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I looked down at my beautiful wife in a panic. How could this have happened? I'd looked away from the road for a moment, and now she lay, an unconscious angel in my arms. She'd asked me to look back at the road, but I couldn't resist the temptation of looking into her hypnotizing brown eyes.
My vision blurred and I wiped away the tears that were beginning to spill over. I was breaking out in a cold sweat. This could not be happening, this could not be happening.
I tried to distract myself from my panic by going into medical mode. My years in the hospital helped me to achieve my goal. I ran my hands over her body searching for anything out of place, needing to look at her as if she were anyone else. I needed her to not be the woman I loved right now, because if she was, it might just kill me. I pushed away those thoughts and continued my examination. Her right leg might have been broken from where the other car collided with her.
I winced at the memory and moved on. She had some major scrapes on her right arm and I had a feeling that there was glass that needed to be removed. There were some shallow scrapes along her cheek, and she was bleeding profusely from a spot just above her hair line. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that head wounds merely bled more than most.
The frantic husband part of me was slowly being calmed by my medical experience as the ambulence appeared. Nurse Cheney jumped out of the back and ran toward me with the stretcher. "Dr. Cullen, hurry. We've got everything ready at the hospital."
I picked Bella up and placed her on the stretcher and helped Angela lift it into the ambulance. Once in the back myself, the driver pulled a quick u-ey and headed for the hospital.
I was glad it was Angela in the back with me. She had been a friend to Bella since college and was working extremely hard to make sure that nothing was forgotten in taking care of my Bella. Her eyes locked with mine for a moment. "Dr. Cullen, are you hurt?"
I shook my head, unable to form any words at the moment. She nodded and turned all her attention back to Bella. I tried to help her, but she quickly had everything under control.
"Edward," Angela's husband caught my attention from the front seat. I hadn't even noticed that he was the one driving. "She's going to be okay."
"I know, Ben. Doesn't stop me from worrying about her, though." I looked down at Bella. I was relieved to see that her breathing was constant. I increased the pressure I was placing on her hands and prayed to some higher power that they wouldn't take her from me. They couldn't. I couldn't lose my Bella.
Angela's hand covered mine. I looked up at her, tears blurring my vision. "She'll be fine. She's already stable, Edward."
I nodded and gave her my best watery smile, "You're right, I know you're right. I just need to see her open her eyes. I need to hear her say something." I closed my eyes and leaned down to press my lips to her fingertips. Please, please, please, don't take her away from me. I have never asked you for anything in my life, and there is nothing in the world that can hurt me worse than losing Bella.
There are no words for the relief that I felt the moment that we pulled around to the back of hospital. My father was pacing in front of the door waiting for us. I hadn't realized that he was on duty tonight, but I felt that some of my prayers were being answered. My father would never let anything happen to her. He loved her too.
The doors flew open and he was helping me pull her out. The stretcher was on the ground for mere seconds before it was moving. As we were running her to the ER and my father turned to me. "Edward, you need to stay out here."
I shook my head vehemently. "No, I'm staying with Bella." I wasn't going to leave her.
"Edward, you're too close to the situation." He placed a hand on my chest and shoved lightly, still not slowing his pace or Bella's forward motion to surgery. "You need to call Alice and let her know that you're going to be late. Then call your mother and tell her that I'm going to be late. I'll take care of Bella. I promise, she'll be fine."
I trusted my father completely. He would do everything possible, humanly and beyond, to save the woman that I loved. And though it hurt to do it, with one last look at Bella, I let them go. She WAS going to be okay. I just had to keep telling myself that.
I took a few deep breaths and turned away from the room that now held the woman that I loved. I walked down the hallway in a daze, trying my hardest to push away the images that would now forever be burned into my mind. I stepped into the waiting room and did as my father had told me. I pulled out my phone and began to make some calls.
My sister was first. She and her husband Jasper had been babysitting the kids tonight. I thought about Renesmee and Mason as the phone rang. Alice picked up on the fourth ring. "Edward, where are you? You told me you were leaving the restaurant like an hour ago. Renesmee refuses to go to sleep until you get home and I've been having a strange feeling since I got your message."
I sighed. Alice didn't know how to shut up. "Alice I'm at the hospital."
"What? Why? Where's Bella? Let me talk to her." Alice spoke about a mile a minute. "Put her on the phone now, Edward."
"Alice," my voice faltered. "We were in an accident. Last time I saw Bella, she was unconscious. Dad's with her in the ER right now. I'm going to be late getting back so put Renesmee on the phone."
"Edward, are you sure?" She sounded calm, but hesitant. I knew that she was holding back her emotions so that no one on the other end of the line would catch on to what we were talking about. "We don't need to worry her."
"I'm not going to tell her, Alice." I nearly rolled my eyes. I might be upset at the moment, but that doesn't affect the need I felt to protect my daughter. "I just need to make sure that she goes to sleep. Everything will be alright." I was trying to convince myself more than her.
I heard Alice call my eldest to the phone. "Daddy?"
"Hey, Nessie. Are you being good for Auntie Alice?" I tried to not to choke on my words. She may be young, but Renesmee picked up on so many things.
"Yes, but, Daddy, you said you'd be home. Where are you?"
