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October 2011

Landstuhl Regional Medical Center

Landstuhl, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany

EPOV

Boom

Click, click, click

"Watch out for her."

"Love her."

Whoosh

Bam, bam, bam.

"Tell her I'm proud."

Bam, bam, bam.

"Don't give up on her."

"Stop talking and rest."

"Kiss my boys."

"Take a deep breath."

"Tell Rose I love her."

"Commander?"

I felt like I was floating just below the surface of a pool. Everything was foggy and unfocused. I saw the uneven, watery face, only a few feet from my own.

"Commander?" I heard again.

"Commander Cullen?" The watery face finally came in a little closer and I was face to face with ice blue eyes. I didn't recognize them. They weren't the brown ones I was hoping for.

"Lieutenant," I replied.

"I'm a civilian," she replied, looking back at me.

"No, I'm a Lieutenant. You called me Commander Cullen. It's Lieutenant Cullen."

"I was told you were a Commander," she replied, looking at me again. She was further away and a little blurry. I was concerned that my vision seemed blurry. It shouldn't be blurry. I had 20/20 vision.

"I'm a Lieutenant. Lieutenant Edward Cullen, US Navy."

"Tonya," she replied, "I'm your nurse."

"Nurse?" I replied, looking at her confused.

"Yes, nurse," she replied, fiddling with something next to me. I could barely see her in my periphery.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Germany," she replied, still fiddling with something.

"How'd I get here?" I asked.

"You were injured," she replied, moving from the side of the bed to stand in front of me.

"Where?" I asked. I didn't remember getting hurt. The last thing I remembered was talking to Emmett in a building in Fallujah.

"You broke your legs, fell during a mission and injured your chest, head and abdomen."

"Where's Emmett?" I asked. There's no way he'd leave me in a hospital bed alone.

"I don't know who Emmett is, sir. Do you know what year it is?" she asked, looking at me.

"2006," I replied, positive of my answer.

"I'm sorry sir, but that answer is incorrect."

"Then what year is it?" I asked.

"2011," she replied.

I looked down at my left hand and realized something else.

"Where's my wedding band?" I asked. Bella was going to be pissed that I lost it.

"I don't know, sir," she replied again. She was walking around the room, doing what, I didn't quite know.

"Do you think that you can find it, my wife will be very upset with me if I've lost it," I said to her. She didn't seem to care.

"Sir, as far as I know, you're not married," she replied.

"Excuse me?" I asked, looking at her, I shook my head, trying to clear the haze that was clouding my vision.

"They told us you weren't married," she replied.

"Well," I said, pulling a pillow to my side, "if it's 2011 like you say it is, I should have a wedding band. Bella and I were engaged; surely we'd be married by now."

"I just go by what I was told, sir," she replied, walking around the room some more.

"Where's Emmett?" I asked again.

"I don't know who Emmett is, sir, I'll be back in a minute." She walked out of the room and disappeared behind the wooden door of the hospital room. I looked down at my blanket covered legs and realized that, try as I might, I couldn't move them. I looked at both of my arms and saw that one was casted. It didn't seem to hurt. I could feel something sticking in my chest, and it was really painful. I pulled my gown back to reveal some sort of tube going into my chest.

"What the hell," I thought to myself. I saw an ace wrap around my torso and could see little bandages all over my upper chest. I had no clue what the hell had happened to me.

I pulled up my gown a little and pushed the covers back to reveal my groin and legs. I could see a catheter sticking out from between my legs and realized that was the weird sensation was in my groin. I hated catheters. I looked at my legs and took in a deep breath that motion sent a sharp pain through my chest and I instantly regretted it.

Both of my legs casted in white plaster casts. That would explain why I couldn't move them. I could see my toes sticking out of the end of them, I couldn't move those either. I moved my good arm, my left arm, to look for a call bell to get the nurse. I needed some pain medicine and an explanation. I needed to know where Emmett was, where my wife was, and why the hell I wasn't home.

"Can I help you?" I heard a voice say through the box sitting next to me.

"I need some pain medicine." I sat there for about two minutes, just taking everything in. The monitor measuring out my heart beat, the clock ticking away the minutes, the TV flashing images.

"You want something for pain, Commander?" Tonya came back into the room, with a vial and a syringe in her hand.

"Can I talk to a doctor?" I asked.

"Sure, I've already paged Dr. Newton to discuss your injuries with you."

"Why do you keep on calling me Commander? I'm a Lieutenant."

"No, sir, I checked your chart. You're Commander Edward Cullen, US Navy, Commander of Seal Team Six, based out of Norfolk, VA and you're not married."

I sat there watching the nurse thinking about what she had just told me. She answered none of my questions.

"Where's Emmett?" I asked again. I saw the nurse push a needle into a vial and then push it into my IV. A minute later I felt a tingling sensation all over my body.

