Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, just the story plot
Thank you to my co-writer
Chapter 3:
Esme Pov
"Esme what happened." Carlisle asked his voice full of worry and love, not just for me but for the precious gift I was carrying. Oh how I loved him so.
"I'll explain later Carlisle please…just help the girl." He could only nod, but his eyes told it all…
"Johnson, take Esme to get stitched up…" apparently he noticed my arm… it throbbed with pain, but right now I am solely focused on the angel in my arms holding onto my shirt for her life. She is a true fighter, a warrior who has been through too much.
"Yes Dr. Cullen." Johnson was about 21 and has been working at the hospital for about 8 months and was a funny but reliable guy, according to the stories Carlisle told me. Well for Johnson to help me, Carlisle was going to have to help her, and she wasn't having that. It was like I was her only shelter, her safe house, in this storm of pain and confusion. Carlisle tried to take the girl form me to get her help but she wouldn't let go of my shirt, truly a fighter, she stirred more awake and looked up at my husband, in an instant she was terrified beyond describing.
"Young one, you are safe… I won't harm you, you have my word." Carlisle said as gently s if he were talking to one of our children at a much younger age. What this child has been through… I wouldn't wish that upon the devil himself.
The child looked at me then to my arm and then back to me, as if searching for a way to repay me for saving her. What she found in my eyes I will probably never know, but it satisfied her, she let go of my shirt.
"I'll see you in a bit." I whispered to the child. "Hopefully" I whispered to myself.
I couldn't deny it, it was so clear, I had fallen in love with that broken angel, that child that is not of my womb, that gently being in my husband's arms going to safe keeping, my daughter by blood shed.
"Mrs. Cullen?" Johnson asks, probably just checking to see if I was still remotely awake…
"Hmmm?" was all I was able to reply with a small noticing nod. I was quickly and messily getting sleepy, even though I was about to pass out I couldn't help but let my mind drift to my children. Emmett must be worried, because we aren't' home yet, and my little Edward, Alice must be driving him to death with questions about where I am and what I am doing. They must all still be sitting at home, if we still have a home, worried sick.
And then my mind drifted to my other child, the one who somehow, in a twisted way, has saved me, the one who right now is probably having oxygen placed over her mouth and forced to be mentally pained in her own darkness, the one who I would give anything right now to switch places, the one struggling to keep her own life... I love you.
And then it all went black…
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