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I watched as they wheeled Mike's gurney out across the street into the middle school's courtyard, where the noisy helicopter was waiting. Rosalie held my hand while the wind whipped my hair around my face. I tugged the jacket around my swollen belly.

"They're taking forever," I said.

"They're just making sure he's loaded in right," she said.

"This is my husband," I said, shortly.

"I know, Bella," she said, softly. This demeanor was so unlike Rose. She was usually a force to be reckoned with, but at this moment, she was kind and quiet.

Angela and Alice were inside. Angela was sitting with Charlie and her father, while Alice was probably in there, too, although I wasn't for certain. I hadn't seen my father yet, as selfish as that was. I'd feel bad about it later.

I watched as they finally locked the helicopter doors and took off in the dark. I watched until it was gone from sight. "Come on, let's go see Charlie," Rosalie said.

I shoved her away. "I wish everybody would stop telling me what to do!" I yelled.

"Bella," Rosalie said. "That's just the exhaustion talking."

I realized how horribly I had just behaved. I burst into tears. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's OK," Rosalie said, taking my hand. "It's water under the bridge."

Inside, I went in to see Charlie. He was surrounded by Alice, Jasper, Angela, Jacob and Reverend Weber. He was pretty doped up, his eyes were dilated, so the lights were down. He had to be in pain.

"Hi, Dad," I said, guiltily.

"How are you doing, Bells?" Charlie asked.

I shook my head before bursting into hot, salty tears, again. The corners of my eyes were getting chapped by now. Angela hopped up and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry, Bells," Charlie said. "I was sitting in the passenger seat, I closed my eyes, and suddenly… I'm sorry."

"They life-flighted him to Seattle," Rosalie said.

"We can go in the morning," Jacob said.

"No, let's go right now," I said.

"Bella, are you sure?" Jacob asked.

"I'll go, too," Jasper said. "We'll take my car. There's more room in the back. Bella, you can try to get some rest back there."

"I'll take her home to get some things packed," Rosalie said.

I stretched out in the backseat of the car while Jacob and Jasper conversed in hushed tones, glancing back at me in the rearview mirrors. I fought sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw what I imagined the wreck to be like.

One car hit them, flipping the SUV in the middle of the road. Then, they were balancing precariously on the roof. Then, another car came along at 50 miles an hour, smashing into the driver's side, killing Dave, and injuring Mike so badly he was going to die. It would happen so quickly, I tried to open my eyes and clear my head, but the images displayed in front of my opened eyes.

No, Mike wasn't going to die, they would perform the surgery on him and we'd go through the rehabilitation, and I'd get him well again. He'd be just fine. I'd love him well again.

Jasper turned on some music to distract me, and I finally did fall asleep.

When I woke up, I was at home. On my couch.

"Wait!" I cried. "What the hell?" I sat up and looked for the small wall clock. It was almost ten o'clock! I threw the throw blanket off of me.

"Bella?" Alice was in the kitchen. She ran out to me. "Oh, Bella!" tears welled up in her eyes.

"Alice?" I asked. "Why am I not in Seattle?"

"Bella, he didn't make it," she whispered. "Edward got the call from the hospital in Seattle. He died on the table. I called Jasper and had him turn around and bring you home. Oh, Bella, I'm so sorry!"

"No!" I shrieked. "No! This can't be happening! No! There has to be a mistake! No no no no no! Alice! Alice!" I dissolved into hysterical tears on the living room floor with Alice, hysterical, high-pitched screams coming out of my mouth. I shrieked out every bad word I knew, but it didn't dull the pain searing through my insides. Sobbing, I laid down on the floor. I don't know how long I laid there, crying, but my whole world went dark. And that was all I could remember.