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Chapter Two

I doubt that I've ever seen so much strength in a vampire, let alone a human. This evening when I arrived, Mrs. Mason was quite well into the disease for she already was having trouble with her oxygen circulation. Edward was only mildly ill for the disease had not made it into full attack mode yet.

Mrs. Mason should've died hours ago, but she still drew breath right at this moment. Her lungs were completely clogged and she struggled just to get oxygen in her body at all. She was completely weak and deathly ill. Yet, she still attempted to care for her son who was better than she was at the moment but was falling into the disease quicker than she was.

She was desperate to put it mildly. She cared not for herself but her son. I've never seen such a selfless person, human or vampire. I tried to get her to take it easy, but she wouldn't have it. But still, I tried to get her to lie down, at least.

"Mrs. Masen, please. I beg you, rest. All this movement and stress will end your life more quickly." I reasoned.

She glared at me. "Do I look like I care? My son needs me and his side is where I shall be, whether it costs me or not. Are you sure that there is nothing more you can do for him?"

For the seventy-sixth time I answered patiently, "I'm positive. I'm sorry but I can't move the moon."

She gave me an searching look. Meeting her eyes, it felt like she saw right through me, right to my soul. "Very well," she said at last.

I listened to his heart rate, and it did not sound good at all. He didn't have much longer left. His vitals were doing poorly as well. Not for the first time, I felt my age as I updated both of their charts. I was giving everything I had to help them, but Mrs. Mason was not very cooperative as you can see.

"But is it everything?" I asked myself. "No," I answered. There was one last option. But I detested giving others my same fate. But at the same time, I yearned for an companion. I warred with myself for a moment. Then, I came to a decision.

"If worst comes to worst, I will change the boy. His mother will most definitely die first so he will have nothing else left in life. I will NOT take away someone else's life if they have other options. Yes, it's time for a companion. If only he will stay alive for a few more hours." I decided with finality.

I was brought out of my reverie by Mrs. Masen collapsing on the floor. I rushed to her side as fast as I could in my human charade.

"Mrs. Masen!" I cried. "Are you alright?"

"Hardly, Dr. Cullen," she replied. "But help me up please. I want to be able to see my son."

I made a snap decision. "No, Mrs. Masen. This is proof that you need to be in bed, regardless of what you say or do."

I lifted her protesting form and carried her over to the adjourning bed in the hospital room. Mrs. Masen had made sure that she and her son shared the same room. She looked awful, even worse than she did five minutes ago. Her strength was great, but she was at the end of her rope. She did not protest much. She wisely figured out that I will not put up with her arguments. She turned her head to face me fully.

"Dr. Cullen?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"I know that there are things that you can do that others cannot. Please. Save my son." She pleaded with her voice and eyes.

I was shocked beyond belief. Did she know my secret? Impossible. Regardless, her plea was all I needed to go through with my plan. I will change the boy with absolute certainty. "I will."

She nodded weakly and closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She never awoke again. I wheeled her to the morgue with purpose. I had another life to save. I hurried back for her son. He probably had just an hour left. I had to hurry, there wasn't much time. I decided to skip my trip to my locker and gently took up the boy into my arms and jumped out the window to go home. It was on the first story so no one would take much suspicion. I decided to take a risk and moved at my fastest. Yes. Right in the middle of Chicago. But if anyone saw me, I was an blur.

This time, it was a race between me and the clock. I prayed that I would make it in time.

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