I took a deep breath. I couldn't lie to her, but I couldn't tell her the whole truth either. "Mommy and I are going to be late, so I'm not going to be able to tuck you into bed tonight. I wanted to say goodnight and I love you now."
"Can I talk to Mommy before I go to bed?"
The choking feeling was in my throat again, so I cleared my throat and moved on. "Not right now, but she loves you too."
"Okay, I love you Daddy."
I sighed, relieved that my daughter took my excuses so easily. "I love you too baby. Be a good girl and go back to bed."
I could hear the shuffling sound that occurs when the phone switches hands as well as soft footfalls. "Edward, when will you be back?" Alice sounded worried. I could understand. Alice and Bella had been best friends growing up.
"I don't know, Alice." I scrubbed my hand over my face in frustration. "I'll try to get back tonight, but I need to make sure that Bella's alright."
I heard a soft sob from the other end of the line, "She has to be alright."
"Alice, she will be. She has to be." I growled at myself. I couldn't sit here and talk about it anymore with Alice. She loved Bella nearly as much as I did, and that only made me more worried. More people that would be hurt if she were to...I couldn't even think about it. "I need to call Mom. Dad wants her to know he'll be late."
"Okay," she hesitated, not wanting to let go of the one line of connection that she had to knowing about Bella at the moment. "Call me as soon as you know something."
"I will Alice, I promise." It took a little more time to get her to hang up. I prayed that Jasper would be able to keep her calm until I was able to get her good news.
The conversation with Mom didn't last very long. We were on the phone just long enough to get her the details, and then she was on her way. She burst through the doors and pulled me into her arms. "Edward, she's going to be alright. God, would not take her from you and the kids. She will pull through." I took comfort from my mother. She'd always known how to calm my nerves.
"Mom, I can't live without her." I whispered into her shoulder.
"Shhh," she scratched my scalp like she did when I was a kid. "She'll be fine. Your dad won't let anything happen to her."
As if on cue, my father emerged into the waiting room. She dropped her arms, but took my hand and we both walked determinately up to him. "Dad?"
He held up his hand up to stop me. The look on his face worried me. "She's fine, Edward. She's even awake."
I nearly cried for the joy that was coursing through my body. I had not lost her. My world, my life, my reason for existing was not taken from me. "Where is she? I need to see her."
My father studied my face for a few moments. "I'm not sure that's a good idea, Edward."
Fear hit my stomach with a driving force. "Why not? Is she mad at me? Oh my God, she's mad at me. She told me to slow down. She's mad that I nearly got her killed." I winced at the words. She had every right to be mad at me. I was furious with myself.
My dad dropped his hand to my shoulder to distract me. "It's not that, son. When she opened her eyes, she," he hesitated, squinting his eyes as if looking for the right words on my face. "She didn't recognize me."
My mind rejected the words, but the answer slipped through my lips before I could comprehend. "Amnesia?"
He nodded, "I'm afraid so. I don't know how we want to approach this."
It only took me a few seconds to push through the haze. "I need to see her, Dad. I need to see with my own eyes that she's alright. I can't be away from her for another minute."
He nodded, "She's been moved into one of the rooms on the third floor. I'll take you to her."
I followed my father up to the room that held my love. He turned to me when we got the door. "She's probably not awake, but if she is, you don't want to overwhelm her. She's going to be confused enough as it is."
I ran my hand through my hair, tugging on the ends, and bit into my bottom lip hard, trying to wake myself up. This couldn't really be happening. I would wake up soon, and Bella would be curled into my like she always is. These type of things weren't supposed to happen in real life. They were supposed to stay in the soap operas.
"What have you told her?" I didn't want to be separated from her any longer, but I needed to know how she would receive me.
"I told her that her name was Isabella Cullen and that she'd been in an accident. That's all she really knows."
I nodded and finally walked past him and into the room. I could feel my parents behind me, but that didn't matter because I could see my beautiful wife as she lay sleeping. Her breathing was steady and her lips were slightly parted. I ran my fingers through her hair. She sighed in her sleep, "Edward," she moaned as her lips turned up into a slight smile.
My dad was at my side immediately, "It doesn't mean anything, Edward." He didn't want to me get any false hope.
"I know." But I smiled anyway. It felt normal. In all the anxiety, it felt nice to hear my name fall from her lips as if it were any night.
I let my eyes drift regretfully from her. "What do we do?"
My parents were watching my Bella carefully. My dad finally spoke. "For now, all we can do is wait."
I dropped my head and placed a kiss gently on her forehead. "I love you, my Bella." And I am so so sorry. I said the last part in my head because my parents would never let me get away with blaming myself. But it was my fault. It was all my fault. It was my fault that she had been hurt in the first place, and now she couldn't even remember me to tell me off for blaming myself as I knew she would.
My mother was watching me. "You need to get home, dear. The children will wonder where you are."
I pushed back a few stands of Bella's hair. "What will I tell them about Bella?"
She took my hand and forced me to look at her. "You'll tell them that she's with me, which she will be. I promise you Edward, I will always be here when you're not."
I kissed her cheek, "Thank you, Mom. I'll be back in the morning." It was one of those moments when I was glad that I was a doctor. My job required me to be close to her.
I let my fingers trail Bella's cheek once more before turning away in hopes that everything would be alright.