"I don't know who Emmett is. You have a Lieutenant Black waiting for you, he says he's your XO," she pushed a few more buttons on the machine next to me.

"I don't know anyone named Lieutenant Black. Emmett McCarty, Lieutenant Emmett McCarty is my XO. Where's the doctor?" Right after I spoke a guy who looked barely old enough to be working walked into the room.

"Commander," he said, he had a thick chart in his hands. I presumed it was mine.

"Yes," I replied, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Tonya tells me you're a little confused," he pulled a chair that was sitting in the corner up to my bed and sat down.

"Uh huh, who are you?" I ask, still looking at him funny. He was a blurry mess of white.

"Dr. Newton, US Army," he replied pushing his hand out for me to shake.

I pushed my hand towards his and grabbed it, shaking it tightly.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked honestly. I needed to know what the deal was. I was as confused as to what happened and how I ended up here.

"From what Lieutenant Black told me, you were on a mission in Pakistan, took heavy fire, and as you were retreating, you fell through a hole in the floor and broke both your legs. Lt Black and another member pulled you out and carried you to safety."

"How long have I been here?" I asked. Bella and my mom had to be worried horribly.

"Almost a month," he replied.

"Where's Emmett?" I asked.

"Honestly Commander Cullen, I don't know. I've never met an Emmett. Only Lieutenant Black."

I could feel my eyelids get heavy and start to flutter. I don't remember falling asleep.

But I do remember the dream.

Richmond, VA

BPOV

It had been a week since I found out that I was pregnant. A week since I'd heard about Edward. I hadn't heard anything else and wanted to go and see him, but hadn't obtained permission yet.

I'd talked to Esme every day, she was waiting to hear back from the Commander that had visited her regarding going to Edward. I hadn't gotten up the nerve to tell her. I was scared. I knew she'd be thrilled and I'd be forced into thinking about this sooner that I wanted to. I wanted to ignore it for another month or so—and I knew that if I told her that would be an impossibility.

"You need to go to the doctor," Rose told me one night while we were talking on the phone.

"I know," I replied. I'd been trying to avoid that. I didn't want to go.

"You need prenatal vitamins," she replied. I could hear the urgency in her voice and I knew that she was right.

"I know," I replied. "I'm going to make an appointment; I just haven't gotten around to it."

"Are you scared to go?" she asked, I could hear the kids yelling in the background, probably at each other.

"A little," I replied. "I'm—I'm not sure if I can do this."

"Do what? Go to the doctor or be a parent?"

"Both, but mostly a parent…"

"You're scared," she said, reading my mind.

"I don't want to do this by myself," I pushed my finger in to my mouth, chewing on a cuticle.

"You won't be by yourself."

"Yes, I will."

"No, you won't. You have Edward—"

"Who's never home?" I yelled angrily into the phone.

"You have Esme," she said. "Boys, hush, I'm on the phone," I heard her yell.

"I should call her," I said, talking mostly to myself.

"Yeah, you should. But I think that you should do it after you make your appointment, then she can come with you." I was again eating my cuticles. I couldn't help it. I chewed on them when I was nervous.

"I'll make an appointment tomorrow," I replied. "I'm tired; I need to head to bed."

"Good night, Bells. We love you."

"I love you too, Rose." I pushed the disconnect button on my phone and got myself ready for bed.

Rose was right. I needed to see a doctor. Get started on some vitamins. I need to tell Esme, and eventually Edward. I needed to see him. I had an overwhelming urge to call him on the phone and talk to him. But I had no clue how to get a hold of him, where to call him.

I admitted it to myself, I missed him. I really, really missed him.

EPOV

"I love you," I kissed her, knowing it would be a while before I saw her again.

"I love you, too, and so does he," she said, pointing to her protruding stomach.

"Both of you need to stay safe," she said, pulling me back to her and kissing me deeply.

"We will," I looked to my left and saw a very pregnant Rose kissing Emmett.

I had no clue where we were.

I reached my hand out to Bella, needing to feel her one last time before I left, I tried to grab her and as I made contact with her, she disappeared and was replaced by a bleeding Emmett.

"Keep her safe, love her," he said to me, disappearing again into the mist.

"Bella," I moaned softly.

"Commander?" I heard someone say.

I opened my eyes again, remembering that I was in a hospital. That I was injured.

"Water," I said hoarsely and quickly a straw was pressed to my mouth. "Thank you," I replied, swallowing deeply.

"I'm Angela, your nurse," I heard the woman say.

"Edward," I replied. "What time is it?"

"About two a.m.," she replied. "Are you having any pain?"

"Yeah," I said, "why are you so blurry?" I asked.

