"I hope you feel better, Caroline," I said walking out of my 16-year-old patients room. She's been suffering from constant puking, horrible headaches and dizziness.

She is the same age now that Esme was when I met her, I thought to myself. Oh God, why did everything have to remind me of that perfect girl. Not an hour passed that I did not think of her.

There were plenty of patients today, which meant plenty of distraction, so maybe I would be allowed a little less agony. It hurt to remember watching her walk out of the hospital in Ohio.

Unfortunately there were also plenty of doctors on hand so I was not asked to help. It was almost my break so I decided to spend some time alone in the morgue.

Dark, nothing but dead bodies... sounds perfect for a vampire. I spent ten minutes thinking about Esme, who I also believe is my mate. But I can never have her, I let her go that day, and I will regret it forever.

"Guys, she's gone. Just put her in the morgue," I heard an EMT say outside the door. I slipped behind an exam table until they were gone.

Gone, just like Esme. My thoughts were interrupted by two very familiar things. A very special smell and sound, they belonged to my dear love.

I walked over to the body that was just brought in. This person was still alive, no doubt. I quickly unzipped the bag.

Beautiful. Mesmerizing. Incredible. My love. All these words ran through my head as I stared into the bloody face of Esme. Wait a minute, she's bloody. I was so fascinated by her that I actually did not see the state she was in, she lay there dying before my eyes.

It all hit me so fast. I could not let my true love die, this also meant I could have her forever. Quick, quick. What on Earth are you waiting for?

Although I'd changed Edward, I was still nervous. What if her blood was too much for me? I didn't want to put her through three days of agonizing pain. She is going to die if you don't, now do it!

I brushed her silky hair aside and bent to her neck, she smelled sweet. One, two, three.

She tasted... there are no words. Let go, Carlisle. Oh God, the burn. I wanted it, I needed it. No, you must focus on how to get her out of here.

The burn in my throat was agonizing, almost unbearable. I decided she'd be fine for a few minutes so I stepped out into the hall for some air.

I decided to call Edward so he could help.

It took him five whole rings to pick up, he must not be in lunch yet. "Yes, Carlisle?"

"I have an emergency at the hospital, I need you to drive down here immediately. I'll explain it all later," I said quietly and quickly. "Park by the morgue."

"You didn't do what I-"

"I'll explain later, I need you right now." I pressed the end button and went back to my love, Esme.

She didn't look any different but I could hear the change.

"I'm so sorry you're going through this, Esme," I soothed her, "But everything will be okay in a few short days, I promise."

Even in her critical condition she was gorgous and she even looked peaceful. I decided to clean her up a bit and get her out of the body bag. I got a bowl of warm water and a sponge, and as I washed off her blood I sang, hoping to make her transition a bit less agonizing.

One last chapter!