"Where is he?" I asked through my sobs.

He rest on his knees in front of me. "Here in the hospital. He is going into surgery."

I looked around. "How long have we actually been here?"

He stopped for a moment to actually think about it. "Almost 3 days. He had one surgery already for something when he got here and now they said this was probably the last one he is going to need."

"Have you spoken to him?" I needed to know everything.

He shook his head. "He hasn't been awake." Thats when he stood and motioned for me to get back into the bed. I did not have it in me to fight it and honestly at that point was in too much pain to care.

A nurse came in to hook me back to everything and Edward sat in the chair that had been slid over to the side of the bed. Where I assumed he had been camped out the past 2 days.

I looked at my arm with the tubes and tape, then over my legs and any part of my body that was showing. Images of what happened flooded my memory as I remembered how each bruise was made. I shuddered and shut my eyes to take a moment to gather myself.

Once I was calm I looked over at Edward. "I'm sorry about this." There I was apologizing for something that really wasn't my fault once again. I felt like it was, but anyone would tell me I wasn't James so there is no way I was to blame. "Are they mad at you for not being at work? Or have you been to work?"

He took my hand and tried to smile for me. "Don't apologize. My job understands, this is important and no I have been here with you since I found you in the alley. I don't want to leave or be away from you.

I was a little overwhelmed. I knew Edward was special and perfect and I loved everything about him, but he just seemed so impossible. Like he wasn't a real person and defiantly not someone I would of ever seen myself lucky enough to have. "Thank you."

He pulled my hand up to kiss the back, then met my eyes. "Bella I love you, I couldn't see myself not being here. I want to make sure you are ok."