I'm sorry for the wait, but lately writing has been a struggle for me.

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(Rpov)

"What do we have?"

"25 year old female in a T-bone car accident. Lost consciousness at the scene, possible severe concussion, and multiple bone fractures and lacerations. "

"How long has she been out?"

"Apparently at impact."

"Is that Rosalie Hale?"

"Yep, a pap hit her car. Hard."

"Geez. Move her to the Trauma Wing Level I in a private room." I heard as I wind rushed over my face. I could feel the warm sun on my skin for a brief second before the blast of central air hit me. Where the hell am I?

"On three. One. Two. Three." Instantly I felt weightless. A groan left my mouth, as my sore body made contact with a soft surface.

"Mrs. Hale. Are you awake?" I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if they were sewn shut. My body was unresponsive as my brain sent signals to my limbs. I could hear several voices in the room talking about my blood work, MRIs, CT scans, and X-rays. It must be bad.

"My name is Dr. Keefer, we are going to do everything we can to get you better." His volume decreased as he spoke, but I could feel his warm breath by my ear. Am I going deaf, was the last thing I thought before darkness consumed me.

"Rose, Rose." I heard Alice's high pitched voice call. "God I knew you shouldn't have gone by yourself."

"You have no idea how terrified I was when I got the phone call from the ER." I could hear her voice break as she spoke. After the week she had had, the last thing she needed was to be sitting here in the emergency room with me.

"Don't worry I just called Emmett, and he is on his way. I think he is prepared raise hell when he gets here." She said laughed to herself. "His voice got that deep I'm pissed tone by the time the call ended. Kate gave him a plane with Wifi, and he has been e-mailing me every ten seconds asking how you where doing. And you thought my husband was bad this week."

"Can you believe that my mom is trying to move her surgery to come see you?" WHAT? No, No, No. She needs that surgery. But I am not surprised as is attempting to. Esme is the caregiver and matriarch of this family. She will always put everyone else above her own health.

"Don't worry though, I told her you would flip a shit when you wake up if you heard she did that. I didn't use those exact words, but she got the point. And after dad told her he wasn't moving it considering your stable, she was left with no choice." I heard her take a deep breath and let it out harshly then laugh to herself.

"Leave it to you to find a way to make Jasper watch Amelia for another day. You wanted him to learn his lesson. Well he is definitely learning it now, because I am to busy answering your husband to answer mine." A loud beeping noise interrupted her.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He wants to know what's going on and if anything has changed. I am tempted to say not in the last two minutes, which I know you would get a kick out of, but he's really freaking out Rose. He needs you. I need you." He voice cracked and her breathing became ragged.

"I can't do this without you. I know it is selfish of me, but I need you to get through these next few weeks. I need my best friend." My heart hurt as I heard the pain in her voice. I wanted to tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted to hold her as the tears she was probably crying fell. But I couldn't do any of that. All I could do was lay here, and listen. She didn't even know I could hear her.

"Miss." I hear a kind voice say from the opposite side of the room. "Visiting hours are over." I tried to open my mouth to beg the lady to let her stay, but it was futile.

"Okay." Alice said as I heard a chair scrap against the surface. I felt her hand grab mine. "Bye Rose." She added as she squeezed my sore fingers. I heard her heels click as she left the room, and soon as was left alone with the sound of the beep from my heartbeat. I laid there for a little while, before I fell unconscious for the third time that day.

"Can I just see my wife please?" I heard Emmett's gruff voice in the distance. He sounded worn and tried.

"Of course sir." A familiar female voice said that I had come to call nurse one. She had talked to me several time throughout the night telling me about the numerous reporters that were outside, that my record label set an armed guard at my door, and that she e had to sign a non disclosure form just to be assigned as my nurse.

I heard the chair scrap across the floor beside me before I felt him lightly touch my hand. As I sat here broken in a hospital bed, his touch still set me ablaze.

"Can she her me?" He asked.

"We like to think they can." Nurse one replied.

"Hey, babe." Emmett said I felt his warm breath ghost across my face. "Please wake up, baby. I will do anything you want, if you just wake up. I know I have been horrible the last week, but you can't leave me here." I had never in my life heard Emmett beg for anything outside of the bedroom, and it broke my heart. He was always this happy go lucky guy.

"God, Rose. I love you so much. You mean everything to me, baby. You're the reason I'm here. I know I was put here to make you happy, and I have failed at the recently. But if you wake up babe. I promise. I promise you that I will never hurt you again babe. Please just come back to me. I need you baby." I felt his hand skim across my cheek. A sharp pain hit my cheek as his hand ran down to my jaw causing me to gasp and holy shit did it hurt. The air burned my lungs as a the pain migrated down to my side.

