Stuck in twilight

Peter's POV

"I'm just saying, if you weren't screwing her, you wouldn't be so worried." Jenny yells at me. I run a frustrated hand through my hair.
"For the last time, she is my coworker! And one of my closest friends! Of course I'm going to worry about her!" I yell back.
"Oh go to hell! I know you're lying to me."
"I can't handle this right now. I'm leaving." I say, grabbing my coat and keys.
"And where will you stay? A hotel? The paparazzi will be all over that." she says.
"I'll figure something out." I say walking out the door. I grab my phone and dial Jackson's number.
"Hello" I hear Jackson say.
"Hey Jackson. Would it be alright if I crashed at your place tonight?"
"Sure! Something happen with you and the mrs?" he asks.
"Yeah. I'll explain when I get there." I say, starting my car.
"Alrighty. See ya." he says, hanging up the phone.
I pull out of my driveway and sit in silence through the 45 minute drive. I step out of my car and jog up to the door, knocking on it.
"Hey man. Come on in!" Jackson says, motioning me inside. He closes the door after me and turns to me.
"What's up?" he asks me. I remove my coat and shoes walk walk towards the couch. We take a seat and I begin.

"You're kidding!" he says once I finish my story.
"Nope."
"She actually lectured you for being worried for your friends." he said with disbelief.
"Not only lectured me but accused me of sleeping with Liz." I say. He stares at me.
"I'm not." I say defensively.
"I never said you were!" he said putting his hands up.
"You stare at me like I am." I said.
"I stared at you because...I think she has a right to be worried..." he says cautiously. I look at him surprised.
"Excuse me?" I ask taking a sip of water.
"Well...dude, you're in love with her." he says.
I choke on the water.
"I'm wha...no I'm not!"
"Yeah. You are. Everyone know that you and Liz are into each other except for you and Liz."
I take time to think over what he just said. I don't have feelings for Liz do I? No. I have a wife. But that doesn't mean I can't have feelings for other women. No I love my wife. Wait no I don't! I actually despise her. But do I love Elizabeth?
"Hey, what're ya thinkin about?" he asks.
"Huh what? Oh. Nothing."
"Uh huh..."
"Do you think they'll wake up from the coma?" I ask.
"I don't know. We can visit them if you want." he suggests. I jump up, put on my shoes and coat and grab the keys.
"Ya comin?" I ask as he rushes around to get ready.
We hop in the car and rush to the hospital. I park the car and we jog to the building.
"Hi. We are here to see Elizabeth Reaser and Nikki Reed." I say to the receptionist. She looks up at me and looks down at her screen, her fingers quickly typing.
"Room 102. 3rd floor." she says in a monotone voice. I thank her and we rush to the elevator.
The doors open and we step out, looking for the room number.
"Found it."Jackson said, pointing to a door on the right. He grabs the handle and slowly opens the door.
Inside, I immediately look at Liz. Her body is so pale and still. Almost like the transformation scene we filmed in Twilight. Her chest steadily moves up and down with the help of a breathing tube taped to her mouth.
I walk to her bed and look at her face. So peaceful, so beautiful. I stroke her cheek with the back of my pointer finger.
Her normally full, pink lips are now pale and chapped. She is hooked to multiple machines through tubes and needles.
I gently push her hair back and place a kiss on her forehead. I look up to see if Jackson saw me but saw that he was too focused on Nikki to even realize I'm here.
I look back down at Liz and sit beside her on the bed. I grab her hand and hold it, stroking the back of it with my thumb.
A sick feeling enters my stomach. I brush it off. I'm probably just hungry.
"I guess we should go." he says, getting up. I nod but stay seated, the feeling in my stomach getting worse. My head starts to pound.
"You coming?" he asks.
"Yeah...I'm just not feeling...great." I say weakly. I try to get up anyways and my vision turns black. I stumble for a little bit before falling to the ground, the darkness consuming me.

Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep
I open my eyes and look around the room. Multiple nurses are surrounding the bed I'm laying in. I clear my throat and start to cough.
"Oh! Here you go." a nurse says, shoving a cup of water in my face. I take it and take a big gulp. I immediately regret it as the taste of dirt fills my mouth. I force myself to swallow it and hand the cup back to her.
"Thank you, miss." I say politely.
"Anything for you, Dr. Cullen." she says fluttering her eyelashes.
"I beg your pardon?" I say.
"I said anything for you." she says hesitantly.
"Right. Right." I say. I look down and see that I am wearing a lab coat with a name tag. I check the name tag and see that it does indeed say 'Dr. Cullen'.
"Well...uh. Back to work." I say hopping off of the bed.
"Dr. Cullen." an older nurse calls to me.
"Yes nurse?" I ask.
"Your wife is on line 2." she says.
"Thank you, dear." I say rushing to my office.
"Dr. Cullen." I say answering the phone.
"Hello dear." I hear a familiar voice say.
"Esme." I breathe, remembering to stay in character. Gotta play along with the prank.
"Hi. I miss you." she says. Liz is such a good actress.
"I miss you too, love."
"What time will you be home?" she asks. I quickly get up and check my work calendar.
"Uh...I get off at...6." I say reading it.
"Okay."
"Did you call me just to ask what time I'll be home?" I ask jokingly.
"Well, I missed the sound of your voice." she says.
"Ah, I see."
"I guess I'll see you later then." I say.
"I guess."
"Bye Liz."
"Bye Peter." she replies as we both hang up.
Wait a minute!
Before I could call her back, my phone starts ringing and I quickly answer it.
"Hello?"
"Peter?!" I hear Liz ask.
"Yes?" I say.
"Peter. This is Peter?"
"Yes. Peter Facinelli." I tell her, confused. "You lost. The prank is over. You can drop the act."
"Nikki! Peter is here." I hear her tell Nikki.
"Hey Peter, stay there. We are going to come to the hospital." she tells me.
"Hum. Okay. But the joke is over. You don't have to pretend like I'm Carlisle anymore." I tell her.
"What? Peter it's not a joke. Just...wait till I get there please. I'll explain everything when I get there. Just...be Carlisle. Please."
"Uh okay. Okay I will." I tell her.
"Okay bye."
"Bye."
I hang up the phone and sit in my office, waiting.