I saw my mother at his side, her face was pained. I knew that, if she could, she would be crying. Dad went to mom's side and wrapped his arms around. Her face fell into his shoulder. I wanted to talk to grandpa, for him to pat me on the shoulder and tell me not to be silly. I went to his other side. I touched his hand. I wanted to clutch it, to hold it tight and feel the blood pumping through his veins. His blood was slow now. I wanted to talk to him. Before it was too late.
I looked at Carlisle. "Can he hear me" I asked, choked up. But I wasn't going to cry. It wasn't fair on mom. "I don't know" he told me. "But I know he won't respond." I didn't care. I wanted to tell him anyway. I whispered to grandpa. I touched him, showing him my memories, and showing him my wishes. I showed him my apologies. I stayed like that for at least half an hour. Then the beeping of one of the monitors picked up, and at first, I hoped it was grandpa getting better. But then Carlisle cleared his throat and went and asked mom something. Mom shook her head and Carlisle nodded. After piecing together the words I did catch, I realized what that meant. They weren't going to resuscitate him.
Carlisle told us to say our goodbyes went out to get a nurse. I couldn't talk, so yet again, I just showed grandpa endless pictures. Carlisle came back in with a nurse and laid a hand on grandpa's shoulder. He said something quietly and sighed. I continued showing him pictures. Then the beeping accelerated and suddenly stopped leaving one long beep of his last heart beat. "Time of death nine-forty-two-pm" Carlisle said quietly. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let the tears spill out in torrents. I heard Carlisle leave and talk with someone outside. I recognised the voice. Jacob came in and wrapped his arms around me. He reached out one hand to pat Charlie on the shoulder. "You were a good man, Charlie" He whispered. He cupped his hand under my chin and picked up my tearstained face. "I'm so sorry Ness." He says.
I collapse into his chest and cry.