Seconds, minutes, hours, days I sat next to Emmett, holding his hand, wishing and praying every minute the same. That he will be all right. But nothing happened. I cried, screamed and yelled from frustration. Sometimes I sat for hours, just sobbing his name. Carlisle did a few tests, but he still didn't know what happened with his son. Edward and Alice kept searching but no results came out. They only knew that he was alive, he was there somewhere. Jasper left because he couldn't bare the pain, coming from Emmett. Poor Jasper didn't had to bare only Emmett's pain, but ours too. Mine was far...
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