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PST: 18:56:09

"Step aside, Janet." Carlisle demanded through gritted teeth as he came to a halt in front of the operating room doors. Janet, despite her petite form, was like a brick wall effectively blocking his path.

"I'm sorry, Sir." Janet meant her apology. She could see the uncertainty and fear in his eyes as he peered past her through the windows to the OR. He made a move to brush past her, determined to get to the woman who had grown to be a cornerstone in his family, but Janet threw her arms out against the frame and blocked him at every turn.

With her hands held up and her eyes pleading she practically begged her old friend.

"Carlisle, you and I both know you shouldn't go in there. Don't risk Bella's chances by acting irrational, she's in good hands." She pleaded.

When Carlisle had first met Bella, like Edward, he'd immediately fallen in love with her. She quickly became another daughter to him and despite the harmless teenage trouble Alice had give him grey hairs with, Bella brought with her a gentle soul. One that always calmed his nerves and filled his heart with pride. She was a godsend to his family, bringing light and love to his youngest son when he'd needed it most. He owed Isabella Cullen the moon and the stars.

Nothing would keep him from getting in this room.

However, Carlisle Cullen was not a stupid man. He understood the stakes and he knew the last thing his staff needed was another stressor factor thrown in to the equation. He also knew it was only a matter of time before his son found out what had happened to his beautiful wife, and when he arrived back at the hospital to face this nightmare, Carlisle was going to have all the details Edward would need to keep him calm and away from this room.

"Janet," Doctor Cullen breathed softly, his eyes focused on the window before him. "I am calm and level headed." He promised. "All I'm going to do is step through this door and have a conversation with Doctor Gerandy. I will not interfere in any way. I'm going to have my hands full when Edward gets here and I need to be prepared. What ever's happening in that room, it's a priority that I know, for the sake of my family."

Hesitantly, Janet stood stalk still, staring into the pleading eyes of a man she'd become great friends with over the years. They'd been through it all together in this hospital, and Janet knew this would be the worst of it all.

"Okay." Janet looks him squarely in the eyes. "You can stay at the door, but if you take one step toward that table or get out of hand, I'm going to have Crowley and Yorkie throw your ass out of here." Janet pokes her thumb at the two men now running up the hall toward the operating room.

"Fair enough." Carlisle allows the smallest smile touch his eyes before it vanishes.

With a determined step, Carlisle slides the door aside and steps inside the surgical scrub room. Approaching the sink, he quickly discards his consultation coat and scrubs in. In under a minute he snaps the paper booties over his cogs and Janet helps him dawn a surgical gown. Grabbing a mask off the wall, he holds it over his face and steps into the room with Janet hot on his tail.

The moment he's in the room, he realizes how serious the situation is. His staff is hard at work as the equipment alarms blaze their warnings. For a split second Doctor Gerandy glances up, meeting Carlisle's eyes from across the room.

"You shouldn't be in here, Carlisle." Doctor Gerandy tells him calmly from the table, his gloves are cover in blood, buried deep in Bella's chest cavity.

In his twenty-two years of practicing medicine, Carlisle has never become lightheaded, or been so effected by the sight of a surgery. Unable to control himself, he staggers back slightly. Luckily, Janet is there to support him so he doesn't stumble into a nasty fall. Tears brim to his eyes as he looks on to his beloved daughter-in-law, exposed in a way he never thought he'd have to see her.

"I just want an update on her condition." Carlisle replies hoarsely as tears break over his eyes and slide down his cheeks into the cotton mask he holds to his face.

"Why don't you let us work?" Gerandy tell him gently, never letting his eyes leave the task at hand and never stopping the work of his hands. Quick and efficient.

From beside him, Doctor Wagner works feverishly to relieve the pressure building around Bella's brain.

"I'm going to do that." Carlisle says seriously. "I just want something to be able to tell Edward. You and I both know if I don't have something, no force on Earth will keep him from this room."

Doctor Gerandy looks up from Bella's chest cavity and meets Carlisle's eyes.

"She's in bad shape." He answers begrudgingly. "So far, I've already had to remove her spleen. Her pancreas and gallbladder are in bad shape. She has multiple broken ribs, and a collapsed lung caused by a rebar that went clean through her. Bella's right leg is wrapped and splinted as a result of a broken femur and tibia. I haven't finished in here," Doctor Gerandy gestures to Bella's chest cavity, not trying to sound cold toward his friend, but needing him to understand, he doesn't have time for this. "And she's crashed twice since I've had her up here. I've went ahead and fractured her sternum to give me access to her heart. I've paged Thompson, and Wagner here is working on draining pressure from her brain."

Alarms sound throughout the room suddenly as Bella's blood pressure takes a nose dive to dangerous levels again.

"Carlisle, we have our work cut out for us in here. I'll come to you when I have everything under control. For now, let us help Bella."

The two men stare at each other, seeming to take great care in their thoughts.

"Okay." The weight on Carlisle's shoulders is suddenly to heavy to bear. His words are choked, his breath ragged as the enormity of the situation crushes him.

As he turns, Doctor Gerandy goes back to work fighting for Bella Cullen's life.

Before he leaves the room, Doctor Gerandy calls after him. "Carlisle, I don't care if you need to lock him the psychiatric wing in a straight jacket. You keep Edward away from my OR." He says seriously. "Are we clear?"

He can only nod as tears flood his eyes.

"Go call the family Carlisle. Bella is going to need the family's support if she's going to get through this." His eyes frost with determination. "And I won't stop until she's through the storm and on the road to recovery."

With his final word, Doctor Gerandy dives back into focus, nipping and tucking, suturing and slicing.

He will not lose Bella Cullen.