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The sticky, warm blood oozed out of the wound like an over turned bucket. Whatever she did, she couldn't get the bleeding to stop. She removed the soaked bandages and placed new ones over the wound, only for them to become soaked through with blood within seconds.
With a sad sigh, she took a small step away from her patient, looking him over. Her patient was a twenty five year old man that had a two year old daughter and a wife in the waiting room, waiting to hear some kind of news about this man. News that will ruin their lifes and change them forever.
From what she had heard, this man had gotten in a nasty fight with a vampire. The vampire got away with minor injuries, while the man had gotten stabbed through the heart, thats why he wasn't healing. Now usually a wolf would heal quickly on its own, but they aren't immortal. If a wolf's heart is injured, they almost always die.
And thats what was happening to this man. He was dieing, the life was fading out his eyes, the beat of his heart was slowing, his breath becoming more shallow, his tense and stiff position on the cold, hard bed was relaxing, his body going limp. She was watching a man die. A young man with a family expecting him to come home, that never will, because of a vampire.
Thats one of the reasons she hated vampires. First of all, they were cold, unnaturally cold. Secondly, they were blood sucking monsters. They had to kill to survive, they had to kill poor, innocent, defensless humans, such as herself even though she would never admit it, just for their own selfish needs.
Some of them had decided to go and be "vegetarians" and hunt animals instead, but that was still sad. Thinking of the little forest critters..the cute fluffy bunnies..little Bambi...thinking of those cute littles fluffy animals getting their necks snapped and they're life sucked out of them..that thought alone was enough to make her shudder.
The third reason she hated vampires was because the were dead. They had no heart beat, there was no blood flowing through their veins. They were supposed to be dead...six feet under...but no. They were the walking dead. They were cruel, unnatural beings, who should all be killed. She hated them a lot...and she head plently of reason to.
A loud wimper made her snap up, bringing her back from her thoughts. The man on the table made another wimpering noise. She moved closer to him, grabbing his cold hand, slick with his own blood, and looked down at him. He had his eyes closed, and he was struggled to draw in a breath. She pulled the bottom of her shirt up a little and used that to wipe the blood and dirt off his face. She held his hand and whispered soothingly to him.
"T-Tell my f-f-family I-I love th-them," he choked out, his voice no louder than a whisper. She nodded quickly.
"I will, I promise" she replied, her voice shaking slightly. He finally opened his eyes, looking around frantically before they settled on her own eyes. She was suprised at how intense his gaze was, how easily she got lost in them. She felt...connected to this man. Like she had know him her whole life...but she hadn't. She had never even seen this man before he walked, well was carried in.
The man gasped and lifted a shaky hand to touch her cheek. The contact sent a spark through her, traveling from her cheek down her spine, sending a warm feeling through her. He sucked in a shaky breath and whispered something, his voice so soft that she coudln't catch what he said.
A small smile formed on his lips, and just like that..he died. His eyes lost focus, his grip on her went limp, the hand on her cheek fell to the table, his chest fell, never to rise again, his heart beat its final beat. It was as if someone had turned off a switch, it was that fast.
She was confused, what were those words her whispered? Why did he whisper them? What did they mean? Looking confused, she stepped away from her patient, folding his hands neatly on his chest, and pulling the white sheet up and over his body. She now had to go out and tell the news to his family. Her least favorite part of being a doctor.
Today was going to be a very long day.
A:N- This is my new story, The Dark Waltz. It basically goes like this:
Bella and Edward met, dated, she found out about wolves/vampires (twilight) and then Edward left Bella (new moon) but she never jumped off the cliff. So Jake never had to save her, and Alice never saw the vision, so Edward didn't try to kill himself. Jake helped Bella out of her depression "zombie stage" and they became friends. Thats it, no romance between them. She started hanging out with more of the pack, and soon became the wolf girl, instead of the vampire girl. She became a doctor, and now works at Forks Hospital. She also has a little shop on La Push that is designed like a hospital, but only for the supernatural and the humans living on the reservation. And thats where the wolf in the chapter above comes along. Understand now?
Okay well thats the explanation...now please read and review! Tell me what you think, any advice or tips would be nice, and if you would like to see this continued. Thank you!
~Celia