take you home."

Edward squeezed my fingers back, while saying to Emmett, "Why did you have to bother her? I would have been fine."

Emmett laughed. "You're a hard man to please, you know that? I thought you'd be happy to have such a beautiful woman like Bella to hold your hand. I know I would." I'm guessing he was thinking of his wife, Rosalie. I hope so.

Emmett pulled a chair closer to the bed for me. "Since Bella is here, I'm going to go check on the accident and assess the damage. Now you kids behave. Don't act out any fantasies you might have." He said, winking.

Edward picked up a pillow and threw it, hitting Emmett in the head. "Just leave Emmett, and please, keep your perverted ideas to yourself."

You could tell that they were siblings and had grown up together, that was definitely evident.

"Was there much damage?" Edward asked, settling back into the bed.

Emmett nodded, "There was a lot to your Volvo—but not much to the semi."

Edward grimaced, he loved his Volvo. "I don't remember what happened."

"The truck driver was drunk and to make matters worse, he hit something sharp on the road, and his tire blew, so he careened into your lane. He hit the driver's side at 65 miles per hour, it's a miracle nothing to serious happened to you. I don't think it'll be brought to court, but I'll check it out anyway."

Edward smiled again. "Thanks, Emmett. You're a good brother-in-law and friend. Even if you annoy me sometimes."

Emmett left us alone with a dismissive wave. I was still holding Edward's hand, "Thank God you weren't hurt badly."

He closed his eyes, and I almost thought he was asleep until he spoke. "They gave me medicine, and I'm getting a little woozy." He slurred his words a little bit, and I had to stop myself from giggling.

"They said it's alright for you to sleep. I'll be here if you need anything."

He didn't make a sound.

EPOV(short)

Was getting into an accident worth to find out how much she was concerned about me or how much I cared for her? I can't remember a time when I was more relaxed and content. Was it just the medication or Bella's hand in mine that helped me?

:D THERE YA GO!!!!!!
SEE?

Eddie didn't die!

Edward: That's NOT MY NAME!
Me: Go back into my basement like I told you!!!!

Edward: -grumbles-

Me: what was that?

Edward: nothing.

Me: that's what I thought.

XD Okay, so I'm thinking about writing another story(as soon as I finish this and the other two XD)

The main focus will be based off of this quote:

'Sometimes, the one we are meant to be with is right in front of us.'

I have to put it up here so I don't forget XD

Til next time

Fatal