A/N: 56of 7.. Let's see what Emmett's gonna do... hehe

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does, I am playing in the sandbox! ENJOY!

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EPOV

Through the haze I feel myself being moved. I wonder if I should worry. Moments later I feel water pelting down. I open one bleary eye and see Emmett staring down on me; the fury is evident in the hard set of his jaw.

"Take a fucking shower and get dressed. I'll meet you down stairs." He gives no room for protests before he closes the shower curtain and walks away.

About twenty minutes later I'm done, dressed and stumbling down the stairs. The smell of coffee and food hit my rolling stomach like a sledgehammer. I'm not sure if it's because I'm hungry or nauseous.

I make my way slowly to the kitchen where I see Emmett sitting at the table. His eyes flick behind me and I turn around.

"Mom?" I gasp.

"Sit down. Coffee?" her voice is quiet, but I hear the unspoken authority in her words.

I nod mutely and she slides me a cup of black coffee. She also slides a few slices of buttered toast. "Eat." Another soft command.

I chew slowly on the toast, quietly, not meeting the eyes of my family.

"Want to tell me what the fuck is going on?" Emmett finally roars after a long, strained silence.

I raise my eyes at him, pausing to see if Mom will admonish his colorful language. When none comes, I realize that I can't avoid answering his question. I chance a glance at mom and she has an expectant look on her face.

I scrub my face and take a deep breath. Then I purge everything. I tell her about when I first met Bella, the attraction, the connection between us. I explain how much I missed her when I was gone on tour and how much I looked forward to being back with her.

I close my eyes as I talk about running into her at the hospital, learning about her illness and all that she has been through. I tell them how I wanted to help her through this all, to be there when she goes through everything. Then I talk about the dreams, the horrifying fear and panic that they induced in me.

I hear Mom gasp as I tell her that my dreams involved watching Lizzie die all over again and that they morph into watching Bella die. I shudder at the memory of those dreams.

When I get to what happen the last time, I'm whispering, the pain of my mistake is too great. I hang my head in shame as I tell them how I got lost in my mind, seeing Lizzie there instead of Bella. Then when I focused on what was really happening, how I ran away as Bella seized. A few tears escape as I relive that day.

I look up ready to see pity in the face of my family; instead I see sadness, a touch of anger and sympathy. I wipe away the tears that keep falling.

"I got this, Emmett. Thanks for your help." She gives him a soft smile. Em throws me a glare that tells me that he is less than pleased with my actions.

When he is gone, my mom turns to me, "You love her don't you?"

I nod mutely, "I think from the moment I laid eyes are her. I just don't think I am strong enough to be there during this point in her life." I shake my head at how pathetic I sound.

When I'm greeted by silence, I look up at Mom. She stares into my eyes, searching for something but I don't know what. A few intense moments pass and then she gives me a soft smile.

"Let's clean up your mess and talk." She leaves the kitchen and I'm left trailing after her.

A/N: Hehe... like a good brother..he went and got Momma! Like?