Okay, so I really felt like writing today. And I really felt bad that I hadn't in quite some time... like... a LONG time... RL kicks my butt real badly. So here is another chapter, and if the feeling to write keeps going... well, i won't make promises. Anywho you know the drill, SM Owns All, but for my plot and my own characters. No copyright infringement is made for any part of this story, so SM, please don't hate me.

Anyway, I'll keep writing, or trying, you keep reading.

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Chapter 5: Brings Back Memories

PRESENT

"BELLA!" I jumped forward, my head killing me with the sudden movement, and falling backwards onto the pillow. My eyes closed of their own volition, and I groaned out in pain. God, I had the worst headache of my life. I tried to press my right hand to my forehead, and instead of feeling smooth skin, I ended up smacking myself with hard plaster. What the hell? I still couldn't open my eyes, as I knew the moment I did the blinding daylight would kill me. I slowly reached over with my left hand and noticed my entire body felt like one giant mess.

God, I must be getting sick or something, fuck this sucks. I was really hoping to see Bella and Alyssa today. I'll have to call her and apologize immensely.

As my hand reached my right arm, I could feel gritty feel of a hard cast around my arm. I'd broken my arm when I was fourteen, so I knew what this was. Why the hell did I have a cast? What, was the last fifteen odd years of my life a dream, and I'm back to being fourteen! If so, this is one sick…

I scoffed at myself, for being ridiculous. This isn't some chick movie. I slowly.. ugh, very slowly opened my eyes to the blinding light, of a… hospital room? It was dark outside, the light coming from the fluorescent fixture on the ceiling. What the hell am I doing in a hospital room? I could feel my heart starting to race and my breathing was getting faster and faster. I could hear beeping beside me going insanely fast and I just couldn't catch my breath. Something was wrong, I could feel it.

A woman came running into the room wearing green scrubs, a nurse I assumed, and yelled at a man standing in the doorway "Page Dr. Cullen, NOW!"

She ran over to me, and grabbed my uninjured hand "Edward? Edward, I need you to calm down now, your blood pressure is skyrocketing, and I need you to take some deep breaths, can you do that for me?"

"What… I.. where… am I? What's go… ing on? Who are y-you?" It took me a few deep breaths to be able to get any of that out and I was making me feel worse because I just couldn't get through a single damn sentence.

"My name is Amber, I'm your nurse. Your father is on his way, can you tell me where you are?" She started moving around the room looking at different things, but I couldn't really keep my eyes on her. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. I could hear the beeping starting to slow down as I took deep breaths.

"Good, you're doing good Edward. Now, tell me where you are." Amber said.

"Hospital… d-dad's hosp.. hospital. Se-Seattle General." I stuttered. It felt like it took me hours just to say that. God, my head hurt.

"Good, Edward. That's right. Do you remember what hap…" She didn't get to finish her sentence because the door to the room banged open and we both jumped at the sound.

"Edward!" My father half ran into the room and put his hand on my head. I hissed in pain because, fuck that hurt. His hand jumped back like it was on fire and started asking the nurse questions about me.

"We saw his BP start to rise in the nurse's station and the alarms went off. I came running in, and sent Jeff to page you. He started to hyperventilate but I was able to calm him down. He's cognizant enough to know where he is, his systolic…" she continued to give him information but I just blocked her out trying to figure out what the hell happened. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in bed after calling Bella. I couldn't understand what was going on with me.

"Edward, do you know what today's date is?" My father asked me this while shining a light into my eyes. I groaned and shut my eyes before he could continue, and swatted his arm away.

"Dad, fuck that hurt. What the hell's going on, why am I in here? Why is there a cast on my arm?"

"Edward, do you know what today's date is? Please, it's important."

I sighed and looked down at myself. The blanket was covering me from waist to toes, but I was able to tell that one leg looked larger than the other. I placed my hand on my left leg and felt the hardness underneath that could only be another cast. I exhaled rapidly and looked back up at my father, who I know saw the scared look in my eyes.

