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Chapter 14

E-Pov

When we arrived at the hospital I knew that something was going to end up happening. We were going to lose someone and that thought terrified me. What if I lost my brother? What if I lost Bella? What if I lost my own life? So before we piled out of the RV I kissed Bella. It was sweet, full of passion and promise. I knew that all three doctors should never have gone on these missions. Eric should have stayed back at the least. When I brought this very thing up to Charlie before we all went our separate ways he said that he needed the best shooters for the mission regardless of what they did for a living. In retrospect I could see what he was saying, but it didn't make it right. From Car's ramblings Eric was dead and so was Peter. How many more were going to have to die?

As I headed into the hospital with Emmett, Rose and Jasper I knew we were going to have to fight our way to them and back out. I hoped that we wouldn't lose anyone else. It seemed like we wandered the halls endlessly talking through the radio trying to get a clue as to where they are. It was like playing a game of hide and seek and tag at the same time. We took out munchers left and right as Emmett talked on the radio and Jasper and I yelled out for them. A few crawlers had gotten close to Rose and Emmett a couple of times, but after Rose stomped on the first one's head and the rest of us followed suit. All I could really hear was the moaning and grunting of the zombies and the echoing of the gun fire. The light pops were coming from outside and they were few and far between what we were doing. There were more zombies here and not a lot of room to dodge them. After what seemed like the longest hallway known to man the zombies became thicker. They surrounded a door. It was where my brother was and I couldn't seem to kill them damn things fast enough to get to him.

The munchers were thick around the door. Their strength was not enough to break through the solid wood, but they had made more than their fair share of dents. Among the dead was Peter. A moment of clarity happened when we found Car, Charlie and Jacob. My mother used to say that when people looked at life that they never really saw it. They never saw the world, only seeing what they wanted to see. I now knew what my mother was talking about all those years ago. There would never be more than what we had now. Never a book written or a song sang without knowing the person who wrote those things were already dead. If we could exist and make it through this we may just be the only ones left in the world. Others who may not die from the zombie attacks would die of starvation or dehydration.

So far we had it easy. Taking a look into Peter's now vacant eyes sealed this for me. I pulled the trigger after saying a quiet prayer. It wouldn't matter that I killed him; it would only matter if he killed me. I was the one who still had to exist. Emmett and Rose cleared the bodies of the zombies out of the way as Jasper and I worked on reloading our guns taking out any possible threats. Once the door was open Emmett rushed in and I followed. He picked up his uncle and I could see what Car had done to set his leg. It was shotty work coming from my brother, but with the head injury I guess it could have been worse? Jake was in shock. He rocked back and forth until Rose smacked him across the face. It made since now why he wasn't the one talking to us on the walkie talkie.

My brother had a big gash on his forehead and had to have a stage one or stage two concussion. His pupils were dilated and he kept looking around confused. He would look around at everyone and shake his head like he didn't know what was going on. I grabbed a big bag and tossed one to Jasper. They held supplies that we would need over the years. I wasn't going to let Peter and Eric's lives be for nothing. With the bag slung around my back and my gun reloaded I nodded to Emmett so he would know I was ready. Telling Carlisle to stay with me at all times was hard. It seemed that he liked shiny shit when he was out of it. I had to pull him out of harm's way more than once as zombies came from rooms and the stairs. When all else failed I used my sister n law to help me along.

"Car, do you want to see Esme?"

Car looked around at us and through the sea of corpses looking for his wife like she would magically appear. I felt bad for doing this while he was so out of it, but if I didn't then I don't know if he would make it out alive. I had to use what I could; even if it meant tricking him.

"Where is she Ed?"

Pulling on his arm and holding him firmly at my side I gave him the best answer I could.

"We have to go to her. Stay close to me and I will take you to her. Stay with me Car…..this way!"

Between reloading my gun, shooting zombies and keeping my older brother from getting bit or wandering off I was exhausted by the time we were close to the doors once again. Not to mention the fact that I was almost out of ammo. Jake, what could I really say about the guy? It looked like he lost it! One minute he was shaking, and then he was running towards Bella dodging munchers. I could hear the argument between Mike, Paul, Dougie and Bella before Jake latched onto Bella's arm. He yanked it so hard that I could hear the pop as it separated from the socket. Her scream of pain and Jasper pulling her away did nothing to hide my worry. Emmett thought it would be for the best if we got Car inside the RV before he thinks he can treat the zombies for breaks, cuts and bruises. He had already begun talking about treating everyone in the parking lot.

