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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

14. Awakening

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~Edward Anthony Mason’s Point of View~

“Edward, dear, it’s dark; You should be getting home soon.” Mrs. Swan came into Bella’s room looking at the window then to me. “I don’t want anything to happen to you out there.” Her eyes were full of concern.

I was sitting by Bella’s bed, as I had been for hours. A lamp was on, creating dim light in the dark room. The light cast hazy and unfamiliar shadows. It was late at night, and Dr. Cullen had gone a few hours ago.

Bella had a broken ankle, as well as a cut that needed stitches on her arm. Dr. Cullen had bandaged every open wound Bella had, and he promised he would be back tomorrow to check on Bella. She hadn’t opened her eyes at all. It was nerve-wracking.

“Mrs. Swan, I don’t want to be intruding. It's just, I can’t bear…” I looked at Bella’s face painfully.

“To be away from her?” she guessed. I nodded and looked back at her.

She smiled slightly, “I understand, Edward. You may stay as long as you would like. Your mother has come by, she heard about Bella and she wanted to see if the both of you were alright.” Mrs. Swan said before my mother appeared next to her. “Stay as long as needed, Elizabeth.”

“Thank you for being so hospitable, Renée.” Mother embraced her before turning to us. Her red hair was done up perfectly no matter what the hour, and not a piece of lace was out of place as she walked over to us. “Sorry, love. I wanted to make sure Bella was doing okay. And you? How are you, dear? Quite the talk of the town, this whole thing is.” She murmured, sitting on the side of Bella’s bed. Mrs. Swan walked down the hallway to give us some privacy. Mothers green eyes looked down at Bella and then back at me.

“I’m…scared.” I whispered, taking Bella’s limp hand in mine.

“Edward, she will be just fine. I know you are scared for her, but you know something, sweet? That shows that you truly love her.” mother took my free hand in hers.

“I do, mother. And I just can’t…handle…seeing her like this. I just wish she would open her eyes, so that I would know she was okay.” I said to her, looking at Bella’s face. There was a bandage on her forehead.

Her porcelain face was smooth in deep sleep; she looked so peaceful-truly an angel.

“Oh Edward,” I looked back at my mother; she looked sad in a way but happy at the same time. “You will make such a good husband. You saved her life, dear. And she will awake, perhaps in the morning. I know the first thing she will see is your eyes, and the first thing she will feel is love for you. Be strong, dear.” She said to me. I could always count on my mother to have an honest conversation.

“Thank you, Mother.” I smiled as she kissed me on the forehead and then patted Bella’s hand gently.

“Sleep well, sweet. I will see you tomorrow.” She said standing up.

“Sleep well, Mother. I love you.” I called to her quietly as she walked to the doorway. She turned and gave me a reassuring smile before I could hear the soft taps of her shoes hitting the floor. They echoed until I couldn’t hear them anymore.

I looked back at Bella. It was a comfort to see her chest rise and fall from breathing; at least I knew she was still alive. “Sweet dreams, my angel.” I whispered to her, kissing a part of her forehead that wasn’t bandaged.

I made myself as comfortable as possible, still holding onto Bella’s hand. Then I turned off the lamp and let darkness take over.

I felt stiff when I finally opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep still sitting in a chair, still holding onto Bella’s hand. I let go of her hand for a second, standing up to stretch before sitting back down.

I yawned as a maid came in the room.

“Mrs. Swan would like to know if you wanted to have breakfast.”

I cleared my throat, still thick with sleep. “Tell her thank you for the offer, but I can’t leave her until she awakes.” I explained. I was hungry, but I didn’t dare leave Bella to wake up alone.

“Mrs. Swan thought you might say that. Shall I bring a plate up here for you?” the maid asked, smiling.

“Yes, thank you.” I smiled back at her before she walked out of the room.

I put my hand on Bella’s cheek gently, turning to her. She still looked so fragile lying there. I only hoped that she wasn’t in pain.

Almost automatically when I touched her something happened. Her breathing changed, and she let out a breath of long air. She smiled slightly, and I realized I was frozen-was she okay?

Her eyes fluttered, and then finally opened. She turned her head towards me, blushing slightly. Her eyes looked happy to see me-as if she thought it was a dream I was here.

“Good morning, love.” I smiled at her. I took my hand and held hers.

“Edward?” she asked, her voice cracked. She looked confused now.

“Yes, Bella. It’s me.” I smiled at her. She looked at her arm, her smile disappeared. She grimaced at her now stitched up cut and looked down at her ankle, which was covered in a bandage.

“Oh no.” she said, panicked. She sat up almost immediately and looked out the window, which a maid must have opened while we were both, asleep. “The barn! The horses! I-” she exclaimed.

