"Whatever you do, Bells," I whispered to her, whilst the still intact side of my brain thought about how corny this was going to sound. "Don't stop fighting."
It was 3pm, Wednesday 13th September 2008 the day my best friend stopped fighting.
Bella's POV
It was so dark.
All I could see was black, and the blackness pressed down on me. I wasn't in pain, but it was uncomfortable; I couldn't move because of it. It stopped me from working. It stopped me… from helping Jake.
I could hear him, everyday, sat by my side. He cried a lot, when Charlie wasn't there. I could hear Charlie, too, but he didn't talk to me; mainly I think he just… Sat there. I think I made him uncomfortable.
A couple of days -or weeks… or months… What did it matter to me? –had passed when the darkness started to overwhelm me.
I tried to scream, to force my body to work; I knew this was it. My fairytale ending, definitely taking a turn for the worst.
What I found odd was that I didn't really care about death. I didn't care about whether I lived or died; I did, however, care about Jake, sat by my bed, talking to the girl he so resiliently believed would survive. I cared about Charlie, and about Renee, who needed me more than anything; but most of all- if I was dying, I could think his name, couldn't I?- I cared for Edward.
Edward… I love you. Goodbye.
I felt the tug of the darkness again, enticing me into the shadows. I fought against it; I had to say goodbye.
"Whatever you do, Bells," He whispered, tears threatening to overwhelm him. "Don't stop fighting."
I won't, I thought fiercely. Not until I've had time to tell you that I love you.
With a force I never knew I had, I pulled against the dark, its fingers slipping from me unwillingly.
The first thing I saw was Jake.
Jake's POV
I stared at her, mouth wide. She'd done it.
She stared back at me, her face weak but her eyes strangely detirmined.
"DOCTOR!" I yelled, making her jump. We needed a Doctor, now.
She frowned at me, and shook her head slightly. I guessed it took a lot of force on her part to move that much… I shut my mouth.
She smiled slightly, and reached out to me. I offered her my hand, which she took. She had no real strength, so I held my hand up and hers. I opened my mouth to speak, but she frowned again. I shut my mouth again.
With a great effort, she put out her other hand and rested it on mine. Frowning and gasping, she wrote on her hands with my finger.
I love you.
I gasped as she let her hand fall from mine again, tears glistening in her eyes. Suddenly, I understood.
"No, Bella," I told her fiercely. "You cannot stop fighting, do you hear me? You have to grow old, to have kids. Keep fighting, Goddammit!"
She shook her head weakly again, tears streaming freely down her face.
"It hurts." Was all she mouthed.
I stood up, all but running to the door. I daren't leave her, for the fear that this may be the last time I spent with her. Ever.
"Doctor!" I yelled, impatiently blinking tears from my eyes. "I need a Doctor in here NOW!"
On her bed, Bella cried openly. I hurried back to her, taking her face in my hands.
"I can't… fight any more!" She whispered, choking back the tears. I took a deep breath as the Doctors rushed in.
"Tell Charlie and Renee," She said, her voice stronger than ever before. "Tell them I loved them."
And then she was gone.