"September 18th… or 19th I guess by now… a few days after mom's benefit for the hospital wing. Dad, what's so import…" I stopped mid-sentence because I could see I was wrong. Dead wrong. My father's eyes abruptly widened and just as quickly masked itself back into his stoic doctor mode. I looked at the nurse… Amy I think she said her name was… no… Amanda… what the fuck was wrong with my head!

"Dad, you're scaring me. What the hell is going on!" I started looking around my room and that's when I saw it. It was one of those pull off calendars on the wall, where you rip the page, and it shows the next date. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. My breathing started to speed back up and I looked to my father. He turned back towards me after seeing what I had.

"Dad?" I asked him shakily.

"Son… It's January 3rd." He spoke so quietly I almost couldn't hear him. Almost. I almost wanted to start laughing and say, yea, big joke, nice… but I knew he wouldn't do this to me. January… already after Christmas… New Year… a whole new year. Where was Bella? And Alyssa? Did I make them up in my head while I was asleep? Was the woman I cared for so deeply, just a fantasy? Was the little girl that stole my heart just a dream? I could feel the tears running down my face at the thought, and I didn't care who saw me. If they weren't real I don't know what I'd do. I started to shake my head, this just wasn't possible. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

"No…. no this isn't possible… five months? I've been in here for five months? I can't…no, not Bella… Alyssa… please God no. Dad!"

"Son, no.. no, calm down. You've been here a week. You've only been in the hospital a week, Edward." He grabbed onto my shoulders and made me look him in the eyes as he said it. The pain from him grabbing me was enough to ground me back to reality. A week. I've been in the hospital a week. So could that mean Bella and Alyssa were real, and not just some incredible fantasy my mind tricked me into? I had to know. I didn't want to know. I asked anyway.

"So Bella, Alyssa, they're real." I asked hesitantly… I didn't know if I could take him saying they weren't.

"Yes, Bella and Alyssa are real." He said slowly, emphasizing each word.

I exhaled so quickly and felt the sobs trying to jump out of my throat. It hurt so bad to keep them in, so I didn't. I leaned into my father and wrapped my left arm tightly around him and cried into his shoulder. I don't care if anyone thought I was a pussy after that. My head was just so jumbled, I couldn't make my eyes understand the ceiling or the floor. After taking a few deep breaths I was slowly able to calm myself down. While it helped, rather significantly, to know that they were real, it still didn't help me to understand what happened, and why I can't remember the last five months of my life.

"Dad, what happened?" I asked after I was able to control myself. "Why can't I remember five months of my life? Where are Bella and Alyssa? Why am I in casts and my entire body is one giant ache."

Dad looked at the nurse and told her to get my prescription of medication set up, and to call my mother to let her know that I was awake. She nodded, and left the room quietly, as dad pulled up the chair beside my bed.

"Edward, what I'm about to tell you, it's going to be difficult son, so I need you to try to stay calm." I nodded my head slowly, and laid back against the pillows. "Son, the reason I think you can't remember the last few months is because you were in an accident."

An accident. Okay. So there was some type of accident that caused me to be in here. "How bad am I?"

Dad sighed and took my hand. "You broke your arm and your leg. You have a few fractured ribs, and a fractured skull. There was some swelling on your brain, but it seems to have leveled out."

I pressed my hand to my head and felt the bandage on my head.

I let my hand drop back down to my side and sighed. "Anything else?" I asked quietly.

Dad didn't look like he wanted to continue the conversation, but after making sure I was okay, he let me know that there had been some internal damage, (they realized it when I came in and vomited blood), and my appendix had to be removed. I felt along my stomach and found the bandages there as well. Fuck, I really was banged up. He told me they placed me under a medical induced coma because of the pain, which is why I was waking up now. I looked back up to my father, and I could tell there was something else he was keeping from me.

