Chapter 4: Hurt

Alice came into my room, which used to be Edward's until he moved into the small cabin he and Bella now lived in.

"He's sick," she said urgently.

"Who?" I wondered, thinking that one it was one of us and wondering how that could even be possible.

"Evan," my eyes widened, Alice must have seen it.

"Did you see it? You know in your visions?"

"No, he's in Fork's hospital, he was here, looking for someone and he was hit by a car. He's expected to die…."

My breath caught, he'd been looking for me. "We have to go," I screamed.

"Are you sure you can handle it? All that blood?"

"I can do anything for Evan." I whispered.

We arrived at the hospital, we told his parents that I was a friend from school and they let me back. I threw myself across him, taking in his scent. I cried without tears onto his wounded shoulder. I wanted him to just wake up and smile that beautiful smile, the one I couldn't get out of my head, but the other half of me wanted him to stay on the line between life and death so I could have him forever. I was selfish, so very selfish.

I think I sat there for a week, never leaving, and when I wasn't hovering over Evan, I was pretending to sleep. It was hard to sit there with my eyes closed when I could hear the pulse of Evan's heart monitor become uneven thought the night.

After I had sat there for a week, Carlisle came in as smiled sadly at him.

"He's not going to wake up," he whispered to me. "He's a vegetable. There was extreme trauma to his head, the internal bleeding will kill him soon."

I wanted to cry again, but I held back my dry sobs. Could you become a vampire if you were a vegetable? I didn't know. "Can I still save him?" I muttered, mostly to myself.

"Yes," Carlisle spoke to me.

I nodded. His parents had gone home for the night, how would they react when they got the phone call saying their eldest son had died?

"Go ahead and do what you need to do," Carlisle told me. He left the room curtly, shutting the door quietly.

I would have to put on an act once he went flat line.

"Evan I love you and I'm going to save you…" Almost the same words Carlisle had spoken to me. Only Carlisle never loved me, he just saw a dying person and decided to do a good deed. I would never abandon Evan, not like Carlisle did to me… and even though he was making it up now, I couldn't forgive him.

I hadn't tasted human blood in over a month, but tasting his hurt me inside, I felt like my heart weighed 10 thousand pounds inside my chest. I couldn't take it and only allowed enough venom to change him into his veins.

Moments after I bit him his heart monitor went flat line. "Evan, I know you can hear me, stay still until the burning stops." His response was a slight tightening of his eyes, so insignificant the human I would have never noticed it.

I ran out into the hallway, letting the dry sobs I'd been holding back, "I was just sitting there and he-- and he--" I started to stutter, really getting into my act,

"What, darling?" A nurse wondered to me.

"Get Dr. Cullen!" I cried.

"Dr. Cullen," she called as he walked past the from desk. "There's something wrong with you patient in room 132," Carlisle went running, just as into the act as I was. He even pulled out the electric paddles, pressing them against his chest.

"Breathe damn it!" she screamed as I tried to paddles one last time. I knew the paddles would be painful for him, but it was necessary for the act.

There was only funeral, no showing. It was closed casket, good thing, too, because Evan wasn't in there, we had sneaked him out back to the big white house we lived in. He was at home burning away. The girls were watching him, I wanted so badly to be there, but it was my place to come to the funeral.

"Thank you for coming, Evan didn't have many friends," his mother said, "In fact he never even mentioned you, and you seem to be some what of a best friend… I can't believe your parents let you stay all the time like that… I really appreciate the fact that he was never alone."

"Oh, my adopted dad is Dr. Cullen, so it's no big deal… and Evan was such a great person…" I glanced towards the empty casket, missing Evan.

"You're a good soul," his father spoke to me, placing his hand on my cashmere sweater clad shoulder.

If I had a soul, I thought, smiling slightly at his father. "It's really no big deal…" I said modestly. I glanced around, noticing that there was only my family and Evan's family, which consisted only of his mother, father, and two younger siblings.

I walked up to his younger sister, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen. She gave me a weak smile, "Thanks, for being so nice to my brother…" she started to cry. I couldn't really talk to his little brother, he was only three or four. It made me sad to see the two children, one broken about her big brother, and one not quite understanding her would never see his brother ever again.

The pal bearers were the men of my new found family, since Evan didn't really have anyone else to be his pal bearers. They carried his empty casket out to the Hurst, as they did I noticed how short the funeral precession was, only four cars, including the Hurst.

The burial was short and as sweet as a funeral could be. I couldn't wait to get home and see Evan… my Evan….

As I ran in the door and up the stairs to the hospital bed that Evan was burning in. "Evan," I called. He responded to me by letting his eyes flutter open. I know he saw me, but he said nothing.

Days later, he was done burning, and I took the liberty to tell him what he had become. "Evan, you're a… vampire," I said to him, as easily as I could.

"A what?" he gasped.

"A vampire," I stated.

"No, no, no, I can't be those are fake, a fable, a myth," he said, in denial.

"Nope, we're as real as real can get," I told him

"You did this to me?" he wondered.

"You were going to die, Evan, I saved your life…" I started to think he was angry at me.