It was a Monday and I had just finished my daily rounds: checking on the patients, diagnosing them. So I headed toward my office, trying to get some peace while I could. But I couldn't. No matter what I did patient #3 was nagging in my head. I tried to push her away, but to no avail. I heaved a sigh, I didn't understand why her of all patients stayed up in my mind?? Yes you do know a voice whispered back in my ear. She reminds you of Isabella. It was true. Patient #3 or better known as Isabelle had the same mahogany colored hair, heart shaped hair, and ivory complexion as Isabella. Hell, her name was as close to Isabella as you could get. But what differed between Isabelle and Isabella was that Isabelle had blue eyes whereas Isabella had brown. I remember how very open her eyes were. One look at them and you would know whether she was mad, sad, happy, excited... you get the picture. Her laugh was the sound of bells so I had taken to call her that. Of course she preferred Bella. Oh how I miss her so!! I remained in my office grieving over her until my beeper started ringing. I checked the caller. It was patient #3! I hurried down to her ward. Her heart had stopped beating. I went over to the shockers (or whatever you call it!)
"Charge to 150," I said hurriedly as I quickly lathered them with a substance
"Release!" Daag! Still no heartbeat
"Charge to 250," I said as I positioned the handles on her chest once more.
"Release." Daaaag the sound went again. I looked over to see if she had a heartbeat. Nope. Damn it had been 1 minute. She was dead!!
"Time of death?" I asked the nurse
"4:35." she answered gravely. I sighed and went over to wash my hands. I walked up to my office to gather my things. My shift was concluded with a death. How great! My head was still full of pictures of Isabelle. You know why! The voice in my head replied. I sighed, I did know why. Isabella, Bella, Bells what ever you want to call her had died the same ways, same time, except that was 300 years ago. Exactly about the same time I got bitten. I couldn't save her. And now that was the same case over here. After I found out about Bella I had vowed to become a doctor. And now the same situation I always hoped for arised and it didn't even end the way I wanted it! Sighing, I checked my clock. 5:20. had I spent all that time wallowing? I better call Esme; she must be worried I was supposed to be home 20 min ago. Just then my cell started ringing. I checked the caller id, yup, Esme.
"Carlisle," her voice rang out the phone as soon as I flipped it open
"Yes it's me," I replied "Don't worry honey I just got a little caught up thinking."
"Thinking about what?" She asked curiously. I sighed
"Bella, honey, I was thinking of Bella."
I felt her immediately stiffen over the phone. It was a touchy subject for Esme; Bella was related to her like me. In a different way of course but Esme still considered her a daughter. It had taken Esme a long time to accept that she was gone and any mention of her brought back grieving in the house. Neither I nor my wife had ever gotten over Bella.
"It's just a patient who looked like her and died today." I explained to her
"Poor girl." Esme's voice rang back singing with sadness.
"Yes she is. Now honey I have to go be back home at 10."
"Ok," she replied her voice cracking. "See you soon."
"See you soon." I closed the phone. I hoped she would be back to normal when I got there. I sighed. not likely. As I said it took days for her to stop grieving over Bella. We had better go hunting, I thought, seeing as we didn't want the children to know about her, we didn't need excess questions and it was a sensitive area like I mentioned before I sighed.
Just as I was about to climb in to the car, I heard her voice call to me.
"Carlisle," she asked in surprise. I wheeled around,
"Bella," I whispered I couldn't believe it!!… There standing 2 feet away from me was my daughter!!
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?? SHOULD I CONTINUE??
FERRARI
