My Jewel
Disclaimer-The characters and story of Twilight don't belong to me.
A/N This is my first fic.
Elizabeth's POV
Dieing I lie here looking at the jewel of my life. He lies there consumed with fever yet still utterly beautiful. I have given up everything so that he could live a good life and now it seems that he will be denied that chance. I've seen a look in the strange doctor's eyes. It tells me he is dying.
My Edward – there is so much good inside him. No girl is good enough him on this side of the century at least. I hope that if-no when, he is well again that he can find someone who will understand him. He deserves a soul mate. No one is too good for my son.
Sadly I can feel my strength draining and I hope I can continue to nurse Edward so he will have a chance at a golden life. My burning fever has started to rise. Curse this flu! I feel as if I'm locked in an eternal battle against the approaching blackness and threatening delirium. I shall not, will not, can not give in.
All around me people are coughing, moaning and dieing without anyone to care for them. Few souls would care if most of the people here die. Maybe the doctors want to cure people, but their efforts are wasted. Most of the people here have already lost everyone near to them, I won't let Edward be alone. Strangely, I don't fear for my own death. My only fear is for Edward. He must get his chance to experience life. I won't let it be any other way.
I wonder, if I die what will become of Edward? His father and I have kept him so sheltered. My poor dead husband. He and Edward are so noble and chivalrous. Those qualities serve them well. Still I wonder what will become of Edward in the world. He shows promise in school and harbors almost boundless musical potential. I just hope that he will find happiness in his so far his life has been mediocre. An angel like him deserves an absolutely stellar life.
I can feel my strength steadily draining and I'm weary. The void of unconsciousness is creeping nearer.
The beautiful doctor with the strange eyes has arrived. "Hello Mrs. Masen." Is it just me or is the cheerfulness forced? Sometimes I feel as if I am too observant for my own good.
My parched lips struggle to form words and a very feeble "Hello Dr. Cullen." manages to escape.
Noticing my frail state Dr. Cullen begins to take my pulse. I'm glad that he seems to have taken a liking to Edward and me. In this violent tragedy where so many go untended, the attentions of a doctor are very much welcome.
Once again I wonder why I find Dr, Cullen strange. I could swear that his eyes change from gold to black and back again. I suppose the reason could be that his hands are always so cold, but that could just be because I am burning with fever. Something in me senses that he is different but also that the difference in him will help Edward. There is no doubt in my mind that Dr. Cullen will be the one to save Edward.
I have only hours left. "Save him" I told the doctor. He looked slightly taken aback that I was demanding something from him. I don't care about manners anymore. I am at the end of my time. Edward is the only thing that matters.
"I'll do everything in my power" came the reply.
Reassuring as that the statement was, I had to be sure he meant it. I called upon strength that I never new I possessed and clutched at his hand. "You must!" I glared at him for added affect since my voice was so weak. "You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward!"
Dr. Cullen looks truly scared now. Somehow I feel as though he will comply with my request. Suddenly the blackness is washing over me. I am powerless to fight my illness any longer. I feel the night closing over me. I love you Edward, my gem. I will always be with you.
A/N I hope this wasn't too redundant. Please I beg you, REVIEW!!!!