“Bella, Bella please relax. You shouldn’t be moving so quickly.” I shushed her, helping her to lie back down comfortably.

“But Edward, what happened?” she asked me.

“The barn burnt down. I saw the fire truck turn onto your street. It was rather quick after that. I had to find you, to make sure you weren’t…” I trailed off, unable to continue with the sentence. “After I carried you out, Dr. Cullen made a house call to see you and you have been unconscious ever since.” I left out a lot of things-she could have details later if she wished.

She stared at me for a second. “You carried me out?” she whispered.

“Yes, love.” I nodded.

“And I’m not dead?” she asked, still whispering.

I gave a small smile. “I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to be.” I shook my head.

She had an awed look on her face. “I remember pain…” she looked like she was in agony when she remembered, “then when everything went black, when I couldn’t walk or even try to get up, I heard your voice. You were calling my name. It was the sweetest sound I could ever imagine-I thought you were an angel carrying me to heaven. Then it felt like I was floating…after I don’t remember.” She whispered, explaining.

“Bella,” I put one hand back on her cheek, “I was so scared. When I found you and laid you on the grass to make sure you were alive-” my voice broke, embarrassingly enough, “well, for a second I thought you were dead, Bella. And it was as if my whole world had crashed and burned along with the barn. Without you my life is meaningless. You are my whole life and will be forever more. I didn’t leave your side for more than a minute. I’m just so happy that you opened your eyes.” I said to her.

She looked almost teary, “I’m happy that I opened my eyes to you, Edward. I owe my life to you. And I love you more than anything. Thank you.” she whispered.

“I love you, Bella.” I said to her. I had been dying to say those words to her since I found out she was alive.

She smiled, “I love you too. I always will.” Then I leaned in and kissed her soft lips before we were both interrupted.

“Mr. Mason, here is your breakfast. If you would like it later I-” the maid began.

“No, thank you-now is fine.” I said to her, embarrassed myself.

“Shall I tell Mr. and Mrs. Swan that Ms. Swan is awake?” the maid asked me.

I nodded. “Dr. Cullen should be notified also.” I said to her. She nodded and set my plate on Bella’s small bedside table. I ignored it and turned back to her.

“Eat, Edward. Please-you had to sleep in a chair and run in a burning barn to save me. Don’t starve yourself too.” Bella pleaded to me.

I smiled at her. “Well I suppose, as you're forcing me...” I said before taking the plate and laying it in my lap. Then with a fork I began to eat, not caring what I tasted or what I was eating. The burning hot food slid down my throat and I finished quickly. I was surprised how hungry I really was after I finished.

“Edward, can I ask you a question?” she said once the maid carried my plate to the kitchen.

I looked at her. “Of course, Bella.” I nodded.

“What happened to me?” she gestured with her good hand to her arm.

I took a deep breath before explaining.

“You have a broken ankle and a stitched cut on your arm. Dr. Cullen can explain it to you better than I can.” I tried to explain.

“I should have listened to my father. He told me not to go in the stable, and I did. How stupid could I possibly be?” she groaned quietly, taking her good hand and covering her face. I took her hand and moved it so I could look at her beautiful eyes.

“It was purely an accident, Bella. Nobody could have seen it coming, love.” I told her.

“I know, yet it makes me upset. I burnt down my father’s barn out of pure clumsiness!” She was very upset, and I didn’t know how to get it in her head that it wasn’t her fault.

“Bella, love- If it weren’t for your clumsiness I would have never met you.” I reminded her.

She smiled despite her previous mood.“I suppose you’re right.” She laughed.

“I hear laughter, which must mean that you, Ms. Bella, are doing better since I saw you yesterday.” Dr. Cullen walked in. It looked like Bella was just as stunned as to his different looks as I was. There was something about Carlisle Cullen that was different than the rest of us, even besides looks.

“Dr. Cullen?” she asked, verifying.

He smiled, “Yes.” He nodded. I moved, just this once, away from Bella so that Carlisle could check her.

“Edward said that I had a broken ankle and a cut that is stitched on my arm.” She said as he checked her breathing.

“Yes, all of which is true.” He nodded, busy examining her cut on her forehead. He lifted the bandage off and pulled out from his bag more gauze, with some type of disinfectant.

“When will I be back to...er...normal again?” she asked him, wincing once as he placed the new bandage on her cut.

“A broken ankle will take at least a month and a half to heal. Two months for you to be completely normal again would be the time span I’m thinking.” He explained to her, now checking the deep cut on her arm. He put more clear colored disinfectant that as he spoke. Bella tried not to show it hurt, but a whimper escaped her.

