I wake up in terrible pain and my heart racing.

Hamilton has grown a decent amount in the past three weeks and sits up as I do, rubbing his head against my arm as I grasp at my chest. Fuck, this isn't good. Emmett isn't home, and I'm suddenly terrified. I grab my phone off the dresser, dialing his number and praying he isn't too busy.

He doesn't answer, and I quickly dial Carlisle next.

He answers on the third ring. "Bella? Are you okay?"

I rush out the words as I gasp. "S-Someth-things wrong," I cry. "Em's not home a-and … my chest hurts. H-Heart's racing."

"Esme, call an ambulance to Bella's house," he says before talking to me. "Just hold tight, kiddo. I'm on my way. I'll call Edward, too."

I just cry as he puts me on with Esme once she's done talking to nine-one-one. She tries to assure me it'll be okay, but I'm so scared. I always knew this could happen at any time, but I've been doing pretty well since I got home, and I'm not ready for it.

I'm not ready to die.

I'm not ready to die alone.

It takes six minutes for the ambulance to arrive, and then seven for Edward.

"I came right away," he says as the paramedics put oxygen over my face and start an IV in my arm. "What's her pulse?"

"One-ninety-three," the woman says. "BP is one-eighty-two over one-twenty-six and O2's eighty-eight percent."

He tells them what medication to give and listens to my heart as Carlisle bursts in next. It's only minutes before they load me up, but the pain is only worse, and it's not long before my vision starts to fade out.

"Hang in there for me, sweetheart," Edward says, whispering in my ear. "I'm going to take care of you."

Please.


Thanks to May, Nole, Fran, Brier, and Meg for prereading and Sally for Beta'ing.