Last time…
"C-C-Carlisle?"
My heartbeat went frantic. I can't believe it is really him! I hugged him tightly. "It's good to see you too Bella." Carlisle chuckled. His scent was sweet and relaxing. Not as intoxicating as Edward's though. I pried myself away from him.
"How is everyone? Are you all in the city?" I asked quickly. Carlisle chuckled again.
"Everyone is alright. We are all here. Listen Bella, I am on an ER call. Come by my office after work and we'll chat." Carlisle suggested. I nodded and he walked away quickly to the ER. Grace, Emma, and I entered the elevator. I hit level eight. The elevator doors closed and it rose quickly up.
"That is the father, right?" Emma muttered once we reached our floor. She was put out by vampires, even the Cullen's.
"Yep. Esme is the mother figure. Rosalie and Alice the daughters. Emmett, Japer, and Edward the sons." I explained. Emma nodded in understanding. We were in the surgery section of the hospital. I led the way up to the main desk. A lady with frizzed blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes sat behind the desk.
"Oh! You must the trainers! Thank goodness! Aarons, you have your trainees in room 147. Fisher, 130, Carter, 178. Please. Go help them." She begged. I smirked softly to myself and headed towards my room. I wonder how many I have? I entered the room and saw fifteen people lounging around.
"I am Dr. Isabella Aarons, I will be your trainer." I spoke up. All heads turned in my direction. There was seven women and eight men. I led them towards a kidney patient. We all got ready for the surgery room. I entered and did my lesson.
The lesson went by slowly. I was hot and sweaty once I left the room. Being cramped in a room with a bunch of people, working with blood is not exactly cold. It gets hot fast. It was around seven P.M. when we got done. Grace, Emma, and I get off right now. I met up with Grace and Emma in the lobby. "I'm going to find Carlisle." I hug them goodbye and head towards the office area. Gordo, Miller, Durango, Cullen. I read off the names on the doors till I came to Carlisle's. His face was solemn when I stepped inside. "Hello Carlisle," I smiled brightly at him. It felt good to see him again. His smile faltered. "What is wrong?" I asked, panicked.
"It's Justin Aarons." Carlisle murmured softly. My breath hitched in my throat. "He was shot. They brought him here. A drive by. Punctured the left coronary artery. We did everything we could to save him. I'm sorry Bella." With that my world turned black.