Well hello everyone, I'm still up writing, and it's 2:45 AM. I've written four chapters today alone, so I'm really hoping this makes up for the lost time.. I know it doesn't so I'll keep it going tomorrow too (fingers crossed!)

I told you earlier that I felt a different POV coming on, and apparently that POV, is Carlisle... I can finally understand what some authors on here mean, when they say it's like they push their way forward, and jump up and down like 1st graders yelling "Pick me! Pick Me!" He definitely wanted to finish these thoughts.

So, tell me what you think, and please, don't forget: SM owns all, I just like to play with her toys!

See you at the bottom!

Chapter 6: Sedation on the Menu

CARPOV

"She's here in the hospital Edward, she's still in a coma."

I watched his eyes roll back in his head, as he passed out. Whether from the sedative, or the knowledge of Bella still in a coma, I'll never know, but as I stood there over my son I couldn't help the few tears that ran down my face.

My son was hurting, immensely, both emotionally and physically, and while there was something I could do about him physically, I could only pray he would be okay.

Please God, please let him be okay.

After things started settling in his room, after the stress he went through, I had the nurse up his pain medication, as well as giving him a smaller sedative periodically so he would sleep through the night. He didn't need anymore undue stress this night.

I heard a commotion from outside Edward's door, coming from the nurse's station and walked towards the door. There I found my beautiful wife and son arguing with a nurse.

"I don't care how busy my husband is, you will page him immediately or so help me God, I'll…"

"Esme." I called out to her, so she wouldn't finish that sentence. She looked over at me and I know she could see the tears in my eyes, and I watched her face blanch and go stark white.

"Oh God, please tell me he's not…"

I ran over to her, shaking my head. "No darling, he woke up a little while ago. We had to sedate him because his BP was getting to high from emotional distress. He won't be waking the rest of the night, due to it, but we'll see him awake in the morning."

I could see my wife's body shaking and I pulled her into my arms. She had been through so much lately and I was so scared of the stress this was causing her. I looked up at Emmett and we both nodded, knowing we had to get her to sit down and drink something. We walked her over to the waiting area sitting her down beside me, while Emmett went to get her some coffee.

"What did he say Carlisle? Did he sound okay? There's no permanent damage was there?" She started getting more and more agitated, so I hugged her tightly.

"He's going to be fine Esme. He woke up, stuttering a little, but it seemed to decrease the longer he was awake. There is one thing though. He can't remember the last five months."

I could see the tears welling up in my wife's eyes and knew this would be a very emotional day for her.

Emmett brought back the coffee, to which his mother smiled at him and patted his hand that he had on her shoulder.

"Tell me everything." She said, while squaring her shoulders.

And so I did. I told her how I was paged while down in the ER, that he was awake. That I came running into his room while he was speaking with his nurse, and how I about broke down to my knees in thanks to God himself for giving us our son back. I told her that while his blood pressure was elevated, and that we needed to keep monitoring it, that he seemed to be doing just fine other than losing the last five months to his memories. It wasn't an uncommon thing during a traumatic event such as this so while we needed to wait on a few more of his tests, depending on how well he does in the next few weeks, I may be able to let him come home under our supervision. I looked between Esme and Emmett the whole time, and while I knew my wife's emotions were right on the edge, so was Emmett's.

While a very boisterous man, who loved life, he hated seeing people in pain, especially when that person was his brother. He loved his brother so very much… idolized him even, and the fact that I was watching him try to keep everything bottled inside of himself to protect his mother, made me realize I needed to have a talk with him, and soon.

I returned my gaze to my wife, who had silent streams of tears running down her soft cheeks, and I wiped them away with my thumbs, holding her face in my hands.

"He's alive Esme. That's what matters most right now. What comes with the future, only God knows, and we need to keep praying that he will only get better."

She nodded her head at me, and I gave her a chaste kiss before turning to my son.

"Emmett I'd like a word with you, if you don't mind."

I looked down at Esme, who seemed at first to think I was hiding something from her about Edward, but when she took in the clenched jaw Emmett was sporting, she understood immediately.

"I'm going to run down to the cafeteria for a little while, perhaps get something to eat before Edward wakes up in a few hours."

She pressed her lips to mine, and ran her hand along Emmett's cheek while he smiled through clenched teeth at his mother. While I knew, as much as he needed to release his pent up anger, he would never do it in front of his mother or the rest of the hospital.

Emmett and I walked towards the chapel on this floor, and as I opened the door to let him through, he sat on the first pew he could get to. I knew any moment that he was going to blow. He'd kept these pent up emotions to himself for a week, and in knowing this, I chose the most secluded area in this part of the hospital at this time. No one would hear us.

A quick pound echoed through the room, and I quickly glanced back down at my son, who was slamming his hands against the pew in front of him.

"WHY! Why them! Why did that fucking idiot have to be drinking? Tell me dad, WHY is GOD, whom you proclaim all mighty, and continue praying to, allows THIS! My brother and almost sister are in the ICU, after a stupid drunk who couldn't keep his keys out of his hands, and almost killed them!" He shoved his hands against the pew in front of him one more time, ramming the pew in front of it.

