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December 7, 1941

Bella

It was as if the world moved in slow motion. We watched in horror as a fireball engulfed the air, the low blast hitting us just seconds later, followed by the unmistakable sound of the alarm blaring across the harbor. More planes came flying by, all headed toward the base and they were followed by the sound of gunfire.

It was an attack.

We were under attack.

"Everyone to the hospital!" I yelled as we all ran inside to change. I ran back to my bedroom, grabbing the first dress I could find and throwing it on.

My shoes weren't even properly on as I ran out of the house.

"Izzy, wait!" I heard Alice yell from behind me, but I couldn't stop. More planes kept flying over us toward the base, the sound of explosions and gunfire echoing through the area.

Just as I turned a corner, Alice suddenly yelled, "Isabella, take cover!"

Out of nowhere, a plane flew over us and fired at the civilians. I threw myself behind a fountain, using my arms as shields as debris and bullets flew past me. People screamed, ran and cried as we kept getting fired at until the plane passed. The once calm and quiet town had fallen into chaos. There were so many dead on the street, so many injured. A woman at the other end of the street was pressed against the shop's wall, clutching her leg as blood poured out of her open wound. I quickly got on my feet, tugged at my dress' belt and fell on my knees next to her.

"What the hell is going on?" She cried out.

"I don't know, I don't know," I stuttered. "Get as far from the area as possible!" I yelled at the people who ran past me.

"Izzy!" Alice came out of nowhere and fell to her knees next to me.

"Where are the rest?" I asked as I secured the tourniquet to keep the woman from bleeding out.

"I-I don't know. I lost Rosalie and Angela when they started shooting at us," she cried.

"We need to get her to the hospital," I said, nodding toward the girl who was withering in pain. "I need your help, Alice."

But before she could say anything else, a second plane flew over us and began shooting. Alice threw herself at me and I hit the pavement hard as she shielded my body with hers. The girl I was helping is also lying next to us, her arms shielding her head as we are rained on by bullets and debris. All I can see is her trembling body. I reach and take her hand in mine as we wait for the plane to pass.

"Are you guys hurt?" Someone asked as they ran to us after the plane had passed.

"Alice?" I turned to my sister. She nodded her head, shaking off some of the debris off her.

I turned to the man and said, "Please, help me get her to the hospital." I pointed to the girl who fortunately was also unharmed.

The man nodded, bending down to pick up the girl into his arms. She cried out in pain as he hoisted her up. He nodded for us to get up and we did.

"You guys go ahead, we'll be right behind you. We have to be quick before another plane comes," he said.

Alice grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the hospital, the man keeping up behind us as raced down the streets.

When we got to the hospital, the staff were evacuating the patients from upper floors and getting them away from the windows. I pointed the man to where he could take the girl to get looked at before running after Alice who'd gone after another couple of nurses.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Jackie, one of our fellow nurses, asked as she helped a patient off their bed and into a wheelchair.

"The Japanese," a man said, who was also helping evacuate patients. He was dressed in military green. "There's been talk for weeks about a possible attack, but I never thought I'd see the day."

"Is the Navy fighting back?" Alice asked, looking out the window. We were much closer to base now, all we could hear were the planes, bullets and explosions. "I can't tell if any of our planes are out there with all this smoke."

My heart sank as I secured my patient's arm over their torso.

Edward.

We were supposed to spend the day together. We were supposed… oh, god was he awake? Did he know what was happening? Was he on a plane? Or was he… was he… I shook the nasty thoughts away.

Focus. I need to focus.

A bomb is dropped outside the hospital. The entire building shakes, windows shatter, cracking the walls and ash falling on us as we all throw ourselves to the ground. I groaned at the sudden ache in my neck and the buzzing in my ears.

"We…we need to get the patients to the basement," I yelled, but my voice sounded muffled over the buzzing in my ears.

Just as we were moving the patients to the basement, the first injured started arriving. Men carrying their fellow soldiers, their friends and others dragged themselves to the hospital. All the doctors and nurses threw themselves to help as many as we could, but we weren't enough. I tried to work and stabilize as many as I could, giving them morphine to ease their pain, but for some there was no use. Their injuries were too severe. I had a young man on the table who was bleeding out from the abdomen and screamed as I tried to stop the bleeding.