"Rose, baby." Emmett said more alert. But I couldn't answer, my eyes peeled open as my vision blurred. I felt as if someone was sitting my chest. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get air.

"Rose! Rose!" Emmett yelled. I wanted to calm him. I wanted him to know I forgive him, but I couldn't even get the air to talk. I was gasping as my hands reached for the railing on the side of the bed. The beeping on the heart monitor was going crazy.

"Can someone get the fuck in here?" Emmett yelled as I blinked continuously trying to clear my vision. I heard here quick footsteps coming into the room and a man in blue scrubs appeared before me.

"Rosalie, I need you to calm down." He said looking straight at me in a low voice. "Focus in your breathing." Focus on my breathing! It fucking hurts to breath jackass!

"Just relax." He added as the heart monitor began to beep uncontrollable.

"Her blood pressure is increasing." A nurse said forcing the doctor to look at her.

"Can you fucking give her something? Don't just sit on your ass!" Emmett yelled before he turned to face me. "It's okay baby." He said calmly looking at me. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at my husband trying not to suffocate.

"Increase her morphine. Knock her out." The doctor said.

"Knock her out is not a fucking solution!" Emmett was pissed and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I don't agree with him.

"Sir she is in too much pain to handle being conscious right now. We have been keeping her under by morphine since she got here to allow her body to heal on it's own. We lessened the dose two hours ago hoping she would wake up, but obviously it was too soon." My breathing began to slow as I listened. My eyes lids felt weighed down and my head fell back onto the pillow. Within seconds I was out.

I slowly opened my eyes only to shut them quickly due to the blinding white light. I went to raise my left arm to try and shield my eyes, but I couldn't.

"Don't." I heard Emmett's voice say as he placed his hand on my arm keeping me from trying to lift it. Opening my eyes for a second time, I blinked repeatedly trying to get use to the light.

"Hi." I said looking at Emmett. A smile spread across his face, and he raised his hand from my arm to my cheek.

"Hey, baby." He whispered. He looked tired. I have no idea how long I was out, but Emmett already had a five o'clock shadow. Looking down at my broken body, I was a mess. My left arm was in a sling attached to my body. My head was killing me. My knees were throbbing, and it hurt to breathe.

"Great, your awake." A man said walking into the room in blue scrubs. "I'm Doctor Keefer, Mrs. McCarty, I have been in charge of your recovery since you arrived here. I have some questions to ask you. Is that alright?" I looked at Emmett and back to the doctor.

"Okay."

"What's you name?"

"Rosalie Lillian Hale McCarty."

"Can you tell me your birth date?"

"April, 7."

"Do you know who he is?" He asked pointing towards Emmett.

"My husband."

"Do you know where you are?"

"A hospital?" I tried to answer firmly but it sounded more like a question.

"That's right." He said giving me a kind smile. "How did you get here?"

"Umm...I was...Alice and I..Umm" Holy hell how did I get here. I looked to Emmett for help, and my eyes began to water. He looked torn obviously wanting to help, but knowing he shouldn't do so. What the hell is wrong with my memory?

"No." I finally answered turning my head back to the doctor.

"What is the last thing you remember doing?" He countered. I thought back over my day. Flying into LA. Meetings with department stores. Lunch with Alice and Kate. Look at potential store spaces. Going home.

"Watching a movie with Alice." The doctors face soured, and I began to panic. "Was that the wrong answer? What's going on? Why are your asking me all these questions?" Tears ran down my cheeks as I spoke, and immediately Emmett was on his feet pushing my hair away from my face.

"Hey, it's okay." He said looking into my eyes trying to calm me. Before he looked at the doctor.

"Can that be the end of the 20 questions, your kind of freaking her out?" He asked through his teeth. Something happened while I was out, because these two do not get along.

"Of course. I didn't mean to scare you." Dr. Keefer said.

"Okay so what happened?" I asked trying calm myself as Emmett kissed my forehead.

"You were in a car accident, Mrs. McCarty. A Chevy Tahoe T-bone your car at 30 mph."

"Oh my god." I said as I remember seeing the grill of the truck coming towards me in the passenger side window.

"You have a moderate concussion, hence why I was asking you those questions. You dislocated your left shoulder, and broke two ribs on your left side. That's why it hurts to breathe." He added motioning to my side.

"Okay so what do we do next?" I asked.

"We need to run some tests on your shoulder to see the damage to the ligaments. But luckily everything is going to heal on it's own. We just kept you under so that a you wouldn't move and puncture a lung before we had a chance to make sure the ribs were set, and also for pain."

