I'm gifting you this chapter early, I hope you all enjoy it.

JPOV

"Bella, they're going to start pulling you out of the coma. In around 24 hours you should awake and probably a little groggy. The doctor said you could be very disoriented and scared but don't worry because I'll be here for you."

I wish medicine was advanced enough that Bella could wake up and be completely fine, feeling only a little sore from lying in bed so long. This wasn't going to happen though, she was going to wake up and be alarmed from the number of cords and amount of gauze on her.

To add onto all of this the coma has affected her weight-wise, making her even thinner than before. I mean Bella has always been thin but never to the point where she looks anorexic. Charlie used to say it looked like she had never been able to sit still enough to eat a full meal and that's why she was so thin. And it's hard to believe but at this present moment, he's more nervous then I am about her coming out of the coma.

"With that God-damned piece of metal fused to her leg she looks like a robot." He had vented earlier when the doctor had come to talk to us.

"Mr. Swan believe me when I say I'm not happy about having to use the external fixator either but it's the only thing that will work in this situation. Your daughter's leg needs to be kept completely straight if we want everything to heal with a minimum amount of surgery and a cast just won't provide the kind of support she needs."

The doctor's response seemed to satisfy Charlie but not enough for him to able to just sit and wait. Even though Bella's hospital room is more like a luxury hotel suite Charlie just couldn't get comfortable. He left to spend time with Eli and making me promise that I would call him the moment Bella started to stir.

To pass time and to give myself an excuse to touch Bella I started to trace her intricate tattoo sleeve. This is made of several images one might not think goes together. Coming down her right shoulder blade is an elegant black swan, so realistic that people touch the tattoo expecting to feel feathers. When the Natalie Portman movie came out reporters started asking Bella if the tattoo meant she was a lesbian. Bella in her typical nature held back a response until one fateful day someone pushed the question too hard causing her to utter "Your boyfriend doesn't think I am." before storming away.

Under the swan in very loopy script is "Charles Elijah Swan, a hero to all". The day she showed Charlie that tattoo was the 25th anniversary of him joining the force. And in all the days I've known him, that's the only one I've seen him cry.

I was about to continue on tracing her arm when I swear I saw her hand twitch.

"Bella?" I asked more to myself, keeping my attention on her hands. Finally after what felt like ages I, clear as day, saw her hand move. Frantically I texted the news to Charlie and Angela while trying to keep my eyes on her hands at the same time.

"Come on Bells, I know you can wake up." I placed my hand around hers, bringing to my lips so I could kiss it.

"Oh God Bells, if you were awake you could see what a sap you've turned me into." I groaned but didn't put her hand down. More minutes passed until I felt a slight pulse against my hand. I loosened my grip on her only to have my hand squeezed again, this time a little more firmly.

In slow motioned I watched, practically breathless, as the most beautiful eyes in the entire fucking world fluttered open. As unfocused as they were I couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, my angel was coming back to earth. She blinked once, twice, before confusion started to spread across her face followed by panic.

"Bella don't panic, it's not good for you." Her eyes racked the room before they landed on mine. She opened her mouth as if to speak but no sound came out, no sound could come out. She had a breathing tube down her throat that made speaking impossible.

"Don't try to talk Bells you have a breathing tube blocking your throat, you'll probably start to feel its awkwardness when you're a little more awake." She didn't seem impressed with my answer and soon the hand that wasn't in mine was inching towards the tube.

"Isabella Marie Swan, don't you dare pull that tube out. The doctors will take it out when they see fit." Charlie entered the room with an air of authority and took his seat on the other side of her.

Charlie must've been exhausted but once his eyes landed on his daughter he put a smile on his face and powered through it. In fact I'm pretty sure when the nurse came to do her hourly check-up; the whole scene probably looked ridiculous to her. The fact that two giants could smile so hugely because of one person probably seemed far-fetched, but Bella had Charlie and I wrapped around her fingers.

As the nurse took her vitals Charlie and I took started telling Bella what had happened over the past two weeks. We covered everything slowly, leaving more then adequate time for Bella to understand each tidbit we told her. We didn't get too far into the tale however before she started to nod off.

"Sleep, I'll be right by your side the entire night." I told her, pulling her hand back into mine. She looked at me for a moment and managed a weak smile before closing her eyes. Kissing her forehead, I leaned back in my chair to catch sleep myself. I knew Bella was about to start a long road to recovery, a road I needed plenty of energy for if I was going to help her along the way.

BPOV

Peace.