I heard the shot just before I heard Emmett curse and howl out in pain. Then everything happened really fast. I helped Emmett bring Charlie in to the RV and I noticed he was bleeding. He was shot. After laying him down in the back on one of the beds I noticed that the bullet went through his chest. It had to have hit at least one vital organ. I cursed myself knowing that I hadn't done my surgical rotation and didn't know what I was supposed to do? I had a general idea from working in the ER, but I always had a resident available to consult. Emmett was screaming at me and in some pathetic attempt to help, Car was spouting off facts about threw and threw wounds like it would help me. After ripping open his shirt I took his blood pressure and did everything in a moving RV to assess the worst of the damage. I rolled him and noticed that even with the basics that I had it wouldn't be enough to save him. The bullet hit not only his liver, but it also had to have hit his intestines.

Even in the ER something as complicated as a bullet hitting a major organ could cost a person their life; we knew that if we didn't stabilize them for surgery that they wouldn't make it. As I worked I was calling out for objects that I needed like o'neg and clamps and we didn't have any of that stuff. No donated blood. No clamps. No surgical equipment. Without those objects I didn't have a prayer of saving Charlie's life. The blood and clamps alone would at least be able to stabilize him until we got to the house so I could figure out if I would even be able to patch him up. Without a skilled surgeon and an ultrasound machine I don't know if he would even make it? Carlisle is no help right now and even Eric wouldn't be able to help me right now, if he was still alive. So I did the only thing I could do. I packed the wound on both sides and prayed for the best. I told Emmett that I would need to take the bullet out of his shoulder as soon as I fixed Charlie up. He waved me off and I once again focused on Charlie.

I kept working on at least slowing the bleeding until I could look at it properly. Right now I was going off of the training I had from my time spent in the ER and the anatomy of the human body. When the RV came to a stop at the front gates he was still bleeding out. It had slowed, but I wasn't even sure if it was because he had already lost so much of it, or because it was collecting in the make shift bandage I made? The worst case scenario was that the blood was collecting in another part of the body and I wasn't able to tell. Pushing those thoughts aside I focused on why we hadn't moved forward yet.

"What's taking so fucking long? If I don't get him inside NOW then we could lose him!"

Emmett and Rose were screaming back at me as I checked Charlie's pulse again. It was slowing down and I knew that to save his life I would need some of the things that were in the ambulance in front of us. We had both of the walkie talkies so other than running outside in the sea full of flesh eaters to ask what was taking so long we would have to wait. When Charlie's pulse had weakened further I dropped his wrist and ran to the front pushing Rose's hands out of the way and slammed on the horn. After another ten minutes the gates opened and the sea of munchers came through the gate with us.

As the RV came to a stop we all rushed out and the fight for our lives started once again. Shots were fired and I saw Mike go down. A couple of zombies had gotten in the way of my access to the house as Esme ushered the kids back inside. Jake had gotten between a muncher and Seth blocking his path. It also caused Jake to get bit. Leah was frantic as she ran towards him leaving her little brother unprotected. Alice stepped in to take out the threat and make Seth go inside to safety. Getting Car to the house was damn near impossible. He was out of it, confused as to what was going on and wanting to help protect Charlie. I told him to wait in the RV. I couldn't move Charlie or Car while the threat was so big. Neither one could fight against those things in the state they were in. Tyler came out of the house and fought alongside us, but I could tell by his blank stare and halfhearted attempts at trying to protect himself that he was only trying to get even before he gave up all together. I told him to focus his anger at the things that took Eric from him and I think that it helped. He became more aggressive and looked like he was fighting harder. Even down an arm Bella was a great fighter.

I could tell that her shoulder was popped back into the socket, and she had to still be in pain as she fought. I never saw her go into the house, but I saw her come out. She was loaded down with guns and what looked like a machete. Tossing an axe to Emmett she pulled the machete from the holder on her hip and sliced through the munchers like butter. Arms, legs, heads and whole torsos were sliced apart as she made her way through the crowd. She spun and dodged as she attacked the zombies coming from every direction. Alice not too far behind her was using the same weapon she used on the ship; as she flipped and turned and summersaulted taking out anything coming close to her. Rose looked like a cross between a female Rambo and a female wrestler from TV. Her face was fierce and she grunted and cursed shooting anything not with in arms reach. Alternating weapons of a gun and a tire iron. I kept as close to the door of the RV as I could and took out any zombie that came close to me. Dougie, Jasper and believe it or not Paul stayed close to me and helped defend the RV from attacks.

By the time the last zombie fell we had lost a few. Jake knowing he was bit told his wife that he loved her and to take care of Seth before he put his gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Mike had already started twitching, showing signs that he was turning. Dougie handled that by lodging the tire iron Rose handed to him through his skull. When I went to check on Charlie his pulse was gone. In the time it took to kill the threat Charlie died and I felt like I was at a loss. I knew that it was a long shot that I could save his life from the bullet from Paul's misfire, but he still had a chance then. The morphine I had given him for the pain I hoped would give him some sort of peace towards the end. I helped Car out of the RV as I went to tell everyone that we had lost Charlie as well as the others. When I had gotten outside I could hear Emmett yelling that someone needed to close the gate. More zombies were headed our way. They were farther back as they stumbled and lurched forward towards us. If we didn't get that gate closed some hundred or more zombies would be upon us again.