"Dad, how… why… what happened to c-cause this? Did I do something? Did I h-hurt som…?" I couldn't even finish the sentence. I couldn't bear it if someone else got hurt because of me.

He really didn't want to tell me this, but I had to know. I was also starting to wonder where everyone was, but I figured they were asleep at home in bed, and that was probably for the best.

"Dad, just tell me."

He looked down at my hand, and he cleared his throat, like this was taking him a lot to say. Suddenly I almost didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"On Christmas Eve, you were leaving our house after dropping Alyssa off, and heading back to Bella's apartment. There was a drunk driver, Edward. He swerved into your lane and it looks like you tried to swerve out of the way, but he was going too fast and hit your side of the car. Your car slid and fell over the side of the hill, overturning until you hit a tree. Does any of that ring a bell?"

I looked down trying to wrack my brain, to remember any of what he told me. At first I couldn't. I looked back up at him to tell him so, but the look in his eyes made the memories come back. Slowly like a home video, I could see small pictures flit across my eyes.

Laughing and holding Alyssa's hand as we walked into my parents house.

Hugging my mother as Alyssa ran to my dad.

Putting my hand in my pocket and feeling the velvet smoothness of the tiny black box Alyssa helped me pick out.

Bella wrapping her arm around my waist as we said goodbye. Leaning down to kiss Alyssa goodbye. Seeing her wink at me, and I winked back.

Looking at Bella in the car as she smiled serenely at me.

Hearing her say I love you, Edward.

Telling Bella I love her.

Looking back to the road and seeing the white headlights.

Reaching across the console to hold Bella into place.

Hearing Bella scream my name, as we were pushed over the hillside.

The car rolling end over end, until we hit the tree.

Screaming for Bella to look at me, as the blood ran down her face.

Stuck with the wheel wedged into my left leg.

Can't get out.

"Oh my God." Before anything else could be said I turned to the other side of the bed and vomited all over the ground. My father pressed the nurse's button and I could feel myself being pushed back into bed. All around me, nurses and my father were calling my name, and trying to get me to snap out of whatever trance I was in. I couldn't hear them. I could only read their lips. It was like someone had plugged cotton into my ears, I could only hear my heartbeat, and it sounded like hummingbird wings. Where was Bella? What happened to her? Is she alive? Did I kill her? Is she hurt?

"Dad. Bella. Where's Bella!" I don't know if I whispered it or screamed it. I watched him take a vial from a man and syringed it, and added it to my IV. Almost instantaneously I could feel myself calming down, my hearing coming back.

He leaned over me and told me to go to sleep, but I couldn't, not until I knew what happened to my Bella. I grabbed his shirt, and held on as tightly as I could.

"WHERE'S BELLA!" I screamed that time, and I knew he understood I would fight the sedative until I knew.

He looked at me for what could have been moments, minutes, or hours. I couldn't tell, the drug they gave me, was really starting to wear me down. I needed to know. He knew I needed to know. He opened and closed his mouth several times, before he just came out and said it.

"She's here in the hospital Edward, she's still in a coma."

Black.

Sooo... yea... um. Don't kill me? I mean seriously, we're only on Chapter 5 right. And it's been a giant up and down roller coaster ride... So maybe I should've said something about the angstyness? Is that even a real word? According to spelling and grammar, it isn't but I think I shall keep it.

Anyway. Next chapter, I feel someone butting in on the conversation, so we may be seeing someone else's POV shortly.

Gimme some reviews people. Reviews are better than... Edward waking from a week long medical induced coma?

P.S. if any of this isn't true, medical standing wise... well, can we go with writer's artistic indulgence?
I have no medical background, so I'm just flying by the seat of my pants here, and i'd really hope some leniency comes my way... but also, if there's anyone of the medical profession, that thinks its too far overboard, or can give me some pointers for Bella, i'd appreciate that as well.

Review people, it's what I live for... that and Dr. Pepper!