Chapter Ten: One Day Till
"Her last day."
Her last day.
"My last day."
Jacob, Edward, and Bella were all thinking the same thing at the same time in different places. Bella was at the hospital once more; Jacob was at home, mourning over the TV; and Edward was wandering through the rather empty streets of Alaska, his heart throbbing with regret and sadness.
Edward stopped and peered into an old looking coffee shop, surprised to see life in a building on such a dead street.
I could use a coffee.
He had been up all night in worry. He walked down tons of streets, mile after mile, his feet hurting but he kept going. Truthfully, he had no friends in Alaska. He only wanted to go there because it was far enough from Bella yet close enough if he had to rush back. His eyes could barely stay open from his exhaustion.
It was warm inside the coffee shop. Too warm for Edward's likings, but still cozy and comfortable. He took at seat on one of the stools and took off his hat and gloves.
Who can stand this weather!
The only waitress was busy helping another costumer, so Edward had time to look at the menu.
I need coffee…no, I should eat, too. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning. But I don't have a lot of money…damn it, Edward, you're such an idiot.
He felt a presence approach him and looking up, he saw the waitress beside him, looking too perky.
"Hello, sir, what would you like on this gorgeous Thursday morning?"
Gorgeous?
"Um, just a coffee, thanks."
"Decaf or regular?"
"Regular."
The waitress nodded in understanding then her eyes gazed up at the door.
"Not him again," She muttered under her breath.
Edward glanced behind him and saw a man wearing old baggy clothes approaching him, giving him a toothy smile.
"Hey, you look like you need some help, my friend."
The man clasped Edward on the back and sat down next to him.
"Um…"
"I have just the thing to boost your mood." The man continued, fishing into his jacket pocket and pulling out several plastic bags.
Edward didn't know what to say.
"So, how 'bout it?" The man grinned. Edward look a long sip of his coffee.
The man's profession was in sales. More specifically, selling drugs. The plastic bags were filled with all sorts and Edward eyed them all, picking out which one he knew and which ones he didn't.
"What's that one?" Edward asked, pointing to a strange blue powder.
"Well, I'm not quite sure," The man admitted. "I heard it dissolves any symptoms you can get from a drug-poisons even."
Edward perked up when he heard the work poison.
"Hold on. So you're saying that it completely dissolves all the side effects of poison?"
"Just about."
What were the odds…Edward shook his head in disbelief.
I just found a cure to Bella's illness.
Of course, there was a huge chance that it wouldn't work. It could make her worse, though she couldn't get much worse. But there was that chance. That slim chance that it would work; Bella could live.
"How much?" Edward found himself asking, reaching into his pocket for his cash.
"Fifty bucks."
Fifty!
"I only have forty!" Edward said, looking alarmingly at the man, hoping he could compromise.
"…fine," the man said after a moments thought, snatching up the money and in return giving Edward the bag. "Nice doing business with you."
Edward leaped to his feet and ran out of the coffee shop, taking out his phone and dialing Jake.
Ring! Ring!
Answer!
Ring! Ring!
Please!
Ring! Ring!
No, not voice mail!
"Hey, this is Jake. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks! Bye!"
BEEP!
"Jacob, this is Edward. Gosh, I really wish you picked up. I found something that might help Bella. Yes, make her live! I'm heading back to Washington. Go find Bella and tell her I'm coming back. Tell her I'm going to make her better. Please! I hope you get thing message soon. I'll be in Forks in a few hours. Okay, bye."
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"What do you mean no planes are going to Washington until tomorrow?!"
"I'm sorry, sir," the lady said. "But we have no more seats. The earliest flight for tomorrow is 5:50, you'll have to wait."
"But I might be too late!" Edward cried. "I might not make it!"
"I'm sorry, sir."
Angry and disappointed, Edward took a seat in one of the chairs that lined the walls and got out his phone. Jake went right to voice mail again.
"Jake, it's Edward again. Could you deliver a message to Bella from me? Tell her…tell her not to keep her hopes up."
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