WOOT double update! Oh yeah, aren't I awesome?

MICHELLE'S POV

I thought today was going to be normal. Get up, go to school, see my dad, homework, sleep. I wish. I wish more than anything that I could have been that lucky. But I wasn't. Sitting in biology with Seth, I expected nothing except the usual. But everyone looked up and the sound of running came from outside. I was shocked to see Sam and Emily at the door.

"Sorry to bother you, but we need to take Michelle. It's an emergency," Emily said to my Bio teacher.

"I'm sorry I'm in the middle of teaching a class," the teacher said stubbornly, turning back to the chalkboard.

"This is important!" Sam growled. I'd never heard him talk to rudely to a person unless they were in the pack, and even then he had that air of politeness about him.

"Michelle, come on," Emily said, beckoning me towards her.

Quickly, I grabbed my stuff and sprinted to her, ignoring my teacher's protests. We ran down the hall, me not having any clue what was going on.

"Where's Paul?" I asked, slightly out of breath.

"At the hospital," Sam answered, pushing past the principal and opening the door for me to leave the building. I sat in the back of the car, him and Emily in the front.

"Why? Sam, what's going on?" I asked, panicked.

"Y-your dad… he needs to see you," Sam said shakily.

"But why?"

Sam didn't say anything as we pulled into the familiar hospital parking lot. I just got out of the car and went inside, not even bothering to ask the nurse for permission to see him. This was important, I knew it. I got to his room, about to open the door, but Paul was coming out.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I-your dad needs to see you now Michelle," Paul said sadly.

I went to go in, but grabbed Paul's hand, "Come."

He nodded and walked with me inside. Standing back, he leaned against the wall and let me sit in the chair next to dad's bed. Never had I seen my dad look so terrible. His hair was grey and there was a faraway look in his eyes. No.

"Michelle," dad croaked, slowly turning his head to look at me.

"Hi daddy," I whispered.

"I need you to promise me something," he croaked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Please, promise me that… you'll take care of yourself. And have fun. And never forget me, but don't let this ruin your life."

"What do you mean daddy?"

"And stay with Paul, he loves you. More than you know."

"Of course daddy," I whispered, "But why-"

"And when you see your brother… when you see Jesse, tell him I love him. And don't be too hard on him," dad whispered.

"But why? Why can't you tell him?" I didn't understand. I didn't want to understand.

"I'm going to see mom, Michelle," dad said, a smile touching his lips, "It's my time to see her."

"Don't say that dad, it's not time yet. Please dad, don't talk like that. You-you need a nurse," I cried, falling to my knees in front of his bed.

"Just promise me Michelle," he breathed.

"Of course daddy, I promise," I nodded.

"And Michelle, I love you."

"I love you too dad," I whispered, barely hearing myself, "Daddy? Daddy?"

I felt his hand go cold in mine as his eyes slowly shut. The monitor started beeping rapidly, and then stopped altogether. We were flanked with doctors, surrounding dad's bed. NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO!

"Daddy," I whispered.

"Sweetheart, I need you to back up," I heard Carlisle say from behind me.

"Carlisle," I whispered, "Change him."

"What?" Carlisle asked seriously, turning towards me.

"Change him!" I yelled, causing a few doctors to look at me, "He can't be… he isn't…"

"Michelle, there are too many people," Carlisle whispered so only I could hear.

"I don't care! Change him!" I demanded desperately.

"Michelle, it's too late," Paul whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

"It's not too late," I growled, ripping my body from his grasp.

But as I said that, the doctors began to back away, leaving my pale, cold dad laying there. He wasn't breathing, he had no heartbeat. I fell to my knees next to his bed and grabbed his hand. It was stiff.

PAUL'S POV

And just like that she was a ghost. A pale, sad ghost that was breaking my heart by the second. Every emotion she was feeling was gone. She was just numb… number than she'd ever been. Which cause me more pain than imaginable. I crumpled to the floor, desperate to feel something that she felt, to share that connection. But there was nothing, because she felt nothing. Her body went limp, but her eyes remained open.

"Paul, you need to take Michelle," Carlisle whispered sympathetically.

I nodded, desperate to help. I picked myself up off the floor and tried to lift Michelle. Her hands were still wrapped around her dad's. Gently I pried them off, and she didn't fight me. She let me carry her out of the room, staring off into space. Sam and Emily were in the waiting room, Emily on his lap. They took one look at Michelle and understood. He was gone.

"Let's go," Sam said quietly, helping Emily up.

I followed them out to the car and got in the backseat, still holding Michelle. She was like a ragdoll in my arms. As we drove back to the house, I tried shaking her to snap her out of it. But if this was anything like it had been when he first had the heart attack, it would take a lot more to wake her up. So I did what I always did, I put her in bed and let her sleep it off. Except this time I slept with her, I needed her near me to keep me sane.

I don't know if either of us slept. Maybe just went in and out of reality. I was surprised I hadn't cried yet. Not her. It would take months to get her to talk about her feelings, because she just lets everything get bottled up inside. But in the morning, I couldn't stay still anymore, so I went out to the kitchen, not hungry for the first time ever. I just needed someone to talk to.

Everyone looked at my sympathetically when I walked into the kitchen. If they feel bad for me, wait till they see Michelle. I had no idea what to say, so I just stood there awkwardly, trying not to break down. Just then, Sam walked in. As soon as he saw me, he walked straight up to me.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "I can't imagine what you're going through."

I nodded stiffly and found myself collapsing onto the ground, emotionally drained. Sobs wracked my body and I cried into my arms. Last night had been the hardest of my life, no question. Sam patted my shoulder as I sobbed, and the rest of the guys were quiet. I would have punched any of them if they said anything. But most of them understood what I was going through. The pain of the imprint. But finally, I stood up and brushed the tears away. I walked over to the table, trying to regain my dignity, and Jared stood up. He gave me a quick hug, a man hug and everything. And I might have felt a little better. It was a gesture. A gesture from my best friend saying he's be there for me, no matter what.

Now we just have to wait for Michelle.

Yes, I killed him. PLEASE don't hate. I just need this to happen so something else can happen so something HUGE can happen. I have it aaaaalllll planned out, just wait! It's gonna be epic:)

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Quick question, how do you think Michelle should take all this?