3rd

One Direction ran into the Hospital, eyes red and puffy, noses red, and snotty, every sign of crying, it was all there. Elizabeth had finally done it. Committed Suicide. Her 'family' finally broke her.
Those were thoughts that were going through their head, how could they not have seen it?

This is all my fault, I should never had brushed her off. Harry thought, feeling so hopeless and guilty, as he fell into more sobs, Louis holding him.

"We are here for Elizabeth Swan? Or Elizabeth Cullen?" Liam asks, the secretary looked up at him.

"Dear, you must have the wrong hospi -- no! Oh, dear, you can't see her, she's in. . . .surgery," she spoke, as she remembered the girl. Only, one thing was, she was in surgery because her heart was lowering. She would die soon if no one could do anything.

"Thank you." he spoke, before he and the boys moved to sit, all of them breaking down -- all but Louis. I have to stay strong for the lad's.

"Louis, you know Eliza wouldn't like that." Zayn spoke through his tears. He stood up walking away, "I'll be in the loo."

"Who are you?" a harsh voice spoke. It was Edward. He was to caught up to remember who the band were. Despite them being in the house recently.

Louis laughed unhomouresly, for he knew exactly who he was. "I'm Louis Tomlinson, you'd think you would remember the only people to help your 'friend'."

Edward immediately recognized him, as well as the others. They were people they had met, whom Eliza has saved so many times, as well as the one that mattered more to her. How could you of not known, as once you walked in, you saw pictures of them. Some with her in it, with a genuine smile.

"We are the Shadowhunters." another voice spoke, it had been Jace, and his voice held a sarcastic tone.

"Case you forgot, too." Isabella snarled, glaring angrily, yet no one could miss the fact that she, too, had cried.

"Um, excuse me, Dr. Cullen?" a nurse spoke walking up, tears in her eyes, "Elizabeth wishes to see you."

Carlise nodded and they walked to the place where Elizabeth was.

Elizabeth

I woke up, my eyes fluttering open, to pain in my body. "She's awake!" someone hollared, hurting my ear drums.

"Sweetheart, so many people are here for you, do you want me to invite anyone in?"

I shook my head, as I realized what happened. "I wish you would have let me die." I whisper bringing my legs up to me, my chest being exposed. "Please, let me die!" I plead, looking up at them.

"No, sweetheart, you don't deserve to die. At all."

"Yes I do!" I yelled sitting up, and getting out of the IV's, "If I did, people would not be mean to me! They would not call me harsh words! Why can't you understand that! Why?" I question, as I began to loose control.

I breathed deeply, and tried to keep from  crying -- I truly did, but I just couldn't. "Sweethart, calm—."

"C-Curly." I breathed out, "G-Get, get C-Cu-Curly." I say, and she rushed out, tears in her eyes.

When she came back, it wasn't Harry, it was Carlisle. Carlisle tried to touch me but I jumped from his touch, "Harry!" I scream, breathing in deeply, "I want Harry!"

I grabbed my chest, and suddenly the door opened, and there stood Harry, along with the other's. "We don't need this much people in here, please get out."

They ignored her, and Harry ran up to me, catching my falling form. "Izzy, breathe. C'mon. Breathe. In." he inhaled and I tried copying him, only for my chest to ache, "Love, look at me. You need to calm down.

"Pay attention to me, and only me." I looked into his green eyes, and copied his actions, soon my breathing calmed down, and I was in a group hug.

"M'so tired.." I whisper into Zayn's ear.

Zayn nodded and picked me up bridal style, I cuddled into his warm form, and soon enough, I was in a deep sleep.  

Zayn's Point of View

As soon as she fell asleep in my arms a doctor began to talk lowly as he hooked the cables up. "Dr. Cullen, I regret to inform you -- but Miss Elizabeth may not survive." 

"What do you mean, Dr. Gregs?" The so-called father of the family asks. I remember how El spoke so fondly of them all, and yet she seemed so frightened when around them. 

"Well, she had a lot of bruises around her, scars, she had evidence to have been raped -- and recently. . .we do not believe there is a chance of her surviving." 

"You think we did it?" Edward snarled to them and I looked at Harry who knew El better than us.  

"They didn't.  It was some other people, El refuses to tell us. We had reason to believe she drew them. . .but recently her drawings have been destruyed." 

Dr. Gregs nodded, "I will have to ask you all to leave. She needs rest. We will try our best to save her." 

We nodded and everyone moved to the door, "Wait, here son. We forgot that we found this on her." 

Harry took the CD case and frowned at the note. 

Hey, everybody. So, I know I am not going to make it -- I at least hope. So, I want you to watch this; after you read the note. I do love you - all of you.  Please never forget.