Hey guys! Ok answering some questions at the bottom of the Chapter. Enjoy

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Chapter Thirteen: Chasing Cars

The ambulance left the club in flashes of blue and an ear piercing squeals causing the traffic to part like the sea had done in biblical times. It was closely followed by a Volvo driven so fast that it almost became a blur of silver and reflected Blue, yellow and white. The driver of said Volvo cared not if he was caught by the police it was as if his life depended on it, someone's life depended on it.
'Call Rosalie.' Carlisle demanded to his wife who sat in the passenger seat shaking with worry. She nodded and fumbled with her phone in unstable hands. Bella who had been staring at the ambulance ahead of her whilst rubbing her abdomen suddenly came out of the daze that had seemingly trapped her. This was real, this was happening. Edward Cullen was being rushed into the hospital for the first of what would indefinitely be many more before Cancer consumed him...or was that happening right now? The baby was barely more than the size of a bean, she was but a few weeks into pregnancy but Edward was four months into his cancer. His chemo had stopped but the disease was still there. He had to wait another month before he could get a next injection of the poison. At this rate would he make it to that? Would he make it till the scan in which they would find the child's sex? She couldn't bare to think of being there alone knowing he would be in Heaven watching instead showing his joy to other departed souls when she needed his on earth to get through it...
No! she growled at her mind He WILL make it. Stop thinking like that this is just a back step; a broken bride to cross. So she yanked out her cell and dialled Rosalie's number; something Edward had given to her in case.

Rosalie Cullen sat in the passenger chair in the ambulance as her elder brother lay with an oxygen mask covering his bone white face; he'd never been so pale, she'd never been so panicked. The Paramedic stooped over him checking his vitals and injecting him with some form of substance whilst turning up the canister of air. Edward's eyes laid closed; she knew him to be unconscious. He'd dropped the moment after his call for 911 there in the hallway behind the stage. Although silent, tears fell down her perfect face leaving streaks of salt water to smear. In all the years since the adoption of her baby she'd never shed one tear; called it weakness both to herself and emotional others. Rosalie knew the second her eyes leaked all those pent up tears would drop as one. Today she decided it to be welcome; a reason to cry. This was her fault alone. If she'd not ran out in rage he would have been fine. If in her mind she had not cursed him he would be fine. If she'd only forgave him for the past he'd be fine. These insults in her head only caused the soundless tears to fall quicker but longer. Occasionally the Paramedic, Tara, looked over to the doll like figure on the seat beside her and patted her hand trying to console her.
'He'll be ok; this happens to Cancer patients but they're fine once they've calmed down love.' She spoke softly. Rosalie stayed quite only nodding in response until her phone vibrated furiously. 'If it's your family answer it.' Tara gave permission.

'Rosalie?' Bella asked her voice higher than normal. Usually she would have closed the call but tonight she put their differences aside.
'Here.' She whispered in a broken voice before coughing to get it back to normal; disallowing herself to show emotion.
'What's happening?' Bella asked placing her on speaker phone 'You're on speaker.' Esme and Emmett, the only other passengers as Jasper who had continued his show hadn't been informed in the rush, looked immediately to the phone as if their informant was there.
'He's on oxygen and hasn't woken up yet. He's had something injected-'
'A drip.' Tara corrected from beside her.
'He's on a drip too.' She heard some murmurings within their car as the ambulance veered to the right entering the hospital 'We're at the hospital I'll wait for you guys.' She put the phone down as the doors were yanked open by the drivers and Edward was unloaded. Tara gave her a soft smile before pushing her brother through the double doors of the ER. Slowly Rosalie too made her way off the vehicle and stood by the entrance for her family.

3 Hours

The posse sat on hard chairs outside of the Resuscitation room except Carlisle who paced up and down the short corridor wearing a trail into the linoleum flooring like he suspected most people here had done so before him. He'd demanded over and over to be told something; he was a doctor of goodness sake! He'd used those techniques on others in a similar situation time and time again. For once he understood what those families had felt; he hated it. He vowed never to keep another family out of the loop again if God let his son live.