"So your really going to do nothing?" I clarified.

"We will keep you here for observations, but yes. You are lucky enough to have injuries that the body corrects on it's own." He placed my chart at the end of the bed.

"I'll be back in a few hours to check on you." He concluded before he left the room.

"I fucking hate that guy." Emmett said after the door was closed.

"No kidding." I responded. He turned his head to look back down at me, and his face instantly softened. Leaning down he lightly brushed his lips over mine so softly it was almost as if he wasn't there at all. When he pulled back, he touched his forehead on mine. I ignored the pain that shot through my body, and relished in the contact. We hadn't really touched for almost a week.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you are awake." He whispered. I laughed but wince as soon as I started.

"What? What's wrong?" Emmett asked panicked as he pulled back.

"No. No. I'm okay. It just really hurts to laugh." I said taking shallow breaths.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Today is Thursday babe." Emmett said looking down at me.

"Thursday?" He nodded his head as I tried to wrap mine around the fact that I have been asleep for the past three days. Oh my God, it's Thursday.

"What about Esme's surgery?" I asked scarred.

"Alice flew home on Tuesday to be with her. She said everything went well, and the doctor believes they got the whole tumor."

"Good."

"She's already started radiation therapy." He added. I nodded my head in response. Emmett took a deep breath, let it out loudly, and ran his hand over his face. "Rose, we have to talk."

"About what?" I said wincing as tried to sit up. One good arm, and two broken ribs don't help, but Emmett did. There is only so much you can do when the left side of your torso is completely broken. After I was in a semi-comfortable position, Emmett pulled up a chair next to my bed and sat down.

"Babe, the past few days I have been a total jackass to you, and you didn't deserve it." He looked into my eyes as he spoke and shook his head. It was obvious he had been beating himself up over this for the past few days.

"It's okay. I knew you were going through a tough time." I said trying to ease his guilt.

"No, it's not. It's not okay that I treated you like shit the past few days, and it's not okay you let me."

"But I know that you were hurting, Em. I get it. Everyone deals with things different ways."

"Did I or Did I not hurt you?" He asked taking a different approach.

"Emmett you were.."

"Did I hurt you, Rose?"

"But.."

"It's a yes or no question babe."

"Yes, it hurt. I hurt to be ignored. But I know that you didn't mean it."

"Doesn't matter to me, if I meant it or not. I hate the person I have been the past week, minus pissing of Edward. But I never want to hurt your wether I mean it or not."

"Okay." I said hoping that would end this conversation. I don't like to see Emmett beat himself up for things I think aren't a big deal. Was it a big deal a couple of days ago, yes. But now, it seems petty.

"It's not okay. Alice ripped me a new ass when I landed. I was just so stuck in my own world that I didn't even realize I what I was doing."

"I'm sorry Alice shouldn't have done that."

"No. I needed it. Alice did exactly what expect her to do. Wait until I am freaking out, and lay it on thick. It was exactly what I needed, so don't get mad at her. Although I have a feeling she is going to be on my ass for the next month." I smiled as he shook his head probably think about what she had in store for him for the next month. But once again the a pain shot through my body, and I winced.

"It hurts to smile too?" Emmett asked grabbing my good hand.

"It hurts to do everything."

"God, I hate that fucking doctor." He said under his breath.

"What is it with you and this doctor?"

"He's fucking incompetent that's what wrong." He said putting emphasis on the fact that he thought the doctor sucked.

"I'm sure he is doing his best." I replied grasping his hand in mine. He was getting pissed off. Emmett always got pissed off when something was hurting me, but the doctor said there was nothing they could do.

"Well his best isn't good enough." He grumbled.

"Emmett, promise me you won't give him a hard time anymore." I said looking in his tired eyes.

"As long as he doesn't underplay the fact the you are in pain we're good I guess. But if he does all bets are off." He finished shaking his head. That was the best I was going to get. I pulled on his hand that I was holding causing him to stand.

"Come here." I said patting the bed beside me. He shook his head looking down at my other arm in the sling.

"Emmett sit down." I commanded. He hesitantly sat on the sit of my bed, and I raised my hand to his jaw running my fingers against his stubble. His eyes closed as he felt my touch. He brought his hand up wrapping it around mine, and turned his head to lightly kiss my palm.

"I love you." He said as he lowered my hand from his face in his.

"I love you too." I grinned up at him looking into his eyes. He leaned down chastely kissed my lips.

"Mrs. McCarty." Emmett and I both turned to see two police officers standing at the doorway to my hospital room. "We have some questions we would like to ask you?"

Well there you go. I am sorry about the wait, but RL has sucked recently. So leave me a review and I will send you a preview.