A/N: This is a dream Bella is having during the surgery and not actually a letter.
We were driving back from our date. It had been perfect, mostly because it was Edward. He had taken me out to a fancy restaurant the same night as a party Alice was trying to get us to go to. The whole purpose was to help me escape it. I noticed he had been fiddling with his pocket all night, and had even caught a glimpse of a little black box. If it was what I thought it was, Alice would freak. I smiled at the thought of calling Edward my husband.
"Did you have a good night?" Edward asked me. We were at a stoplight, with one other car on the street.
"I had fun. Much better than a party." I smiled as he leaned in to kiss me before the light turned green, and almost melted when he finally reached me. He pulled away quickly, so he could keep driving.
That was when I realized this was the nightmare. When it had actually happened, it was too fast for me to recognize what was going on, but looking back on it, even in the dream, I could clearly see everything that happened. As Edward pulled forward on the green light, I was looking past him at an oncoming car. He heard me screamed and looked over at me. Maybe he saw the headlights on my face, or maybe he just knew, but next I know he had unbuckled his seatbelt and thrown himself on top of me to protect me.
I was thrown from the car and knocked unconscious, waking up on the side of the road. The car was on fire, and an ambulance was already here. There were people attending to me, but I didn't care. I had one worry.
"Where's Edward?" I asked, over and over again. No one would answer, so I tried to get up. That was when they decided to strap me to a gurney and put me in the ambulance. When we got there, as soon as they unstrapped me, I took off running after the person that came in after me. Edward. I ran with him all the way to the emergency room, where the EMTs blocked me from getting in. They took me back to a bed where I could get checked out, and gave me his jacket.
"Ma'am, we found this in his hand and thought it was yours." One of them handed me the little black box from earlier. Sure enough, inside was a little diamond… and engagement ring.
After that I was in and out of consciousness. I heard shouts of crashing, then a rapid beeping that accompanied a bright light. Surgery. One minute they were in my chest, but the next it was my stomach. Why were they letting me stay awake? Wasn't I supposed to be drugged?
A long, continuous beep filled the room. I was seeing a girl on an operating table now. The doctors were walking away, not even bothering to sew her up. One said the time.
That girl was me.
