Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Faith, Hope, And Love

By Momma2Fan

Chapter 12:

Coming Around…

She felt like she was swimming in a sea of blackness. She could hear the rumble of echoes all around her, and was desperately trying to break the surface, only to find the darkness descending upon her once again.

“It’s been two days, Edward. Why hasn’t she woken up?” Charlie questioned.

“I don’t know, Charlie.” Edward knew the chief was frustrated; he was, too.

He watched as the older man stood up in frustration. “I have to get some air. If anything changes, you’ll get me?”

Edward nodded, not taking his eyes off of Bella. Charlie left the room, walked to the elevator, and waited. He was tired. Tired of waiting for his daughter to wake up. Tired of sitting in this hospital. All he wanted was for her to wake up and be okay. When the ping of the elevator sounded and the doors slid open, he stepped inside and jammed the button for the ground level. Once he was outside, he walked to the courtyard and screamed in frustration.

Edward sat beside Bella’s bed and gently picked up her hand, slowly raising it to his lips. He softly kissed her and then pressed his cheek to the back of her hand.

“Come on, Beautiful. It’s time to open those pretty brown eyes,” he nearly begged. He lowered their hands back to the bed and then followed with his head, pressing his forehead to her wrist. “I miss you, Bella.”

The silence that descended was deafening. Edward was almost asleep when he felt Bella’s hand twitch in his. He sat up abruptly and looked at the woman still sleeping on the bed. He was certain it was just a spasm, but then it happened again.

“That’s it, Baby,” he coaxed. He slowly reached for the intercom and pressed it.

“Yes?”

“Can you page Dr. George and have someone find Charlie Swan? I think Bella is waking up.”

“Right away, Edward.”

Edward looked back at the beauty in the bed. “Bella, can you hear me? We need you to wake up.” He watched as her lashes fluttered against her pale cheeks and did an inward cheer. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”

He sat patiently and waited for her to wake up completely, but it seemed to be taking her forever.

Charlie came charging around the corner just as Dr. George was walking in the room.

“I hear our patient is trying to wake up.”

Charlie pushed the doctor out of the way in his rush to get to his daughter. “Bells? Baby?” He picked up her hand. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

He looked anxiously at her hand in his and waited. When nothing happened, he looked at Edward and then the doctor. “I thought she was waking up!”

“Calm down, Charlie. Bella is trying to fight her way to the surface. She’ll wake up when she’s ready,” Dr. George assured the distraught man.

Edward wanted her to wake up just as much as Charlie did. He was tired of hiding the way he felt and wanted to shout from the rooftops she was the love of his life. He tried to rein in his frustration and wait patiently, but it was the most difficult thing he had ever done.

Charlie sank into the chair by her bed and began to speak. “Bells, we’ve been waiting a while to see those big brown eyes of yours. What do you say you open up and give us a smile? Come on, baby girl. We love you.”

As he finished speaking, Bella’s hand twitched in Edward’s again before she closed her fingers over his.

Dr. George smiled as he looked on. “Keep talking to her.”

“Hey, Bella, everyone is waiting for you. Come back to us, Sweetheart.” Edward watched as she squeezed her eyes tightly and slowly began to blink them open.

Bella tried opening her eyes only to be met with a harsh, bright light. She immediately squeezed them closed again. She wanted to raise her hand to shield her eyes from the glare, but both were being held down by something heavy and warm.

Edward watched as Bella slowly blinked her eyes open and realized the light was too bright. “Turn that light off, please.”

Dr. George hit the switch and the three men watched as Bella opened her eyes and kept them open.

Bella took in her surroundings and couldn’t figure out where she was. She looked around and saw her father sitting in a chair with tears running down his cheeks, but she couldn’t understand why he was crying. She turned her head in the other direction and saw Edward. She tried to smile, but something in her mouth prevented the action.

She yanked her hand up and felt the tube that was in her mouth and began to panic. She looked at Edward with wild eyes and whimpered.

“It’s a breathing tube, Bella. You were in a car accident,” Edward explained calmly.

Dr. George stepped in. “Bella, I’m Dr. George. If you’re ready, I can remove that tube.” She nodded her head slowly. “Okay, give me just a minute and I’ll have that out of there.”

The doctor left the room, but returned quickly with a nurse in tow. He donned a pair of gloves and then looked at Bella again. “When I tell you, I want you to take a deep breath and then blow like you would a balloon. Can you do that?” Bella nodded. “Okay, on three…”

The doctor counted, and on three, Bella blew and the tube was pulled out. She coughed as she took her first breaths on her own. When she lay back, she loosened the grip she had on Edward’s hand and looked at him.

“What happened?” she rasped.