I was at peace until I woke up, stuck in the realm between dreams and death. Completely oblivious to the fact that a large team of people was fighting to save my life and to minimize long term effects of the crash, I slept through people cutting, drilling, slicing and sewing parts of me. Everything was fine until some unknown force started to push me back into the world, that's when the mood changed.

Waking up brought fear.

My eyes were too heavy for me to open and my body didn't want to work. I felt hot but I couldn't convince my legs to kick away my blankets and when I tried to move my hands it took all my energy to move them an inch. I knew something was wrong before I opened my eyes, the air around me smelled sterile and nothing like my house. My first assumption was that I was in heaven after all wasn't everything in heaven supposed to be white.

"Fuck, I'm dead." I thought before a voice brought everything into perspective, the one voice I wanted to hear more than anything. Jacob looked like shit, and that's me being polite. The area around his eyes was purple and sunken in and he had obviously not shaved in days.

I tried to greet him, tried to ask him where I was but I couldn't. Jake told me there was something down my throat just as I became aware of how uncomfortable it was I instantly wanted it out. My father stopped me before I could pull on it though, scolding me like I was five years old.

Still I was confused as to why I was in the hospital in the first place, I tried to think back to the last thing I did but I couldn't. It was as if someone had come in and wiped out part of my memory. The two seemed to notice my confusion and were about to start explaining things when a nurse came in.

"Oh good Isabella, you're awake." She smiled at me before checking the various machines I was hooked up to, writing down whatever it was they were telling her. Before she could leave I caught her attention then pointed to the breathing tube, hoping she would have sympathy and take it out.

"When the doctor comes to check on you tomorrow he'll see if you're ready to have the tube removed. What doctors have found is that the first 12 hours or so after a patient comes out of a coma they either have problems breathing, or they're so overwhelmed that their brain actually forgets you need to breathe." I wasn't happy with that answer but before I could protest the nurse had left.

Soon Jacob and Charlie started to explain to me why I was in the hospital, something I wanted to know.

"You were driving when Mike called you and like any responsible driver you pulled to the side of the road so you could talk to him. Your car was hit by someone who lost control while trying to text…" Charlie started but couldn't continue; when I looked over to give him my support he looked absolutely furious. Jacob continued where he had left off but I was too tired to focus on what he was saying. He seemed to notice that because soon he was giving me permission to sleep.

"I'm so sorry Bella, I'm so fucking sorry." Charlie had left the next morning with a promise to return in the afternoon. He had never liked hospitals so I sympathized with him. As soon as he had left however Jacob hit me with that.

"What are you sorry for Jake? You didn't hit me." My voice was raspy from not being used for so long.

"But if we hadn't gotten into a fight then you wouldn't have been hit."

"What were we fighting about?" He sighed, obviously hesitant on telling me.
"Come on Jake, I'm a big girl I can handle whatever you throw at me."

"I tweeted about our relationship to the world, in hind sight I should've asked you but-" I cut him off, my confusion to much to wait for him to finish.

"I'd be a little upset about that I guess but I don't know why that would turn into a full blown fight." The momentary silence was enough for my brain to start piecing things together. If I had pulled on the side of the road to talk to Michael- Suddenly everything made sense.

"Fuck!" It was Jacob's turn to look confused.

"What's going on in that brain of yours Bella?"

"Michael, he's the reason we fought."

"No Bells, I just told you it was because I didn't handle things properly." I shook my head at him.

"Michael Newton got me wound up, he pulled my strings to make the situation seem worse then it was."

"Whatever Mike did, that doesn't excuse me from the role I played in all of this Bella. You're so broken; the doctors had you in surgery for the first 48 hours while they attempted to keep you alive." He told me sadly. One by one he told me about everything: the bleeding they had to stop in my lungs, the brokenness of my leg that had resulted in needing an external fixator and then he paused for a moment.

"This next one is the hardest to tell you Bella." He took a breath then continued on.
"When you came to the hospital your brain was hemorrhaging, they had to stop the bleeding or you would've been brain damaged."

"So they saved my life, what's so bad about that Jacob?" Instead of answering he picked up my hand and placed it on my head. I moved my hand around the bandage before I felt something weird.

"What am I feeling Jacob?"

"Your hair Bella, they had to cut off your hair." For the first time since I woke up I started to cry, not being able to handle the fact that my head had been shaved. I know it was fucking vanity that caused me to tear up and I'm not able to explain why it was my hair that finally caused the dam to break. Jacob didn't ask any questions or try to minimize my tears and if I wasn't so upset I would've asked him how he knew my haircut would upset me.

"Let it all out Bella, you deserve to cry." He told me as he wrapped his arms around me, I knew at that moment if he never had to let me go he wouldn't.

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