I waited a minute more before I watched his shoulders hunch, and he started to cry. I cried. For my son, Emmett, for my son Edward, for my almost daughter Bella, and almost granddaughter Alyssa. I cried for our whole family and our adopted family of Charlie and Billy, who were just as upset by all of this. It seems we were both thinking the same thing as he turned, his eyes red and shining, tears running down his face, and hiccupping, trying to calm down.

"Alyssa's the most amazing little girl, and right now she's so scared. She's scared her mother and Edward, who is as much a father to that little girl as her real father was, aren't coming back home. She's already had to deal with the fact that Jake is gone, why is God trying to take them away?"

I sighed and sat down next to my son. Even though I am a man of medicine, I have always had a great belief in God. He strengthens my hands as I move during my job, and he gave me my most precious gifts in this world. The love of a wonderful woman, two amazing sons; a family to call my own. I won't lie and say I never thought the same as Emmett right now, but it never lasted, because I knew that while we may not understand God's actions, there's always a reason.

"Emmett, I do not believe God ALLOWS these things to happen. They just do. When we cry, he cries. When we're happy, he's happy. I won't preach to you, because you're your own person, and you can make the decision for yourself, but I will tell you that while God might be watching down on us, it was the free will that God gave us, that led that man to drink and drive. But it is also the free will that gave Edward the strength to come back to us. The free will that let us all create the beautiful relationships we have between us. We must take the bad with the good. It is how we learn and strengthen the bonds we have between us."

I watched the anger shed itself from Emmett's body. His eyes lost the fire, and in it's place was grief. Pure grief and it hurt to watch my son in such agony.

"We can't lose him dad. He holds us together. He always has. I'm supposed to watch out for him, and he got hurt…"

I opened my mouth to disagree with him but he stopped me with his hand.

"I know it was not my fault either. I didn't put the drink in the guy's hand or the keys to make him drive. But I'm his big brother. How do I just stand there, and watch him in pain. Especially when he finds out about Bella. He's going to blame himself. And he doesn't even remember the most amazing part of his life."

I looked up at the podium at the front of the chapel. He was right of course. Edward would blame himself in all of this. Even if every person in our family told him it was an accident due to the other driver, he would still feel obligated to take on the blame.

"We have to reassure him Emmett, and keep doing it. Yes, I agree he'll blame himself. He's done it his whole life... Even when you knocked down your mother's vase and it smashed to pieces, Edward still took the blame so you wouldn't get in trouble."

Emmett turned his head in shock, mouth wide open for a few moments. I turned my head and laughed out loud at the look on his face.

"You knew! You knew I did it, but you grounded Edward for a week for that. Why?"

I laughed to myself for a moment as I brought back that memory. Yes, I had grounded Edward for a week, but by doing so, Emmett felt so badly, he did Edward's chores all that week. The mowing, the laundry, the dishes. He even helped his little brother with his homework for quite some time afterwards. My wife and I both knew that while Edward may have taken the blame, it was Emmett who liked to throw his football around the house, and it was always knocking things over.

"You're his big brother. He didn't want to see you getting into trouble. He knew that had you gotten in trouble again, we'd have gotten rid of that damn football you carried around for months, and he didn't want to see you hurt." I looked over at Emmett peripherally, and saw him looking down at his hands. I could see the pride on his face for his little brother, and then I watched his eyes pop open and he laughed loudly.

"I did that little brat's chores that entire week and he never once had to do anything now that I think about it." He turned towards me and I grinned a Cheshire's grin, shrugging my shoulders.

We both laughed and stood up, walking out of the chapel, reminiscing about other stories dealing with Edward all the way back to the waiting room, where Esme sat with a crossword puzzle in hand. She heard us laughing and looked up from her seat. He smile grew as she took in the serene look on our son's face and I nodded at the questioning look she gave me, asking if he was better. She nodded as well and returned to her puzzle.

Esme laughed quietly as we reminded her of that week when they were children and she smacked the backside of Emmett's head. When he exclaimed in surprise, and looked at her sharply she simply shrugged and replied "You owe me a new vase," and turned back towards her puzzle. Emmett looked at me and we both started laughing, and I watched the small smile that radiated off my beautiful wife. I was so glad to see that small smile rather than the tears I'd been seeing all week.

My pager went off, and as I glanced down at it, I realized just how much time had passed. Edward would be waking in the next hour or so. I kissed my wife's temple and told them both that I was needed back down in the ER, but that I would have the nurses page me when Edward woke back up. They both nodded, and I watched Emmett get up from his seat as well.

"I'm going to go find Charlie and see how Bella is doing. I'm sure the moment Edward wakes up, he's going to want to know." I nodded my head, and turned towards my wife.

"Will you be alright?" I asked apprehensively. She nodded her head, engrossed in those puzzles. She's always been addicted to those things. I kissed her lips once more and walked to the elevator to head downstairs. As the elevator doors opened for a couple on another floor, I was reminded of how it felt the day my life stood still…

DON'T SHOOT! I promise, the second part of CARPOV will be up shortly. It's already finished and I just need to go over it with a fine tooth comb. After that I think it will be my bedtime and I will see you all tomorrow.

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P.S. A lot of medical terms are going to be coming up, and hopefully I discussed them enough to help you understand. I did a good bit of research today for this, and I hope it makes sense to all the medical personnel out there, due to my non-existent knowledge of the profession.

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