Oh my gosh, you guys! Thank you so much for your support! In the last week, there was one day where I had 132 views-in one day! I never thought that this fanfiction would get this much support-thank you for reading my work. It encourages me to keep going, knowing that someone is enjoying it.

Because of this, I think now is a good time to announce a little project I've been working on. It won't be nearly as long as this-it will only be a few one-shots. You guys can guess and I'll respond if you're right or not. My only hint is that it was once a popular book-back in the 2000s.

Again, thank you all for your support!

-CL

"Maxon?" America says tentatively.

I look up, blinking against the harsh light. "Is this-is this real?" I ask, whispering.

America sits down next to me and puts her arm around me. "Yes, Maxon. I'm sorry." She has tears in her eyes. "I wish I would have realized how much she was struggling."

"Ames, don't blame this on yourself. I should have known better. She's told me that she struggles with depression, and the miscarriage must've pushed her over the edge. I'm her husband, Ames. I should have seen it. I should have never let her lock herself in the Queen Suite to wallow in her own guilt. That just made it worse. It's all my fault. I should have been there for her, not-" I allow the tears to fall. "I've failed as a husband. I'm supposed to make her better!" I shy away from her touch.

"Maxon-" America reaches out for me, tears running down her cheeks.

"No, Ames. I just-I'm going to talk to Dr. Corden," I stand up, wiping the tears from my eyes. I walk away quickly, not wanting to talk to America anymore. I catch sight of Dr. Corden heading toward the operating room. "Doctor!"

He turns around. "Maxon, please, I need to pump her stomach."

I hurry to catch up. "I know, but just so you know, she was anorexic."

"That wasn't in her files, Maxon," he replies, but the color from his face drains.

"She never got help. She never saw a doctor about it. She hasn't eaten properly since two weeks before the wedding."

"And what does 'not eating properly' mean?"

"She only eats one or two bites of food a day."

"Shit," he hisses. "Now, I have to go. This just got a lot more serious. We have less time than I thought." He runs into the operating ward and I just stand there, considering following him.

"Maxon!" America calls out from behind me.

I turn around. "I'm going in with her, Ames."

"I know. Here are some scrubs." She holds out a scrub set. "While you're in there, I'm going to tell Carter, Marlee, and Aspen, if that's ok?"

"They deserve to know. Just-just in case," I choke out. I put on the scrubs and hesitate.

"Go, Maxon. Help Bella."

I nod. "Thanks, Ames." I run into the operating ward, finding my way to the room Bella's in.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to stop," a male nurse says. He's wearing scrubs, but I can still recognize him.

"Edward, I need to be with my wife," I respond, waiting for the recognition. It comes.

"Oh, of course, Your Majesty," he says, bowing. "Right this way."

Edward leads me to the room where Dr. Corden and Bella are, along with some nurses. "I need the pump, now!" Dr. Corden roars. "I'm losing her!"

"Thank you, Edward," I say, already rushing toward Bella.

"Maxon, I'm going to need you to step back," Dr. Corden instructs. A nurse rushes in with a machine. Dr. Corden puts a tube down Bella's throat and starts the machine. "I want it working as fast as possible. Make sure she's sedated." Nurses bustle about, doing what they're told. I step forward, seeing the blood dripping down her arms. Dr. Corden catches me looking. "She's not going to bleed out, Maxon. I need to get the drugs out of her system before I stitch her up."

I nod. "Thanks, Doctor," I whisper. I bite my lip to stop the tears from falling. I hate seeing her like this. "Can I-can I say goodbye, just in case?"

"Just stay out of the way of the machinery."

I walk to Bella's bedside. "Bella-" I choke out through the tears. "Just please know, I love you. I always have, and I always will. I'm sorry I've hurt you like this." I grab onto her hand carefully. I bring it to my lips, through the mask, and kiss it. I move to her forehead, then to her lips. "Goodbye, my dear."

I turn around and see Dr. Corden standing there. He clears his throat. "Maxon, you can stay by her bedside, but stay out of the way of the nurses."

"Thank you." He nods and turns back to Bella. I grab onto her hand, praying that she'll be ok.

I see a bright light coming closer. "Maxon?" I whisper. I walk forward, my white dress flowing around me. There's a light breeze and my hair flutters in the wind. My feet are bare. "Maxon?" I try again. The bright light is getting closer.

"Goodbye, my dear," I hear Maxon's tear-filled voice say.

I turn around, my back facing the bright light. "Maxon?" There's no response. I start running away from the light, looking for Maxon. My dress and hair are still behind me like the breeze changed directions. "Maxon, I'm coming. I'll find you."

"We'll keep her sedated for the next three days," Dr. Corden says. "And we'll give her an IV to help her regain some weight." He finished the procedures and now Bella is in a recovery room. "I don't know how much damage those pills did to her. There's a possibility that she may not be able to walk or do normal bodily functions."

I nod, terrified. "Ok. Thank you for everything, Doctor Corden."

"Right now her vitals are strong, so I'm hoping that nothing major was damaged. I'll come to check on her in a little bit."

I nod. Doctor Corden exits and American enters, with Annabella in her arms. "How is she?" she asks.

I sigh. "They pumped her stomach and stitched her arms up. He said the cuts were only surface level, not doing any major damage. They just barely got the drugs pumped in time-there was a time that her heartbeat almost stopped. He said-he said if that happened, there would have been no way to get her back." I run my fingers through my hair, trying to cry. "As of right now, her vitals are strong and he's hoping that she'll make a full recovery but-" I choke back tears.

"Oh, Maxon." America hugs me with one arm, holding Annabella in the other. She has me sit down and lays Annabella in the stroller that she brought with her. She sits next to me, putting my head onto her shoulder. "You can cry, Maxon. Don't hold back."

I start to shake my head, but then the tears start falling and I can't stop them. "Ames, what if she doesn't come back to us? What if-what if she dies?"

"Maxon, don't think about that. It'll only make things worse." Annabella starts crying and she stands up and pushes the stroller around. "Maxon, I told Carter, Marlee, and Aspen. They're planning on visiting later."

"Ok-just-warn them that she looks different than she usually does."

"I already did, Maxon. Anyone would understand that."

I yawn. "I'm going to try to get some sleep before they get here then."

"I'll leave you to it," America says. She exits the room, closing the door behind her.

"Stay with me, Bella. Please," I manage before sleep overtakes me.