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BPOV

My heart jumped the second I saw him, and ached the moment he spoke. He looked so torn and damaged; I didn't know what to say to him.

"You can come here Bella. I wont' bite" he said with a slight smile, which surprised me. I was at a loss. I didn't know what to do, hell I didn't know what to think, breathe or any other basic function. I was completely flabbergasted. And yes I did just say flabbergasted. I hesitantly walked toward Edward's bed and was met by the tortured green eyes that haunted my dreams.

"Hi Edward" I said quietly, "I hope you're not upset by my being here. Tony called and I didn't know what else to do. Your parents are with Tony and the girls now" I was rambling and I knew it. He gave me another solemn smile and replied with "Thank you Bella. Thank you for being here. I don't think I realized until now how important you were to the kids" he mumbled something after that but I didn't catch it. My heart sunk a little bit more at 'how important you were to the kids', he not only used the past tense, but he excluded himself from that statement.

The doctor walked in at that moment and he didn't look pleased. He began explaining that Mya had obtained a substantial amount of trauma from the accident and that her injuries were extensive. He listed off all of her injuries, broken arm, collar bone, punctured and partially collapsed lung, bruising on over 60% of her body, the list went on and on. But the moment the doctor said head trauma I quickly glanced over at Edward to see a grimace on his face, if only for a second.

"She hit her head pretty hard. It looks as if she was thrown against the windshield on impact and then due to the force of the impact was thrown back against the headrest. We don't know how extensive the damage will be until after she wakes up. Right now we have her sedated for pain management purposes. I have to warn you though, there was some bruising in her motor cortex, as well as her cerebellum. Both of those control movement, and fine motor skills. We'll do some tests when she is more recovered in order to determine if there will be any permanent or substantial damage. Feel free to ask either myself, or any of the nurses if you have any questions or concerns." He walked out after that and I braved a glance at Edward.

He looked totally dead. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. They were as cold looking as the emerald stones they looked like. I stepped out for a few minutes to give him some time to himself. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was almost 5 in the morning. Had it really only been 2 hours since Tony called me?

I sat in the chair outside Edward's room and tried to relax and absorb all that had happened in the last couple of hours. Exhaustion finally overtook me and I fell into a fitful, awkward sleep haunted by stone cold eyes.

I was woken up by a loud crash and literally jumped out of my extremely uncomfortable seat. I looked around and the nurses seemed to have heard nothing. I noticed that the door to Edward's room was now closed, so I knocked and let myself in. There in the corner of the room was Edward with a fallen water pitcher next to him and a painful expression on his face. I assumed the water pitcher was what I heard and slowly made my way toward Edward.

"Edward" I said softly, "are you okay? Do you want me to go get a nurse or someone?"

He looked at me and the only thing I saw in his eyes was pain. Pure, relentless pain. I put my hand on his forearm and felt him break out in goosebumps. Was it cold in here?

"Bella" he whispered my name like it was a secret, and brought me to his chest while wrapping his arms around me. He buried his face in my hair and I wrapped my arms around his strong torso and gave him a slight squeeze. He returned the gesture but didn't release me.

"I should go" I whispered. Edward held me tighter then, "Please don't, please don't leave me". I was at a battle with myself. I knew this wouldn't end well. One of us was going to get hurt, bad. And I knew it was going to be me. But I didn't have the heart to leave him now. So I relented and held him for a while. I moved him back to the bed and we lay there for a while. He still had a fairly tight hold on me, and every once in a while I would hear him sniffle.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. There were various doctors that came in and out updating us on Mya's condition as well as to check on Edward, though he wasn't exacting cooperating with their questions. When the police showed up the next morning to take a statement he walked with them and I assumed he said his peace. But after he came back he went back into his shell, the same one that had been crumbling down only hours before.

Mya was still unconscious. They were closely monitoring her brain for swelling or any sign of a bleed. Edward barely left her side unless it was to go to the bathroom. I had taken it upon myself to bring him food every few hours just so he wouldn't go hungry. I tried to update Tony and his grandparents as often as I could but there just wasn't much information I could give them. Nothing had changed, although it felt like everything had. The one thing I knew hadn't changed was my love toward Edward. As much as I tried to deny it I knew that I would always love him. There was just something about him that didn't allow me to let him go. And to see him as broken as he was when he was sitting my Mya's bed just ripped my heart into two.