I knew a lot of people hated hospitals. It wasn't that original. But knowing the man you love will probably die in one takes that fear/hate to new heights. I could practically feel the sickness in the air. Two of my aunts had already died from influenza. And now him. When did it stop? Would it ever? What if it'd just go on and on until there was nobody left?
I pushed the door to his room open, Dr. Cullen had his back to me. But I also knew even before he turned that this was very, very bad.
"Ariadne, you shouldn't be here." He gave me a look charged with meaning.
"My mother disowned me."
He pursed his lips and sighed. "I'm sorry. His... She begged me to save him."
So I'd heard. The conversation hadn't gone well with mine.
"And what is exactly your plan?! Don't you see it's foolish? He will die. His mother already did. Edward's family legacy no longer exists!"
Then, I'd expressed how much I didn't care and came here either way. She'd made it very clear that I shouldn't bother returning.
"And can you? Can you save him?" For a moment, I saw hope. This was Dr. Carisle Cullen we were talking about. Rumor has it he was the best doctor around, and could even bring the dead back if he wanted to. It was fortunate because at this rate, maybe that's what it'd take.
His answer brought me back to the present.
"Yes, I can. But I don't know if I should. Either way, you should say goodbye right now. I'll do my best."
With a nod, he discreetly left. I trusted him. He'd kept the secret I'd asked of him to keep, and now like Edward's mother, I was trusting him with his life.
He truly looked awful. I doubted he'd make it to see tomorrow.
"I'm so sorry things are like this." I hugged my stomach and leaned down to kiss his lips. "You'll be alright. I have to go now, but... but I hope we see each other again, wherever that might be. Goodbye."
