I know this is short. I got the idea form a Twilight-obsessed friend of mine.
"Dr. Cullen," I whispered. I could barely hear myself and was surprised when the handsome doctor turned to face me.
"What is it Edward?" he said calmly. It boggled me that he was able to stay so calm. Around us was ultimate death, the presence of it so thick that I swear I could feel it suffocating me. And he, a healthy doctor, was risking his life among the disease-ridden bodies to save any that he could. And yet he was still calm.
"Doctor," I croaked, "My mother…is she…?"
Dr. Cullen touched his hand to my shoulder, his skin cold against the searing heat of my fever. "She's still alive."
The relief of his hand left and he went to walk out. But I needed his company. I wouldn't let myself die alone among the unfriendly stench of the fever that had claimed my father and would soon claim my mother and I…
"How long?" and he amazed me again by hearing me.
"Not long, Edward. I'm sorry. I will try to save her."
His voice faded away as I tried to remain conscious. I wanted to live. But…at this point, what was there to live for? My dad was dead…my mother was dying…the influenza had claimed my father's brother, anyone close to me…even that little girl down the road…There was nothing to live for…nothing at all…