Of Lions and Lambs
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Chapter Ten
"Carlisle, we did everything we could," Dr. Gerandy was trying to tell him.
He shook his head, almost in denial. "I want to look at her."
Dr. Gerandy frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"I don't give a damn what you think!" Dr. Cullen shouted at him, slamming his fist on his desk, causing me to jump in my seat across the room.
Matt squeezed my hand, and I tried to calm down. Edward looked at a loss for words, his face void of emotion and his jaw hanging open as if he still hadn't come to terms with what had happened. Rose was still shaken up about Emmett.
"She's not going to wake up, Carlisle. The impact—"
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Richard!" Dr. Cullen shouted. I was quite sure in all the years I'd known him I'd never once heard him cuss let alone drop the F-bomb.
Dr. Gerandy's face went blank of emotion and the next words he spoke sounded forced and cold, like he really didn't want to have to say them. "She wasn't wearing her seatbelt. She went right through the windshield."
Dr. Cullen glared at the man with such hatred that you could practically feel it in the air. This conversation was too personal, and I felt like I definitely shouldn't be here. Matt, Rose, and I shouldn't be here to listen to this. It's was too private, none of our business. We were intruders on a very personal matter. Matt was also tensed beside me, and I knew he felt he shouldn't be here either.
Dr. Cullen looked like a desperate madman. Almost his entire world was falling apart in one day. His son, Emmett, was in surgery, and his wife, Esme, was in a coma that they didn't think she could come out of.
"How is Emmett's surgery going?" Rosalie asked, looking directly at Dr. Gerandy.
He exhaled, looking extremely relieved and grateful for the change of subject. "Emmett seems to be doing just fine for now. I believe he'll make a full recovery."
Carlisle Cullen let out a deep breath and excused himself from the room. Dr. Gerandy followed, probably to make sure he didn't do anything rash.
That left me, Matt, Rose, and Edward. There couldn't be a more awkward bunch with Edward being the guy I used to love, Matt being the guy I now loved, and Rose being the best friend who still wanted to murder the guy I used to love.
Rose was still a mess since Matt and I had arrived at the hospital. Her usually perfect blonde hair was in disarray which was reason enough to panic. Her frantic, guilty blue eyes were bloodshot and had circles under them.
"I can't believe this happened," Rose sniffled, wiping her red nose with a wadded up tissue.
I patted and rubbed her back in a manner that I hoped provided some sort of comfort. "It's not your fault," I told her, glancing over at Edward who was still as a statue and hadn't made a sound.
He sat on the edge of his father's desk, his legs crossed out in front of him. He was staring at the ground, his hand on his chin, and his brow furrowed. He was apparently contemplating something very hard.
"Edward?" I asked quietly.
He didn't move or even look up.
"Edward," I said louder, leaning forward a little.
His head snapped up and he stared at me, unblinking.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, getting a little concerned now.
He looked away slowly, nodding, but he still wouldn't say anything.
"Do you think we could check on Emmett's surgery?" Rosalie asked him.
He glanced up at her then back down at the floor. "We need to wait."
Rose's voice got a little louder. "For what?" she demanded, sounding a little annoyed. "One of the nurses could give us an update. I want to make sure he's okay."
"Dr. Gerandy already said he was," Edward reminded her, taking on an annoyed tone of his own.
"What? I don't care what he said ten minutes ago! Geez, what kind of brother are you anyway?" Rosalie demanded.
Edward gave her the meanest glare I'd ever seen him give anyone. "I'm the kind of brother that doesn't want to interrupt them while they're performing surgery to save my brother's life," he growled at her.
Rosalie glared daggers at him, but sat back in her seat. I could see she agreed with him, but had no plans of ever admitting it.
I glanced at Matt who looked as uncomfortable as I was about being here. Should we be here?
"Rose, maybe we should go and come back later," I said to her. "Maybe Edward could call us when they have some news."
"I'm not leaving," she said immediately.
Edward rolled his eyes, grumbling something under his breath.
"What did you say?" Rosalie demanded, her eyes burning with anger now.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," he grinned at her which only pissed her off more. Not really a good idea.
