Chapter 2: Pain
Quil's POV
I ran into the hospital and ran up to the desk. "Claire Phillips," I gasped. "Room 313," the nurse said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. I ran to her room. Doctors and machines surrounded my Claire. She was bruised and bloody. I shook violently at the sight of her, but not from rage. I shook because I was scared I was going to lose her. The heart monitor didn't pick up her heartbeat. I sunk to my knees on the ground. I sat there and waited. Waited and prayed. Prayed that she would live, prayed I could hold her again in my arms. Doc. Madison came rushing out of the room. Seeing Claire's blood splattered against his coat was enough to make me sick. My stomach heaved but nothing came out. "Can I see her?" was all I managed to choke out. "Yes, Quil. You can see her. But you need to be prepared if she doesn't make it through the night," was his tired reply. I rushed into her room, but then I just wanted to walk right back out. Her face scratched and bruised, limbs in casts, and her breathing irregular and shallow. This couldn't be my Claire. My Claire, who was so alive and happy only hours ago. I grabbed a chair and took my sweet angel's hand in my two large ones. A silent tear ran down my cheek. They were soon followed by others. The salt water came faster and faster from my eyes, like a water faucet being turned on to the fastest point it will release water. I gingerly picked up Claire's small hand and placed a kiss very gently on it. I laid my head next to hers on the pillow and whispered, "Claire, honey? I need you to fight. I know you're tired sweetheart, I know. But, I need you to wake up. I need you to live, because if you don't, I won't make it much longer." I looked at my angel, who had me wrapped around her finger, who had been so hurt, and I gently smoothed her dark hair from her beautiful russet skin. I kissed her hairline, her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, her neck, and finally I kissed her lips as my tears continued to fall. I thought about the worst pain I had ever gone through, it was nothing compared to the pain of the girl I loved so much. Her pain is worse than dying by a vamp's venom.
Claire's POV
Am I in heaven? No, I can't be. There's too much pain, and an incessant ticking noise. I feel warmth against my hands. Suddenly, I start to remember everything. My sister's face pops into my head. I open my eyes and let out a long strangled sob.
