Pandemics always filled Edward with a strange pang of emotion. Not that they happened frequently.
He stood in the middle of the grocery store aisle, staring blankly at where the toilet paper usually filled the shelves.
It was in moments like this that the world seemed too big, eternity seemed too long a time.
Flash. A sickly mother kneeling at his bedside. He blinked and turned from the aisle. Flash. Begging Carlisle to do everything he could for her son. Edward pushed through the frantic crowd. Flash. His mother arguing with him over the war when mother's friend came in with news of a sickness.
Flash. The sensation of Carlisle's sharp teeth against brittle skin.
Flash. Edward fled.
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AN: I hope you are all well and being safe out there.