"I'm blurry?" she asked, she moved to the side of the bed and pushed the bell sitting next to me.

"Can I help you?" the voice said. It seemed really loud in the quiet room.

"Can you send Dr. Newton in?" I heard her say.

"Commander Cullen, do you know where you are?" she asked. I tried to focus on her face. She was still blurry. I could tell that she had dark hair and was wearing glasses, but I couldn't make out any specific features.

"A hospital," I said.

"Do you remember where?" she asked. No, I had no fucking clue where the hell I was. Just that I was in the hospital.

"No," I replied honestly.

"Are you having any pain?" she asked.

"Not currently. Where's Emmett?" I asked.

"I don't know who Emmett is, sir," I could see her moving around but it was still all a blur.

"Can I call my fiancé?" I asked.

"Um, let me ask the doctor." I saw her walk out of the room and a few minutes went by. I couldn't reach the room phone and I had no clue where my cell was. Maybe it was with Emmett.

"Commander Cullen, you're awake," I heard a voice say. I didn't recognize him.

"And you are?" I ask, trying my hardest to look at the man.

"Dr. Newton, we met earlier."

"We did?" I ask, because honestly I didn't remember this man one bit.

"Yes, we did. Do you remember earlier?" He was looking at me, but again, he wasn't clear.

"No. Look, do you know why you're all blurry? Did I hit my head?"

"Yes. You fell about 12 feet and landed on your legs. Then hit your head. Do you remember anything?"

"No. Look, can I call my Bella? She's probably worried sick about me."

"I'll call her from the nurses' station, and transfer the call in here. You can't dial out from this phone. After your call, I'm going to have to do some more tests, so it's going to have to be quick. I would like to do some more tests, now that you're awake."

"Ok," I replied.

"Angela, can you wait here, and I'll put the call through."

"Sure," she said, moving towards the counter.

Richmond, VA

BPOV

I heard my phone ringing and looked at the caller ID. It was from an unknown caller, but with Edward in another country, there was a strong possibility that it was him or someone from the hospital, or the Commander with news about Edward.

"Hello," I said. I was nervous. My stomach was tying itself in knots. I was sitting in bed; I had been ready to go to sleep.

"Miss Swan?" The voice in the other end was unfamiliar.

"This is Bella Swan," I replied. I sat myself up in bed and propped some pillows behind my back.

"This is Dr. Michael Newton, I'm a staff physician at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, I'm calling about your—actually, let's start right there—Commander Cullen, what's your relation?"

"He's my—"I took a deep breath, if he didn't know what 'I was', then that means Edward didn't know what I was. "Fiancé," I went for what was easiest. That decision might come back to bite me in the ass. "Is he ok?" I ask, not sure I really want to know the answer.

"He's in the ICU. We've had him in a medically induced coma for the past three weeks. We took his sleeping medication away today to see how he would wake up. He's a little confused."

"About?" I asked.

"Everything. He seems to think it's 2006. He keeps on asking for someone named Emmett. And you. He seems to think you're married."

"He's asking for Emmett?" I took in a deep breath, surprised to hear that.

"Do you know who that is?" the doctor asked me.

"Yeah, he's my brother, actually my half-brother, we share mothers, but my father raised him," I was rambling. I rambled when I got nervous. I wiped my hands over my eyeballs, trying to wake myself up.

"Where is he, could I talk to him?" he asked.

"He's in plot 1752 at Arlington National Cemetery. He was killed five years ago in Afghanistan."

"Oh," was all the doctor had to say.

"He was Edward's teammate. Edward was there when he died. Held him while he bled to death. He never really got over it. And he never really talks about it."

"He's asking for him. Convinced that Emmett is alive. He wants to talk to him."

"Why does he think its 2006?" I asked.

"I'm not sure ma'am. He's experiencing signs of amnesia. When he was told it was 2011 he asked where his wedding band was, because he should've been married by now. We told him we didn't know."

"We're engaged," I lied again. I knew that once Edward found out about the baby, that we'd be back together. He wasn't the kind of guy to leave a pregnant woman. "Getting married, soon."

"He wants to talk to you," I heard the doctor say.

"Can I—I need to talk to him. Please—I've been waiting for weeks to hear from him."

"Hold on a minute—I'm going to transfer the call to his room," I waited for a few seconds as I heard several clicks and then a ring.

"Commander Cullen's room," I heard a female voice say.

"This is Bella," I replied, "can I speak to Edward?"

"Certainly, hold please."

"Bella?"

"Edward? Is that really you?" I couldn't believe it was him, he sounded tired. But it was him. I would know the deep tenors of his voice anywhere. Hearing him say my name sent shivers down my spine.

"Baby," it sounded like he was crying. "It's really me."

And that's when I knew, that no matter what, this would work. I would do anything to keep him.