'Cullen family.' A male's voice called out the second he made that prayer. All heads snapped to the man walking towards them. The doctor was one and the same to who had diagnosed Edward's condition months previous; James Earnest. His face was neutral as he stood before them, something he did naturally. 'He's stable and nothing is really wrong.' He explained to them all looking at each in turn.
'Was it the argument?' Carlisle asked for an honest answer. Visibly Rosalie and Emse flinched but no one paid enough attention to notice.
James nodded in reply 'He's weak from Chemo naturally, and so putting more strain on his body. So an increased heartbeat and adrenaline rush was too much for his body. He's going to need a generous amount of rest so no more arguments including him or within earshot.' The group nodded immediately knowing how serious that statement to be.
'Can we see him now?' Bella asked hopefully sitting up in her seat.
'Actually he's asked to speak to one of you; Rosalie he wants you to go in first.' James answered watching all mouths drop including hers.
'Huh?' She asked confused; she'd caused his ailment why should he want to see her. James shrugged and pointed out the room.
'Don't overload him though.' He spoke to the rest as she moved to stand and walk towards the room. 'Just a quick visit each after they've spoken. He needs some serious rest. Carlisle.' He shook his hand before departing.

'Edward?' Rosalie called looking around the door. The room was small and overly white walls made it almost shine. It contained hardly more than his bed, vital wall mounted machines and a few plastic chairs stacked to the side. This she realised must be the recovery room once the patient is stable.
Would make me think I'm in some messed up version of Heaven when I woke if I'd been in here. She mused trying not to think of how she had obviously caused her elder siblings admittance.
'Rose?' A weak fuzzy voice called from the bed. Slowly she stepped over to his side looking down over him. Another oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose but his free eyes stared up at her but she knew his vision to be cloudy. As if on que; her eyes watered again flowing faster this time once his gaze caught hers. He however smiled softly and moved a trembling hand slowly towards his mask.
'No!' She said covering his hand 'Edward you need that.'
'Just for a minute.' He said lethargically trying to beg. She stared at him for a minute herself fighting with her resolve. Sighing, she nodded and helped him pull it down to rest on his chin 'That's better.' He smiled a bit lopsided and rested his hand on hers.

'I'm so sorry Rosie. Sorry I told on you and made you go through all that when you were just a baby yourself. I should have listened to your own wishes not gone with my head. I just wanted to protect you like a brother should. At the end of all this I'm gona have to say goodbye to my baby and feel just what you felt and thinking about it now is bad enough...maybe this is my punishment. I want you to help Bella ok? Be like a daddy.' He chuckled at his own joke before coughing slightly 'So please...forgive me Rosie?'
The whole time he spoke she had frozen her mind trying to convince her she'd imagined this; that he wasn't begging her forgiveness for something he hadn't done wrong. Five years she had blamed him because she didn't hate herself for giving away her daughter. And when he was dying he still hated himself for it. And now he wanted to make up by giving her chance to be a big role in her impending niece or nephew's life...The silence within the small room was broken with a huge sob on her part. She wrapped her arms tightly around her elder brother forgetting everything momentarily.
'I love you.' She sobbed 'It's my fault. Sorry! Sorry!' She chanted as he patted her back and hugged her as tight as he could; which wasn't much if he was honest.
'I love you two Rosie. Thank you.' He whispered his eyes drifting in and out of consciousness; he needed to sleep again due to his medication and could no longer fight the sensation. Gently Rosalie let go smiling softly for the first time in five years and pulled his oxygen mask back on.
'Get some rest Eddie.' She whispered her voice still slightly cracked as she kissed his head.

Q&A

going to die?

Yes. He is. I've read so many Bella dies fics I wanted to role reverse a little plus I'm not a big happy ending Gal.

Edward and Bella get together/ Are they in love?

They're best friends and have been for years. They do love each other in more than that way but when you're that close it can take a while so...

I ever get the smut scene written?

It's on its way to ya'll just needs some touch up

the bad reaction to the baby?

He's going to die and that would make Bella a single parent and the baby won't get much of a chance. That could traumatize the child seeing all that from a young age. So you can kinda understand where they're coming from.

Hope this all clears some stuff up!