The Call

By: Sincerely Scarlet Rose

Chapter 7

Song: Title and Registration, Death Cab for Cutie


Fall 1918

I helped as much as I could, but soon I knew that I was falling ill too. I then told them I couldn't do this, I had to focus on my family. They were so busy they didn't even care. They raced around like chickens with their heads chopped off. Every which way trying and not succeeding to find something, anything to make them live.

A light haired pale skinned man that worked the night shift walked in as I struggled out of my bed and tried to push weakly on Mrs. Mason's.

"What are you doing Isabella?" he cried rushing towards me.

"They," I started crying as I collapsed on the ground shaking. I hurt everywhere, I was burning alive, "They need to be together…" I sobbed as I shook.

"Here Isabella, here…" He whispered as he pushed Mrs. Mason's bed up against Mr. Mason's. His golden eyes moved quickly towards their faces that were all but dead. They were both just barely hanging on. I reached up and put their hands together. It hurt me to see them in such a state of helplessness, neither of them appeared to be conscious, and yet every few seconds they were both coughing violently, or shuddering underneath the thin sheets. A sheen of sweet graced both of their bodies and their clothes were moist. The fever was burning them up, and their bodies were attempting to sweat it out.

"You're lucky to have such strong parents," He whispered drawing my eyes away from them and towards him. He was leaning against the wall a worried look on his face as he watched me carefully, almost as if he were guarded.

His name was Dr. Luvett. He seemed to linger in our room longer than I thought appropriate with all these sick patients, but I wasn't much on time anymore, so maybe that was just my imagination. He always was making sure I was okay, or checking up on Edward's parents. He brought us medication that I knew was more that many patients were getting. I can say that we had definitely developed some sort of relationship over my time here, on different terms I might almost call us friends. Though we hadn't done too much talking, he was definitely a person where talking wasn't required. He was caring and sincere in everything he did.

I started crying as he lifted me effortlessly into my bed and tucked me inside. "They aren't my," I started coughing horribly and he looked at me worriedly as he propped me up giving me some sort of odd tasting medicine. I swallowed it down feeling it burn the dry cracks in my throat, I knew I was terribly dehydrated, but I also knew that no amount of water would sate my thirst.

"They aren't my parents…They were Edward's parents…My darling Edward's…" I started crying at this and he stroked my hair. He was around the age of twenty eight I would guess maybe thirty, he had blonde hair that always looked as if the sun was glinting off of it, and a gentle face.

"Edward?" He asked.

"Edward's gone now…off to war…three years ago…" I paused thinking, "What's the day?"

"September 14, 1918." He said.

"Just a little over three years ago…" I shook my head and then another thought appeared through the blaze of my fever, "I'm finally eighteen." I coughed grinning, "We said that we'd get married when that happened…I hadn't even realized it had already been my birthday…" I rasped.

He smiled at me, "You're so very young yet Isabella. Don't worry, you'll have time." He promised.

I shook my head, or at least tried to, "No," I started crying, my tears feeling like lava against my skin, "No I won't…I promised him I'd save them…but I didn't."

My attention was again on Edward's parents, and I couldn't help as guilt swept over me. They weren't the only ones who were helpless, so was I, and I hated the fact that I wasn't at their sides nursing them back to health as I had promised Edward that I would.

"It's not your fault Isabella, but…I picked something up for you as I entered. In all the chaos I heard your name…you have a letter." I looked towards him only moving my eyes, "Please…please read it to me."

He smiled, "I'll open it here…"

He handed it to me but I couldn't even grasp it, "Read it…" I rasped.

He nodded looking worried then spoke, "Bella, Love." And with just that I started crying, he had called me love again, "Hold on, for me…live your life…You're so very smart…and…finally eighteen…You're beautiful in every way Bella, and I want you to love…I can't come back, we both know that. You're much to smart to have missed that, but that doesn't mean you can't move on…

"Are my parents still…Okay? I've heard of the sickness, but you're strong. There's nothing that you my darling couldn't face. Hang on. You promised me you'd wait forever. It hasn't been that long…" He stopped reading and my eyes rolled towards him.

"Why did you," I started coughing, "Stop? Please…please…" I begged pitifully. I knew he probably didn't understand why it was so important that I have him read this intimate letter to me. Little did he know that these letters were all that I had.

"I can never tell you why I can't come back. But I am a monster of my own kind now. I can't explain it. But you wouldn't love me anymore. I love you though. Never forget that. Please. Marry, have children. Love. You were made for it. The most kind, caring, and compassionate woman I'd ever had the chance of meeting and for a while…she loved me…Don't give up my love. Never give up…Nothing can kill you. Death is above you. Death can not touch an angel. Love you forever…Goodbye, Edward."

I was crying again then and then my eyes were locked with gold ones. "Death can not touch an angel…" he whispered before nodding to himself a look of sheer determination on his face.

He got off the bed and walked over to Mr. Mason before shaking his head and drawing a sheet over his face. Then to Mrs. Mason. I saw as she reached up and grabbed him, her hand seems as if it were a vice on his wrist. Her lips moved, but I didn't know what she said to him, before her hand fell…limp, at her side.

I started crying more. They were both gone. I was alone.

"I'm alone…" I whispered staring at the ceiling. Even with my brain fogged with the fever I knew that there was no one left on this planet that was there for me any longer. Even Edward had left me.

"Don't worry Isabella…" Dr. Luvett said suddenly, "Death can not touch an angel." And then he lifted my weak body from my bed…and I was flying.


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Sincerely,

Scarlet Rose