"Listen, Cullen, you might get away with treating everyone else in this Podunk town like shit, but you won't get away with it with me," she spat at him.
Edward opened his mouth to retaliate, but I knew I had to smother this fire before it spread.
"You guys, stop fighting. We're all here for the same reason, remember?" I tried to reason with them.
Rose looked like she was ready to spout a string of foul language at Edward, but instead she huffed and turned her head the other way.
"I'm going to go check on my father," Edward said, standing.
Of course it was a complete lie. I remembered how Edward had told me about the strained relationship between him and Dr. Cullen. You could see it just by being in the same room with them. You could see the way they hardly spoke, only when they had to. The way Edward avoided his eyes. It was clear they hadn't found a way to co-exist with one another other than just to ignore each other.
Edward left anyway though. That left Rose, Matt, and me.
"I hate that guy. He's such an asshole," Rose complained.
"He's just worried about Esme and Emmett," I defended him, causing Rose to gawk at me as if I were insane.
"Bella-"
"She's right, Rose. It's his brother and his stepmom," Matt piped up, surprising me. I was happy to hear Matt agreeing with me...although I didn't mention the part about Esme being a key reason Edward and his father fought or hardly spoke at all anymore.
Rose huffed again, slumping back in her chair. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears.
EPOV
I couldn't believe that was the same girl Emmett never shut up about. Rosalie, or 'my Rosie' as Emmett insisted on fucking calling her in front of me, was a real pain in the ass if you asked me. Deep down I knew she was just worried about Emmett like I was, but I wasn't about to admit it, especially not in front of her.
I stormed out of my father's office, away from Bella and Matt holding hands. That shit pissed me off, too, even thought I knew it had absolutely no right to. I could see the loving way Matt looked at her, held her and I could see Bella's response to it.
Fuck, on top of everything else that had happened today I had to watch them.
I finally spotted my dad by the nurse's station, probably trying to find out how things were going for Emmett. As I approached, though, I heard an entirely different conversation.
"Look, just let me see her scans, Sheryl," he was saying to an unsure-looking nurse.
The nurse, Sheryl, threw a nervous glance to Dr. Gerandy who shook his head.
She looked back up to Carlisle, her eyes almost fearful. "I'm sorry, Dr. Cullen, but I can't."
"What the hell do you mean you can't?" he practically yelled at her, slamming his hands down on the counter.
Finally, Dr. Gerandy stepped in. "Carlisle, that's enough. You're getting out of line."
Carlisle turned ten shades of red dangerously fast.
"Dad, stop," I almost pleaded. I'd never really seen him like this, this mad...well, except for when he fought with me maybe. "What's going on? Is something wrong with Emmett?" I demanded quickly.
"I want to look at Esme's MRI," he said, not bothering to look at me.
Okay... "What about Emmett? How is he?" I asked, turning to Dr. Gerandy and the nurse.
Dr. Gerandy looked relieved to see me swoop in and change the subject before things got out of hand. "Sheryl," he said, turning to the nurse, "please go check on Emmett Cullen. See how the surgery is going."
The nurse nodded quickly, obviously eager to get of out the way of Carlisle's path of destruction as she scurried away.
"Thank you," I said politely to Dr. Gerandy.
He nodded, throwing once last cautious glance at Carlisle before walking away. Once he was gone, I glared at my father.
"You haven't even asked about Emmett, have you?" I demanded lowly. "The only person you're fucking concerned about is Esme, huh?"
He turned on me then. "You don't have a clue what you're talking about, Edward."
Oh, but I do, Dad.
In that moment I fucking hated him more than I ever had. While my mother laid on her death-bed, slowly rotting away, he'd been screwing her sister. Now, while his son, my brother was laying in an ER cut open, he still put her first, his mistress. He'd never gotten this upset while Mom was dying, so what the fuck was so special about Esme? She was the woman who had helped take care of my mother, her sister while she died. She was my aunt. She came to all my birthday parties when I was a kid and was there when I learned how to ride a damn bicycle. She fucking smiled in my mother's face all while screwing her husband, my dad.
"Fuck you," I spat at him, turning on my heel and storming off.
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