Dougie's girlfriend Kera wiped some blood from her face and ran back inside after tossing the now empty guns down. It was then that I noticed that Ben, Angela, Kera and Charlotte had been helping us fight off the zombies. I reloaded my gun the same time Emmett called out 'LOCK AND LOAD' as we opened fire on the munchers headed our way. Bodies dropped and where one once stood two more stumbled over the corpse taking his or her place. As the first gate closed a lot of the munchers were already close enough to get through. I noticed that the lady from the gas station that had kicked me out was among the living dead. The town must have been attacked just after we left. She was wearing the same clothes, only now they were stained with black crusted blood. As the thick metal gate slid in place she was one of the few that were crushed by the impact.

Momentarily I became distracted by the body parts all over the ground. Some were twitching and some were laying still. The sickly grey color of the corpses was making me ill. The ground was splattered with dead blood and meat chunks, a few pieces of smashed flesh and skull was turning my stomach. Esme was blocking the children from seeing the corpses as Renee ran out to be with her husband. I stopped her just before she reached the door and cleared my throat uncomfortably at what I was going to say. None of them knew that Charlie had been shot, simply believing that his only injury was a simple broken leg. I knew that it wasn't my fault that I wasn't able to save his life, but I still felt the pain of losing a patient. What made my guilt even worse was that I knew him, not well, but I still had seen him kiss his wife and hug his daughter. I wasn't around to give them his last words, if he said any? I shook my head when Bella questioned why I wasn't letting her mother see her father.

"I'm sorry. I did all I could to save him, but the bullet must have hit a few major organs and he didn't make it."

Bella looked at me in disbelief and shook her head at me before saying anything.

"What?"

I nodded at Bella as Renee fell to the ground sobbing asking how and why.

"When I examined him after he was shot I noticed that where the bullet hit him in the back had to have hit his liver. Without doing an autopsy I won't know if it was just nicked or if there was more damage. Since the bullet went through his body it most likely hit more of his organs on its way out. I'm sorry Bella and Renee. I did all I could to save him. It's just that I hadn't done that rotation yet at the hospital and with the damage that was done I couldn't repair it."

Renee looked at me with tears streaming down her face as Bella gathered her in her arms. The tears swimming in her eyes was heart breaking. Feeling the guilt stabbing even deeper for not being able to save the most important man in their lives I took a shuttering breath. After a few hiccups Renee opened her mouth letting out a gut wrenching sob before asking me the question I feared answering.

"Did he suffer?"

I shook my head so fast that the world tilted on axis making me slightly dizzy before opening my mouth.

"No, he didn't suffer. After Emmett loaded him into the RV the first thing I did was give him morphine. It was the only pain killer that would work instantly and strong enough for his injuries. Again I'm sorry I wasn't able to save his life."

Bella gave me a sympathetic watery smile and nodded to me. Renee gave a quiet 'thank you for trying' as Bella and Dougie helped her back inside. We had lost more people today then I could have ever imagined; Eric, Peter, Mike, Charlie and Jake. If I could have anyone take Charlie's place it would have been Paul. My eyes cut to the kid who had caused more heartbreak out of one selfish act then anyone could have done. His head was lowered and his shoulders were shaking. I showed Car where Esme was and he walked dazed to the front door and into his wife's arms. I told Emmett that I would still need to take a look at the wound in his shoulder and that he should head in for a shower. As I am sure that the dirt, dust, and sweat that has gotten into it would cause an infection sooner than later. He nodded reluctantly and I handed Paul a roll of garbage bags for the dead body parts that Dougie had returned with. Tyler had suggested that we bury Charlie, Mike and Jake and we burn the others. It sounded right to me so I told Paul to get started bagging up the pieces.

Paul had tears running down his face as he took the bags from me and ripped one off dropping to the ground and started packing it full. I wasn't going to comfort him after his cocky attitude ended up getting Charlie killed and Emmett wounded. He needed to feel the guilt of what he had done. If it wasn't for him trying to be big Billy bad ass Charlie would still be alive and we may not have tracked so many zombies back to the house. I wasn't going to rub salt into his wound either. He would have enough of that every time he looked into Renee's, Bella's, Dougie's, Rosalie's, Emmett's and little Emily's eyes. Knowing that he stole that man from his family was going to be enough of a kick in the nuts until the day they forgive him. Sadie had come out to help with the cleanup and so did a few others. I headed back inside to scrub my hands and make sure that Esme didn't let Carlisle go to sleep. I needed to stitch his forehead and get everything ready and remove the bullet from Emmett's shoulder. It had been a long ass day, and when all was said and done I was going to get nice and drunk!