"Doctor! I need a doctor!" I yell out as I put pressure in the wound.

"Doctor, what do you need?" I asked, trying to call his attention when he stopped moving, staring blankly at the man on the table screaming in pain. He doesn't answer. "Doctor! Tell me what you need! We need you right now!"

He looked at me and stuttered out everything he needed to take care of the wound. I gave him everything before running to the other patients. It was all too much. My adrenaline was high and my heart felt like it was close to exploding in my chest. People all around me were soaked in blood, burnt and some even had missing body parts.

Another bomb is dropped near the hospital and the people around me cry out terrified.

Dr. Johnson ran up to me. "Isabella, there's too many of them and we are running out of supplies. We need to triage these patients. I need you to go outside and assess the injured. Mark M for those who have had their shot of morphine, C for critical and F those who won't make it. We can't help them all but we have to do as much as we can!"

"What? No, you're asking me to choose who gets to live or die, I can't do that!" I cried out.

"I need you to! If you don't, then more will die. There's too many here, too many for us to help. I need you Isabella!"

It took everything inside me not to burst out in tears right then and there, but I kept my composure because I knew they needed me. With a curt nod and my heart at my throat, I went in search of something to mark the patients with. We didn't have any markers or anything that would be bright enough for anyone to tell over all the debris and ashes some of these men were covered with. That is until I found a bright red lipstick at our nurses' station.

Running outside, I was met with a sea of injured men all headed toward me. A shaky breath left me. I was on the verge of collapsing.

I threw myself into work, assessing the patients as best as I could in all the chaos, marking them and sending them off to the right areas where there were doctors that could help the ones who had a chance at survival and keep the ones who wouldn't comfortable.

"Please," one of the navy soldiers asked as I assessed his abdominal injury. "I don't want to die!"

"You'll be fine, sweetheart. You'll be fine," I lied to him as I marked the F on his forehead. I looked at the man who was carrying him and said, "Take him with the others, he's not going to make it."

"Izzy! Izzy!"

Emmett and Seth came running at me, carrying Jasper between them. Jasper was screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to get out of their grasp. My heart stopped momentarily until I saw his left leg. It was burnt badly.

"I need a stretcher!" I yelled over my shoulder before running over to them. "What happened?"

"He couldn't get out of his plane on time before the bomb went off," Emmett said as he and Seth laid him on the stretcher Jessica rolled over to us. "Is he going to lose it?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't tell them there was a chance Jasper could lose his leg. Not only was it burnt, but it was mangled pretty bad. He was losing a lot of blood. Reaching down, I pulled off my pantyhoes since we ran out of things to make a tourniquet and used them to make one on his leg.

"Where's Edward?" I asked as I tightened the tourniquet. Jasper screamed, folding over and Emmett had to push him back. "Where's Edward?" I asked again.

Seth looked at Emmett, waiting for him to answer and Emmett looked back with the same expression. The fear in their eyes only heightened mine.

"WHERE'S EDWARD?" I yelled.

"I don't know," Emmett said, his voice trembling. "The last time I saw him, he was getting on a plane when the attack first started. I haven't seen him since."

A knot formed in my throat.

"Rosalie?" he asked.

"I-Inside," I said. I inhaled sharply and pointed over to the burnt section as I marked a C over Jasper's forehead. "Take him there right now. He needs to be rushed to surgery."

The attack lasted over an hour, but it felt like an eternity. I ran around marking people, separating those who would make it from those who wouldn't.

I'd never seen so many dead bodies in my life and I never imagined Angela would be among them. A young man rushed in with her lifeless body in his arms. He'd found her in the street near one of the areas where bombs had been dropped. I never even realized she wasn't at the hospital, that we left her behind, and I didn't think I could ever forgive myself for that.

By the time the sun began to set, the Navy base came still but death still among us. There were soldiers trapped in the ships that were sinking, soldiers that needed to be brought to the hospital to be taken care of and everyone was doing the best they could to get them out.

"Iz?"

I looked up to find Emmett standing over me. He took a seat next to me on the hospital steps as we took in all the smoke and remnants of the attack ahead of us. He was covered in ash and blood that wasn't his, but of all those men he helped get to the hospital. His friends.

"They're going to amputate it," he said, his voice ragged. "They're going to amputate Jasper's leg. Alice is with him right now."

