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Chapter Two-The End
----EPOV----
"I cant believe this," I thought to myself. How had my day turned into this? What had I done to deserve this? And why cant I get a hold of my parents?
I had been home all of fifteen minutes when the phone rang. I was trying to make a bottle for Jay and had to run to answer it. He screamed when I didn't finish his bottle and give it to him.
"What?" I demanded, trying to hear the caller through Jay's screaming. "Where is she? What happened? Damn it, is she okay?" The emergency room nurse's lack of answers to my questions was pushing me further toward the edge. "Yes, I'll be right there. Thank you."
I ended the call, but immediately dialed another number. "Hello? Mrs. Weber?" I said, I was losing control already. "Ang had an accident, she's at the hospital….No, they didn't say….I know. Look, can you watch Jay, I need to get down there. Thanks, I'll be there in two minutes."
I finished the bottle, picked up my son, and headed for the car. I didn't even stop to lock the door. I drove like a mad man to my in-laws house. It wasn't far, but I had no time to waste. My wife, my beautiful Angela was fighting for her life right now. Alone. She needed me and I was desperate to be with her. When I got to the Weber's I jumped out and grabbed Jay as fast as I could. I ran up the walk and through the front door without even knocking. I handed the baby to Mrs. Weber and turned swiftly back for the door.
"I'll call you as soon as I know anything else," I yelled over my shoulder before slamming the door.
I sped as fast as I dared through town to the hospital, slamming my way through the doors once I got there. The young girl at the check in desk looked up at me, concerned.
"Sir, can I help you?" she asked.
"Angela Weber-Cullen? My wife. Where is she?" I panted, out of breath from running from the car.
"They just moved her to the intensive care unit Mr. Cullen. I can take you to the I.C.U. waiting room, but you wont be able to go back yet," the little girl said.
"Whatever, let's go," I almost growled at her. She took me back to the I.C.U. and to another desk.
"This is Mr. Cullen," she said to the man at the desk.
"Oh. Yes, Mr. Cullen, if you'll have a seat, I'll go let the doctor know you're here," he said to me and then walked away. I couldn't sit, I couldn't stand waiting. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath. Just then a man in scrubs walked out into the waiting room and toward me. I tensed immediately, expecting the worst.
"Mr. Cullen?" the doctor asked.
"Yes. My wife?" I couldn't get any more words to come out.
"Angela rolled her car, Mr. Cullen. The officers who came in with her told us there was a log truck on the road behind her. She had moved closer to the edge, they think to let him pass, but then she over corrected the car and it rolled five times. Her seatbelt kept her from being ejected, but she is still pretty beat up," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Angela has a severe concussion, her right femur is broken, she has four broken ribs, and some internal bleeding." Shit. This is bad.
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked severely.
"I really can't make any guarantees, sir. We are going to send her up to Seattle. They have a bigger hospital there and are more-" I cut him off.
"I know, my father is a surgeon there. Look, can I at least see her? Please?" I begged.
"For a few minutes. Let me take you back." he said.
I stepped up to the hospital bed, and looked at my wife. She looked beat to hell. "I cant believe this," I thought again. This cant be happening to me.
"Baby? Can you hear me?" I said quietly. "I'm here now honey."
"I'm sorry, sir. She's pretty heavily sedated right now. She probably wont respond," the doctor told me. "We need to prep her for the move now, Mr. Cullen."
"Yes," I sighed. "If you'll excuse me, I need to call our families," I said, no more than a whisper. "I'll just be outside."
I pulled out my phone and dialed my father's number. No answer. My mother's number. Still no answer. "Shit," I thought. I was going to have to call Alice. "Mrs. Whitlock please," I said when the secretary answered.
"Who may I tell her is calling,?" she said.
"Mr. Cullen. Edward," I replied, my voice sounding dead, even to me.
"Thank you, let me see if I can get her." the girl said.
A few moments later, my sister answered. "Hello, Eddie," Alice said. "I've missed you so. When are you bringing little Jay to meet his Auntie Alice?"
"Alice, I don't know. Look, do you know where mom or dad are? Something has happened and I cant get a hold of either of them," I answered.
"Edward," Alice gasped, "What is it? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I could tell she was starting to get worked up. "Bella is calling mom, Eddie. She'll be here in a minute or two okay."
"Thanks, sis," I replied. I heard my mother enter the room then. Alice must have me on the damn speaker phone.
"Edward, honey? Are you okay, dear? What's wrong?" mom asked.
"Mom," I gasped, almost crying now and paused. "Mom," I started again, "there's been an accident," my voice was tripping over the words. "Angela-" I started again, choking.
"Honey, is she okay? What happened. Is Jay alright?" now mom was starting to get frantic.
