At 30 000 Feet
Part V
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Edward/Bella/Carlisle
Category: Drama/Angst
Spoilers: Very slight for Midnight Sun
Warnings: None
Summary: Because at 30 000 feet, when the one you love is dying, you'd do anything to save her, right?
A/N: I've decided to switch up the POV in this part and write from Edward's POV. I also got a lot of questions pertaining to the medical terms used in the last chapter. Therefore I've decided to go a little lighter on the terms and procedures. I'm sorry to those who actually know what I'm talking about, but for those who don't, it'll make this story more enjoyable for both of us. That said I'm going to briefly explain about the last chapter before you read this one (those of you who knew what I was talking about, feel free to skip over this). An LP/lumbar puncture or a spinal tap is a medical procedure in which the doctor inserts a needle into the patient's spine. Spinal fluid is then collected and tested. Bacterial meningitis is an infection of the brain and spinal cord. It is life threatening if left untreated.
"Is that a little dangerous Carlisle?" I asked as I quickly dressed. Although it had been a few years since I'd last graduated Med School, the knowledge hadn't faded.
"We've been lucky enough to be turbulence free so far," Carlisle said.
"So far," I repeated, "if we did happen to hit a pocket of turbulence, even you wouldn't have a steady enough hand not to hit any nerves." He was struggling again with his decision, and I was sorry.
I love her too you know, he thought, his eyes tortured. "I know you do," I muttered. But we're running out of time.
I didn't reply and Carlisle sighed. "Are you going to help me or not?" he asked, as he began clearing the pill bottles off the seat.
I nodded and moved over to Bella. Carefully lifting her onto her side, I brought her knees up to her chest and bent her head. "Hold her as steady as you can Edward," Carlisle said as he used a piece of Vodka soaked gauze to clean an area on Bella's lower back.
Carlisle picked up the needle and I tightened my grip on her.
I don't know why I heard it, I had long ago trained my mind to block out everyone's thoughts that I didn't care to hear. But I saw it, as clear as the pilot saw it in his mind; the sky, black and lit up only every few seconds by lightning strikes.
My hand's tightened on Bella's body and I sucked in a deep breath, wondering if Carlisle still had time, and then several things happened at once. The pilot reached for the intercom, ready to warn passengers of the approaching thunderstorm and to ask them to return to their seats, the airplane hit a pocket of air, jerking and dropping what felt like a few hundred feet, and Carlisle's hand moved, the needle puncturing Bella's skin.
"No!" I cried, and reached for Carlisle's arm; fear that he had hit one of Bella's nerves filling my senses.
A/N: I am truly sorry about the length of this part. But I'm working on the next part, and should have it done soon.