"And Seth?"

"He's helping out inside. He needs to keep himself busy to distract himself from the fact that Edward is not here yet." A tear slipped down his cheek and Emmett shook his head. "He can't be dead…"

I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to give him hope and tell him that Edward was alive, and he'd be here any minute, safe and sound. But I couldn't when deep down I was just as afraid as he was.

"Angela's dead," I whispered.

Emmett looked at me with wide, teary eyes.

"I think it happened when we were running to the hospital. We were getting shot at and bombarded… I was with Alice and I didn't think… I mean, when I saw Rosalie here I assumed she came with her. I never realized we left her behind. And I don't even know if Ben is alive to tell him."

Emmett shook his head. "He was in the Arizona this morning."

I couldn't hold it in then. A sob burst out of me and my head fell between my hands. Emmett grabbed me and pulled me into his chest as I cried. I grieved over the loss of my friends. I cried out of fear for Edward, who still hadn't shown up. I wanted to believe he was out there helping search and rescue. I wanted to believe he was okay. But as the pile of dead grew and grew, that hope diminished.

Soon Emmett let me go to go look for Rosalie and I stayed on the steps, picking at the dirt from under my nails. It was of no use. Much like Emmett, I was also covered in ash and blood. I was tired. My legs and back ached, as well as my head. Hell, nobody had eaten anything all day.

Just as I was thinking about getting everyone something to eat, something caught my eye out in the distance. I squirted my tired eyes, unsure of who it was until he walked under one of the few working post lamps and I felt the air leave my lungs.

Edward.

It was Edward.

Before I could think about it, I stood up and ran to him, relief washing over me in overwhelming waves. He was alive! Edward was alive!

Edward half grunted and half laughed when I threw my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I didn't think you'd ever be this happy to see me," he said, his voice tight as he wrapped his arms around me.

I laughed through my tears and hugged him tighter. He smelled of smoke and gunpowder, but that didn't bother me. He was here and he was okay.

"I was so scared," I cried. "There were so many dead…"

"Shh…" He rubbed my back. "Is everyone okay?"

"Jasper is in surgery right now." I pulled away enough to look at him. His emerald eyes were wide. "They are going to amputate his leg. It can't be salvaged."

A ragged breath left him.

"But he'll be okay? What about Seth or Emmett?"

"Yes, he should make a full recovery. Seth and Emmett are inside and they are okay."

Edward nodded to himself, a small hint of relief washed over his rugged features.

"What about the girls?"

I shook my head, tears clouding my vision. "We're okay, but Angela didn't make it."

Edward pulled me against his chest. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I'm so sorry."

I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"I was so scared you were gone, too. The hours passed and you didn't show up, and I was scared that you were gone as well."

"I managed to hit a couple of their planes," he whispered against my hair. He began swaying on his feet. "I was fine until they struck mine and I made an emergency landing. After that, I helped battle from the ground."

"But are you okay? Are you injured?" I tried pulling away, but his grip on me was tight and prevented me from doing so.

Edward chuckled against my ear and I didn't like how airy it sounded.

"I didn't think I'd see the day you'd be worried about me."

"Edward."

"I… I'm fine," he grunted.

I pushed myself out of his grasp, hard and gave him a once over, but at first glance, nothing looked out of the normal. Yes, he was filthy like the rest of us, but there weren't any visible wounds. I stopped when I saw a small patch of red on his shirt by where his ribs were at. The corner of his lips twitched as I reached over and lifted his shirt. Edward groaned.

His torso was bandaged up, but it wasn't stopping the bleeding that soaking through it.

"Were you shot?" I asked.

Edward didn't answer. He swayed on his feet and they gave out from under him. I managed to catch him, but he was too heavy for me and I went to the ground with him.

"No, no, no," I cried out, pulling his head on my lap. His eyes rolled back. "No, no! Edward, look at me!" He didn't open his eyes. His lips had gone pale. That wasn't a good sign. "Help! Help me, please!" I yelled over my shoulder. "Help!"

Author's Note:

Thoughts?

I know many of you wanted Jessica to be the one to die, but unfortunately, it was Angela. But she was such a good friend to Bella, I teared up writing about her death. And our two little lovebirds still have a long road ahead of them, especially after this.