Chapter 8

Carlisle POV

Bella's MRI revealed that her intracranial bleed had not resolved its self, but had gotten worse, most likely because of the stress on her body.

I really didn't want to have to take her back into surgery. And brain surgery was extremely dangerous. But Dr. Sheperd was very good and I would trust him with my life.

I walked into the locker room and changed out of my scrubs, ready to go home.

I drove home with my thoughts on Bella, the poor child. We had given what information Bella told us to the police and they had found out that her name was Isabella Swan and that she went missing five years ago. Her parents, who were her only living relatives, had died 18 months ago in a freak car accident, leaving Bella all alone. The police were trying to track down her captor with no luck yet.

I arrived at the house and parked my Mercedes in the monstrous garage, next to Edward's Aston Martin.

I walked into the living room to find Alice and Jasper curled up in the loveseat, watching Titanic. Emmett and Rosalie were upstairs engaging in special activities, Edward was playing the piano and Esme was cleaning our rarely used kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and snaked my arms around my beautiful wife's waist and kissed her on the cheek.

next morning

I walked into our monstrous closet, courtesy of Alice, to find a tie. I was working in Pediatrics today so I grabbed the tie that had teddy bears on it. Emmett had brought it as a joke, seeing how his favorite was bears, and had given it to me two Christmas' ago.

I stood in front of the mirror, tying said tie when Esme grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face her.

"Good morning, beautiful," I told her, pecking her on the lips.

"Good morning," she giggled. "Are you going to see Bella today?" she asked me, while finishing tying the tie.

"Yes I am. She is the first to see this morning."

"Tell her I said hello then, and have a good day at work," She told me, pushing me out the door. I waved goodbye as I drove off.

When I walked into Bella's room, she was reading a book.

"Good morning Bella. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Good. How are you?"

I noticed she had dark circles underneath her eyes and was very pale.

"I'm good. Esme said to say Hello. Did you sleep well last night?" I asked

"Tell her I said hello too. I didn't sleep too well because I had a headache so the nurse on call gave me some different painkillers that made me nauseous." I then noticed the basin beside her bed. The fact that she had a headache worried me.

I nodded and went and checked her vitals. Her pulse was steady.

"I'm going to take you up for another MRI now," I told her. She just nodded and put her book on her bedside table. It was a very battered copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

She noticed me staring at it. "It was the only book one of the nurses had. I'd usually prefer to read something by Jane Austen or one of the Bronte sister's but I am finding it quite enjoyable." She told me as we entered the elevator.

I started telling her that I was forced by one of my adopted children to read the series when I would rather be reading one of my medical journals and she just laughed.

I looked at the scans as they came up on the screen. They worried me very much. I paged Dr. Sheperd as I was pretending to be specialized in General surgery and not Neurosurgery at this hospital.

"We need to take her into surgery today," Dr. Sheperd told me as he studied the scans, frowning.

"I'll book an O.R.," he told me as I left the viewing room to get Bella out of the MRI machine.

I stood at the foot of Bella's bed as some interns prepped her for surgery. "Bella, the bleed has gotten worse. We are taking you in to surgery now." I told her. She seemed unfazed by it all and just nodded back at me.

"Carlisle, please don't let me die." She told me jokingly, as I wheeled her past the doors.

"I will try very hard not to," I told her smiling.

I walked into the operating room after scrubbing in and Bella was humming the Love theme from Titanic to herself so softly that only my vampire hearing could pick it up.

"Okay Bella, I want you to count backwards from ten for me," said the anesthesiologist.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6…" said Bella, as her eyelids fluttered closed. One of the nurses then shaved a small amount of Bella's hair from her head.

Then Dr. Sheperd walked into the room. He put on his gloves and walked over to where Bella was lying.

"Okay people, it's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun," he said, grabbing a scalpel.

The next couple of hours passed quickly.

I sat at the end Bella's bed. She should wake up soon and we would see if any damage was caused by the surgery. It went smoothly and Dr. Sheperd stopped the bleeding without any bumps in the road.

"I have a headache," Bella mumbled quietly. I looked at her. Her eyes were still closed but her forehead was creased. She had a small bandage around her head.

"Bella?"

"Mmmmmn?" she said, her eyes opening.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine," she told me as I shined a light in her eyes.

"I'm going to leave you to rest, okay?"

"mmkay," she replied, her eyelids already fluttering closed. I smile to myself as I walked out the door and went to check on my other patients.

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