I took an unconscious step towards her in concern, but she shook her head once at me. I nodded showing I understood.“I suppose that changes the wedding date then.” She mused, looking at me. I smiled lightly.

“A wedding in late September suites me just as well as one in August, Bella.” I reassured her, winking.

“Bella,” Dr. Cullen said to her as he looked now at her ankle, “you are going to need daily help walking back and forth. Really, and I plead you to take this into consideration, you shouldn’t be walking on it at all for the first week. Even when you think your ankle is better, one wrong step and it could break it again.” He said to her. After explaining how to use her crutches correctly he asked her if she understood.

She nodded. A few minutes later, he seemed to be finished.

“Ms. Bella, I truly hope you will get better soon. You should make a full recovery if you take things easy. If you need me before I come next week, don’t hesitate to call.” He said to her.

She smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Cullen. Have a lovely day.” She said to him. He nodded, giving us one last look with his odd topaz eyes before walking down the stairs. I heard a few words exchanged with him and Mr. Swan before the front door closed.

“Bella, sweet, how are you? Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Mrs. Swan asked her, in a frenzy of concern.

Bella smiled up at her. “I am slightly hungry, Mother. Thank you. I’m so sorry about the-” Bella began, a guilty look on her face. Mrs. Swan waved the air in front of her, silencing Bella.

“Isabella-your father and I are not concerned or upset about the barn. Besides, your father wanted to have a new one built and now he has an excuse. We are just incredibly thankful Edward was there and that you are alive.” She patted her good ankle before leaving to get Bella some breakfast.

When her mother came back, delivering Bella’s breakfast herself, she had today’s paper in her left hand. I helped Bella to sit up and Mrs. Swan gave the tray to Bella before turning to me. “I thought you might want to take a look at today’s paper, Edward.” she said as Bella groaned slightly when she caught a glimpse of the cover page. Mrs. Swan walked out of the room.

“Oh, no.” I murmured, opening the paper and smoothing it out so that I could read it better.

“Shall I read it out loud?” I asked her. She gave me a wary smile.

“Alright, I suppose it’s better to hear it now as opposed to later.” she shrugged. I nodded looking at it first.

Swan’s Barn on Fire

Blushing Bride Trapped Inside

For Isabella Swan and Edward Mason a normal engagement party just doesn’t seem to be enough. Last afternoon, fire trucks zoomed down Main Street to Mr. Charles Swan’s barn. Mr. and Mrs. Swan were not home at the time, but in town, when their barn caught on fire. Apparently, Isabella Swan was inside the barn, unconscious at the scene. For the fire fighters, unaware of the girl inside-what a mishap on their part- seemed untroubled by the burning building. It was only until Edward Mason, Isabella Swan's fiancé, ran through the streets to get to the barn was that they realized Isabella was trapped inside.“He came out of nowhere and demanded that he go in and save his fiancée. He just ran past us and into the fire.” Said young fire fighter, Tyler Crowley. Edward Mason came rushing out, the unconscious Isabella Swan in his arms, with the barn collapsing on top of him. One more second in that fire and the young couple would have died a tragic death. Dr. Cullen and Mr. and Mrs. Swan raced to the scene once Bella was out of the barn and lying on the grass. Collin Bennett seemed to have ran downtown to let the three of them know, though black smoke clouds could be seen from even City Hall.

Isabella Swan is now making a full recovery, though her injuries are unknown at this time. Edward Mason, the hero of the town, has stayed by her side since the accident took place yesterday afternoon. Nothing died in the fire, including the horses. The cause of the fire seemed to be a knocked over lantern. More news on Isabella’s recovery, and their new wedding date soon to come.

Once I read it out loud, I glanced at Bella.

She looked like she was going to be sick.

“Bella, are you alright?” I asked her.

“Doesn’t this city have anything else to write about?” she groaned. I didn’t like being in the paper either, especially on the front cover 2 times in the past 6 days. And I had a feeling that whoever wrote this article knew Bella- the headline of ‘blushing bride’ was chosen for a purpose. Bella blushed a lot.

“Actually, there are some articles about the war and influenza, though both aren’t under local news.” I muttered, looking at them.

I had been monitoring both topics for a while now. The influenza was coming to Chicago; already a few people have caught the deadly cold. It spread quickly; neighboring towns have figured that out the hard way. And as if there wasn’t enough death already, the war was bad. They called it the World War, and it was the worst yet. There was talk about a draft happening soon, and though every bit of my thoughts was consumed in joining in the army, Bella had changed a lot of those set ideas.

It didn’t mean that I wasn’t at risk to be forced to fight, though. And not many people came back from overseas alive, or even sane. I could only hope that I would be able to stay with Bella.