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Trust Me

KellmettRocksThatHat

EPOV

"So," Haley began, her eyes long eyelashes resting on cheekbones. Her hands tangled on her stomach and her legs thrashes around under the sheets of the bed. I couldn't help myself and reached over holding them down.

Her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a small smile one I could return heartily. I wondered if Bella was okay outside. The discussion we had earlier mystified me. I wonder why I had believed her so easily and still I had no doubt of which she had told me was nothing but the truth.

"So," She began again, yearning to get something out of me.

I gave her my abide attention , knowing I wouldn't see her as much for as much a lengthy time while Bella was here and didn't know about my child.

"I was talking to Emmett this morning. He called in, which was awesome but he couldn't stay for long he was going to Port Angeles for a case and wanted to brief his client before they went in and he told me the most interesting thing," She said. I felt myself stiffen and my hand on the bed, curl into a ball.

"Your married?" She screamed in an strained whisper as her arm flayed up at her side.

Thank God she had the sense not to proclaim it to the world with a voiced scream and to Bella waiting outside. I nodded slowly and she laughed tightly.

"Well I thought I was unique. It seems, 'dad' is inferior to my disease. Married and completely clueless about it," She tisked me lightly "So, where is she? I want to meet her," She asserted quickly.

Involuntarily my gaze flickered to the door and her eyes, suddenly alert drifted toward it. A grin lit up her face, her eyes sparkling with glee pierced mine and her pasty, white skin gained what seemed to be the smallest tinge of blood being pumped around it more accurately.

My heart gave her a squeeze and I felt selfish as I shook my head, my head telling me to call Bella in and introduce her in but the heart begged me to isolate my daughter from this woman.

If there was a slither of a chance that they might become close I couldn't have that. She already had to say goodbye to most things and each time she gave something up I saw her die a little more inside. For once not the body that withered away but the soul and that was almost just as bad as it killed me too.

And another reason, the part I felt disgusted with myself over was the part of me that didn't want the sympathetic look Bella would give me when she found out that my adoptive daughter was...

I already got those looks every day. In the hospital corridor, when I went into Newton's store and worse when I woke up in the morning and greeted my siblings and my Esme and Carlisle.

"Oh," She huffed, her shoulders slumping. I gave her an apologetic look and tried to compromise.

"I will bring you out to meet her, okay? Then you get two things you want in one and I'll even bring you out shopping," I laughed as her face brightened momentarily and then as she heard about shopping her face fell.

I knew her well enough that she wanted to keep pretences and tried to smile but everything looked wrong. I wondered, by her expression did the thought of shopping cause her physical pain.

"You okay? Your face looks kind of...contorted," I gave her my lopsided grin and her she rolled her eyes, her face lapsing back into a sleepy look.

"Emmett also told me that she was getting married. Why haven't you guys, you know, got the divorce?" She asked confused.

"Emmett needs to shut his obese mouth," I grumbled, sulking under my breath.

I gave her a shrug and grabbed her hands that twitched constantly now the link between them were broken. My little girl.

"Well, he's the only one who tells me anything," She stated, emphasizing the last part. It was my turn to roll my eyes and pat her head teasingly, her back buckled up and she quickly feel back onto her bed, panting.

I'm sure she saw the sadness in my eyes, the self hatred that burned me inside that I couldn't help her even if I would trade my own life her for hers. She smiled again, through the spasms.

"You didn't answer my question," She hummed and I couldn't help but sigh.

I wasn't even sure myself why I had suggested that I got to know her, but there was this thing about her.

"I don't know. I know it was mistake and I should give this girl, I don't even know, this divorce and she can get this guy, who hangs up on her every night, and marry him but..I don't know," I shook my head, running a hand through my hair stressfully.

It was all causing me too strain and commotion but for a change it was fine. It was better than pity. It was almost enjoyable.

"Uh, I know for a fact you don't believe in mistakes, Edward Cullen. Your are Mister. True Love and Hope and all corny, cheesy cliches, not a person who believes in mistakes. Maybe that's why you didn't want to give her this divorce. Perhaps subconsciously you want to get to know her, to see if you would be making a mistake by never getting to know her and give her a divorce and letting her marry some other ass, " She added with a risen eyebrow.

I was about to disagree but could it be possible?

Her breathing soon became hollow and quickened into a pant. She was hyperventilating.

I got to my feet and fumbled at her bedside. I grabbed the Diazepam bottle and a unpeeled a needle from a plastic bag. I injected the dose into the needle and inserted it into a pipe, leading into her bloodstream. I brushed her hair from her eyes and squeezed her hand , waiting for it to subside.

Eventually it did but she felt worse, she was mildly confused with her surrounding, tired and vomited into her bucket. Stupor, confusion and heavy vomiting all symptoms of the first two stages of the disease.

Her limbs were so still now and I realized I preferred the thrashing around better than this.

"I'm fine," She mumbled weakly into the cup of water I handed her when she had finished.