"Jay is fine, mom. He was with me at home," I answered. "And Ang, well, she was coming back from Port Angelos, and it was raining. There was a log truck on the highway behind her," I wasn't sure I would get through the words. "Mom, it was bad. He was too close and she must have been nervous, she veered a little, thinking he may pass her, but she over corrected, and the car rolled-"
I was cut off then. "Oh Edward, is she going to be okay? We can be there as soon as possible if you want us."
"Well, she's in the I.C.U. But they actually want to transport her to Seattle, so you don't need to come down," I paused again. "Is dad working, mom? I need him to be there. I need him to help her mom. I cant do this without her." now I was crying. I felt so lost already.
"We will get him there bro. I promise. Dad will do everything he can for her," Alice finally spoke again. I almost thought she had left.
"Alice," I spluttered, "I don't think she's going to make it. I don't know how to go on-" I couldn't even finish the sentence. The thought too inconceivable.
"Try not to worry, pack some things for the baby and get up here. Rose will take care of him, I'll call her right now. We'll get through this Eddie," Alice was trying to calm me down, but it wasn't working at all.
"Thank you," I sobbed lightly now. "They're arranging the transfer now. I need to call Mrs. Weber back, mom. I'll call you as soon as we get into Seattle. Or-" I sobbed again, and then cleared my throat. "Or, if anything changes before then. I love you guys." I didn't even wait for their reply before hanging up.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself before calling my mother-in-law. She had to be going crazy right now. Angela is an only child, parents pride and joy. My beautiful bride. I remembered the first time I saw her like it was yesterday. I had stepped into my intermediate geometry class and just about pummeled into her in my haste not to be late. She looked up at me, startled, and smiled.
"Hi," she whispered. I smiled back, dazzled by her. She was sort of a conventional beauty. Very natural. She wore very little make up, but really, she didn't need any at all. She had a smooth complexion and flawless skin. Shoulder length, black-brown, straight hair spilled down around her collarbones. With that one word greeting, she had me. I was absolutely smitten by her.
"Hey, would you like to sit next to me?" I said, boldly. For some reason, unknown to me, she said yes.
"Mr. Cullen?" the doctor snapped me from my reverie abruptly.
"Yes? Is she ready to go?" I was eager to get Angela to my father.
"Actually," the doctor hesitated. This was it. We weren't going to Seattle. "Mr. Cullen, your wife went into cardiac arrest. We tried to get her back, sir. We've been trying for forty minutes. Mr. Cullen, Angela is still unresponsive. We noticed there is a DNR order in her file, sir."
"Yes," I replied. "There is. I understand. Thank you." a part of me just died. "May I? I'd like to say goodbye."
"Yes sir, of course," he replied and then led me to my wife.
"Oh, god," I was overcome in that moment. "Angela," I cried, "I love you baby. But I don't know how to say goodbye. I don't know how to do this without you, love. I'm not sure how to go on," I sank to my knees and cried. Cried like a baby, like Jay. Jay. My seven month old, now motherless son. How could I be a good enough parent to make up for the loss of his mother. This thought brought on another round of tears. I let the grief take me for awhile, but then it was time to call my mother back. To call her mother back. "Oh god," I said again as I stood up. I turned for the door, and stepped out, nodding to the doctor in the hall. He seemed to understand, but he didn't utter a word. I took my phone out again and dialed Alice's office number again.
"Mrs. Whitlock please? It's Edward again," I said, emotionless.
"Edward?" my mother answered breathlessly. I could tell the phone wasn't on speaker this time. I imagined that Alice and probably Emmett were there with my mother. "Edward," mom gasped again when I didn't answer.
"Mom, she's gone," I cried. "She didn't make it mom."
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she said. She was crying too.
"I need you mom," I sobbed.
"Yes"
"Will you come to Forks? Please, mom?" I begged her. I needed my family. I cant stand the thought of being alone right now.
"Of course,"
"And Alice and Emmett too?" I asked. I felt like a small child in that moment, asking my mom to kiss it better.
"Yes," she said again.
"And dad?" I was still begging.
"I'll call him right away," mom replied.
"Thank you, mom." I was sobbing again now.
"Yes, honey. We'll leave as soon as we can get a hold of dad," my mother was trying to soothe me.
"Mom, hurry. Please?" I was the child again now. I just needed my mom to be here. To try to help make this hurt go away. I knew it wouldn't work. But I still needed her to try.
"Okay honey," she sighed.
"I love you mom," I said through my now thick tears. I couldn't hold it back anymore. My reason for being had just left me. All alone.
"I love you too" my mother told me. She was on the brink too. I could tell. But she was trying to hold it together for me. Trying to be strong when I couldn't be anymore.
I choked out my last word to her, "Bye."
"Bye." she answered. I hung up before she said anything else. I still had another phone call to make. This one was going to be worse. I had to call the Weber's and tell them their pride and joy was gone.
