(Edward's POV)

Thomas, Cristabel and I had gone downstairs to give my brother, William, time alone with his wife who lay bleeding to death up in their bedchamber; my brother Thomas, my wife, and I had not been out of William's bedchamber ten minutes when he came downstairs, his face chalk white.

"Will, what's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"Mary's lost consciousness." He replied in an empty voice.

Wordlessly, I followed William upstairs, leaving Cristabel and Thomas in the sitting room with the twins.

"When did this happen?"

"Not two minutes ago." Will replied as we entered the master bedchamber.

"You know I can't do anything, don't you?"

"I know." Will replied, beginning to get choked up.

"Look, she has a pulse, doesn't she?"

"Yes."

"Then try to concentrate on that. There's still a chance-"

"Edward, there isn't a trace of colour in her!" He hissed. "She may have a chance, but you and I both know that it isn't likely."

'You're right.' I agreed, but said nothing.

"Just try to hold onto the fact that she's still alive."