She laid back against the pillows, her lids falling shut.

"You should go. I'll be fine I can get the bucket if I need to throw up and really I just want to sleep. I can call you if I need you," She whispered, her fingers falling loosely from my hand.

I wondered was she as good as she made out. My stomach twisted as I took in her sickly form. I would do anything to see her walking around the room, laughing and smiling; full of excessive energy. I wanted to stay but knew she was spent and even if I wanted to just stay and watch her I couldn't.

I pressed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Love you," I muttered but she was already asleep.

I stood up, aching. I was about to turn when I heard a loud crash outside. Bella. My head screeched. I sprinted for the door, casting a look backwards at Haley before throwing the door open and running around the corner.

I was relieved to see Bella getting to her feet and talking not lying flat on the floor. I ran to her side, a worried look on my face. I didn't check the other but Bella was what my head screamed at me. I just had to make sure she was fine.

"Are you okay?," I asked, scanning for any scratches, hopping she didn't hear the evident worry in my voice.

Her cheeks reddened and she nodded, her face so beautiful that I would have complimented her if it had been a different situation. I wouldn't embarrass her further.

The woman took us in with a risen brow. Angela. I noted. She was fine her face alit with mortification . She smiled at me knowingly and I smiled back. That smile told me everything that was swirling in her head. Her eyes too. My cheeks heated.

"Bella, Angela my best friend. Angela, Bella my wife,"

I motioned between us, casting a glance behind us. Bella smiled at her politely, Angela gaped, her jaw slackened before she sucked in a breath and let out a ragged laugh, her eyes tightened.

"Well, Edward. My mother always said you were the spontaneous type, even as a child," She laughed and patted Bella's shoulder. I shifted uncomfortably and smiled.

"So, when did this happen and why wasn't I invited," She asked cocking a perfect eyebrow, pulling her glasses from the crook of her nose.

I was about to answer when there was aloud beeping, a vibration against my thigh, I reached into my coat and withdrew a sparkly pager. Bella coughed out a laugh and Angela looked at me cautious.

"What is it," She asked worried.

SHERMAN OR 2 CODE RED

"Crap," I hissed and quickly went into action. My stomach was already in knots and my breathing was a bit quicker than normal.

"Sherman is in surgery. I have to go," I said to Angela and her face dropped. I grabbed Bella hand, not bothering to see if she flinched away. Right now I didn't care and paced towards the stairs.

"Edward," She said, running to keep up with me but I was too preoccupied to answer. What had happened? He was fine a couple of hours ago. Did he fall? Had the tumor burst?

I skipped down the stairs and caught Bella as she tripped down the last too. She face was astounded as she looked up at me, her eyes upset and I swallowed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have rushed you like that. Please, forgive me," I said, holding her head but walking slowly for her.

"It's fine," She squeaked and I sharply took a corner and stopped at the double doors.

The gallery. I let go of her head and snatched it to my side as an electrical shock tingled on each part of it. She looked around before turning to face me.

"Edward? What's going on?" She cried, she was confused but I was late already just bringing her in here but I wouldn't let her wander around the hospital.

I didn't want her see the things she would have seen if I wasn't taking only half my cases today. I gave her a helpless look and opened the door to the gallery.

"Trust me," She looked inside and nodded, her eyes stilled worried but they didn't doubt me.

"Be quick," She whispered after I gave a smile and rushed down to the OR.

I put on my scrubs hurriedly and scrubbed in. They hadn't started the surgery yet, signaling they had only gotten here. I looked up to the gallery and saw Bella taken a seat between two interns who were leaning forward, transfixed.

"Doctor Cullen," Someone interrupted and I quickly scurried over to the head of the operating table.

"What happened," To one of the nurses to my left. There was a total of one other doctor other than my self, two interns and three nurses surrounding the table.

"He was complaining of a sore head before he blacked out. The tumor ruptured," She said quietly, pulling the instrument table over beside her.

"Give me the gas mask," The nurse on my right pressed it into my hand, turning it on at the tank. I pressed it over his mouth and counted to five. I had to make sure he didn't wake up while I was cutting away at his brain. I was glad they had thought to unwrap his bandages and I already knew were the tumor was located.

"Scissors," I commanded, opening my palm, handing the mask to the nurse.

The other nurse gave it to me and I quickly snipped away the blonde hair, leaving the area bare. My heart was still pounding and I tried to pretend it was another patient because if I knew it was Sherman I would freak out.

"Saw,"

I raised the saw up, over his head, flipping down my glasses with the free hand and looked up at the gallery. Bella peered down at me, her face in a calm mask and she gave me a reassuring smile. I sighed. I can do this.

"Come on Sherman," I whispered

"Live," I ordered and plunged the saw onto his forehead, the skin peeling away and then the bone.

Gah, I'm sorry but I have zero medical knowledge. So, I'm not really sure if its code red or they do that when a tumor bursts. I think we know by know Sherman does not come through this. Okay you guys know the drill, review preview!

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