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Tears Don't Fall

Summary:
Edward must leave Bella, but Bella is reluctant to let him go.
Bella is overwhelmed with sadness. Then, she finds out she is plagued with an incurable illness. Can she keep Edward by her side until the very end? This takes place in around chapter 2 of New Moon. I wrote this based on nothing, so forgive me if the information is inaccurate. DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my own untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.


Notes:
Mmm... I always wondered what would happen in these kinds of situations.


3. Chapter 3

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It is a little after midnight. All the day nurses have gone home for the night, and I am alone, surrounded by nurses who do not appreciate pleasant conversation. Charlie went home for the night, after my pleading. I cannot bear to look into those worn, brown eyes anymore. It is only a matter of time before I never have to see them again.

“Bella?” A godlike voice bounces off the walls. I crane my head to see his face. Edward pushes through the curtains. A sliver of yellow light seeps in through the crack he has just created.

“Edward…” I whispered. It has been a week after my cardiac arrest, and I found myself strong enough to say his name. Maybe it was his presence that was giving me the strength. As I push myself up off the pillows, he reaches over and gently pushes me back again.

“Save your strength and keep fighting.” His words are healing. But I see the horrid truth in his golden eyes that are lit by the dim glow of the call button above my headboard.

“Why are you here?” I found myself asking.

“I just finished up some work. I worked a double shift today.” Edward answered. “And anyway, there is something… something that told me you’re more than just a patient to me.”

Second epiphany since I woke up in the hospital. The first one being that Edward and his adopted father, Carlisle, did not remember me; for some strange, twisted reason. The second being that deep, deep inside, I would die before Edward remembered me. The pain was excruciating in my chest. The heart-rate monitor reacted to my sudden distress.

“Am I - stressing you?” Edward asked, concern crossing his face. But to my dismay, this is the only the kind of concern a doctor feels for his patient. I shake my head and flash a weak smile. Edward relaxed.

“What did you mean… about what you said before.” I asked, hoping that his answer might explain his amnesia and cure it.

“You seem very familiar. I remember your scent.” Edward answered hesitantly. I blushed, hoping he cannot still feel the sudden warmth in my skin. I had been condemned to the lumpy hospital bed for a week and have not had a chance to shower yet.

“Oh really.” Was all I could say.

“Do you know something I don’t?” He asked suddenly.

I think for a moment, wondering whether or not it would mean the same if I just told him that I was his one true love. It would be a lie, and the last thing I wanted to do was lie to Edward. He did not love me. If that incident had happened in the forest, that meant he did not want me and therefore, he was leaving because he did not feel any emotional attachment to a human girl like me.

“No, I’m pretty sure I don’t.” I answered with a weak smile.

Edward smiled that heart-wrenchingly flawless crooked smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. “I’m probably stressing you a lot…” Edward said, his eyes scanning the paper readout. “I should probably leave.” The thought of Edward leaving me forever was abnormally painful, and it showed on the readout. If he didn’t remember me now, he probably never would. The most I could do to save my own pitiful life now was to keep him by my side as long as I could.

“Stress probably won’t help if you’re going to recover.” Edward said, getting up to leave. My hand caught on the sleeve of his hospital scrub.

“Please don’t leave me. Your presence is giving me the strength to live.” I whispered desperately. Edward’s eyes were locked with mine. I radiated as much truth in my voice as I did in my eyes. “And you know I have to live. For Charlie.” Edward stared at me and then proceeded to sit back down.

“The last thing I want is for you to stop fighting.” Edward said with a grim smile, and then his comfortingly cold hand was on my face, lulling me to sleep with his electric touch.

“I’ll never stop fighting, Edward.” I whispered, and then my lids closed over my eyes and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.