EPOV
I paced back and forth trying to avoid looking at the television in the corner. I couldn't believe it. I had finally gotten Bella back and I lost her again. It was like we were destined not to be together.
"Edward!" Emmett sounded frantic as he reached me, "How is she?"
"Not good" I could feel the tears I had been holding back slip down my face, "She barely made it here. I couldn't do anything to help her. I was just…" I nearly collapsed but Emmett held me up.
He carried me over to the chairs and sat me down, "Listen, Bella is strong. Look at all she has survived in the past couple years. She was kidnapped, had her memory erased, kidnapped a second time, nearly killed" His voice rose a little with every different thing he mentioned but it suddenly softened, "Yet somehow, she always finds her way back to you. She's a fighter Edward. She has lived with you for six months without knowing who you are. She still doesn't know who you are but she will find her way back to you like she always does."
"That's not true"
"Edward"
"Her last words to me were 'I love you'" I looked him in the eye, "I finally got her back and she was ripped away from me again. We are always destined to be apart."
Emmett seemed at a loss for words for a second, "She will come back to us. She always does."
I turned towards the television I had been avoiding.
A brunette stood outside of the school holding a microphone, "I am here at Lincoln High School where earlier a gunman was loose. The man who has not been identified yet has been taken into custody. Police are still clearing the building out but right now they are saying 13 people are dead and 31 are injured. The only name they have released so far is Isabella Cullen. She was a teacher here and both the cops and her students are calling her a hero. She barricaded her students behind a fold up table and a couple of bookshelves. The students told us that when the gunman entered the classroom and started firing at the bookshelves, she went after him with a pair of scissors. She was shot twice in the process. There is no word yet on her condition but we do know that she was rushed to the hospital. School officials are setting up a candle light visual for tonight for all the victims. You can find that information and any other information we receive on our website. We will keep you updated through the evening and coming days."
The news went back to the man at the desk and I turned away. The rest of the family arrived shortly after that. Everyone was there except Rose who was watching the kids. We sat in the hospital waiting room for hours. I was unable to sit still and as a result spent much of the time pacing.
The waiting room started to fill up quickly after my family arrived. There were teenagers and families wanting to know about the injured. There were cops trying to get answers. There were reporters looking for a story. The noise level grew to an unbearable buzz as the hours passed. But then doctors started coming out with news of loved ones and people slowly trickled out of the waiting room. The process took several more hours but eventually it was just me and my family again.
I almost couldn't take the wait anymore when Dr. Niles came and the entire room fell silent. He scanned the room quickly before his eyes settled on me. I braced myself for the worst and walked over to him.
"How is she?"
"Edward, you're my friend and I am not going to lie to you. I'm not going to sugar coat it or leave anything out. She's not good. The first bullet didn't do much damage. It went through a bit of muscle and logged itself in her shoulder. It didn't hit anything major. The second bullet is the problem. It hit the bottom of her left lung and did a lot of damage. We tried to repair the damage but it was just too severe. We had to remove the damaged part of her lung. Luckily we were able to keep about 75% of her lung but she's weak and her vitals aren't good. She's probably not going to make it through the night." He laid a hand on my shoulder, "I recommend you say goodbye."
I lost it and collapsed with tears streaming down my face and a broken heart.