Rosalie's POV
England
July 9th, 1935
Shouts and screams alarmed the hospital throughout the halls.
I ran in my white uniform to help the others that needed guidance, seeing hundreds of soldiers groaning on pulled-out wheeled beds. I saw Bella already tending a soldier, checking for the injuries by stripping him down. I looked around for a soldier that needed me the most, panicking with the noise of dying soldiers that weren't being tended by other nurses.
I picked out a solider that was groaning the loudest, seeing that he was filthy with dirt patches all over his body. It was no wonder he was aching in pain from the gruesome scars that were exposed. His eyes were closed looking like he was about to die but strived to live. That could have been Emmett…Emmett!
I looked around, seeing if Emmett was one of the injured soldiers but I saw no sight of him. I smiled, relieved that he was still alive among the other soldiers in France. But how long will that last?
I rolled the pulled-out bed to a room to take care of him. Looking at him, he reminded me of Emmett with the format of his hair and the facial structure. Imagining that it was Emmett, I was motivated to cure the innocent guy.
I found an empty room, rolling him into the room with nothing but a nightstand and an uncomfortable bed. It will do, I thought although reluctant to take the room. I looked for gas to put him to sleep. I couldn't have him continue to groan while I observed him more of his scars. I found a gas mask for the patient to inhale, dragging the cart closer to me.
I placed the mask over his nose and mouth, hoping he would fall asleep through the mask without feeling anything. I looked out the door to see if a doctor could look at him while I tend to other patients. The soldier fell asleep, looking very peaceful than he did a minute ago.
The soldier woke up hours later with a confused look on his face. I was sitting next to his bed, wrapping and bandaging his arm that was operated on an hour ago. He also broke two ribs and several toes on both feet. Right now he couldn't feel anything but in a while, he would retrace the pain he felt earlier. I just hope I wouldn't be around when he did.
"Where am I?" he asked me drowsily, hearing his voice croak.
"You're in a hospital in England," I replied, focusing on the bandage. "You had been unconscious for two hours."
"No wonder I feel dizzy," he gave out a small chuckle. "How did I get here from France?"
I looked up at him. "You were in France you say?"
"Yes, I was in France for several months."
I could hardly breathe because I felt…excited. "Do you know Emmett McCarthy?"
He nodded. "He slept in the same cabin I slept in. Wow that guy is a hero! He saved his friend Edward Masen and five others from the invasion."
My eyes widened. "What happened?"
"There were dozens of boulders rolling down from hills. Twenty people died while hundreds were injured, including myself. It was a disaster," he told me. "This was happening while we were carrying flat wooden sticks miles to help build a new hospital for the base. Emmett was a hero! He saved Edward by running miles to find his friend. He carried twenty flat wooden sticks while Edward continued to walk weakly."
My jaw broke open. "That's incredible!"
"Yeah, it truly is. Oh by the way, my name is Andrew Davis," he smiled, seeing the adoration in his eyes. "I'm just a soldier. What's your name, miss?"
I wasn't in a state of confidence when he asked me that question. "Rosalie Hale. Actually, it's really Rosalie King"
"Rosalie King, I'll remember that."
I looked down, avoiding his gaze. "How is Emmett?"
"The last time I heard, he was doing well. Commander Brandon was thinking about promoting him to Lieutenant when he arrives to Poland," his voice was raspy, sounding like he needed water. I picked up a glass and a pitcher filled with water on the table I set up for him. I poured the water into the glass, handing the glass carefully to him so he wouldn't spill. "Thank you."
"It's the least I can do," I responded, sounding like I was mumbling.
"I take it that you're married to Royce King, General Charles King's son. Is that right?"
I nodded. "Yes I'm married to Royce. I better let you rest, Mr. Davis. Let me know if you need anything else."
I got up from my small stool I was sitting on, walking towards the door. I closed the door behind me, not looking back at him to avoid giving any hints to him. I saw nurses and doctors scattering through the hallways as the doctors were giving orders to the nurses to tend the patients. One doctor was running towards me in a panic look on his face.
"Go to room 84! There's a man that need you to wrap his foot," the doctor ordered me, running away to talk to the other nurses.
I ran away from him, running as fast as I could in my white dress that was making me trip. 72…73…75…76…78…
I turned on the corner to see that there was a line of other rooms. 80…82…84…
I opened the door to room 84, seeing that a man was lying in bed still conscious. I checked that the morphine was in his body but it was running low, realizing that the pain he felt earlier would come back. I walked quietly closed to him to bandage his foot like I was ordered to do. I grabbed a roll of bandage tape neck to the supply of tools that were lined up for me to use. I saw that there was a stool for me to sit on, similar to the stool I was sitting no earlier.
Ten minutes later, I started to bandage his foot. Panting in apprehension, I did the best of my ability to align the wrap of the bandage even for it to stay in place. I looked at the man, recognizing him from somewhere but it was hard to remember. I shook off the thought, focusing on what really mattered compare to my memory.
I heard him exhale, making me shook in place and to turn towards him. He opened his eyes, seeing the emerald green eyes looking ghostly from the morphine. He saw me, looking at me strangely as I continued to stay on task with his foot.
"Where am I?" he asked drowsily, hearing his voice out of breath. I better get used to that question.
"You're in England," I replied, not looking at him. "I'm just checking your foot to see if that's okay. I won't be here for long, I promise you."
"Who are you?"
"I'm a nurse in this hospital."
He smirked, lightly shaking his head. "I meant what's your name?"
I looked up at him. "I don't think it's required to give you my name. After all, I'm only here for a short while and other nurses will tend you."
"Then how can I thank you?" he asked me rationally. "I rather thank you formally."
I paused from my task, placing the remains of the bandage on his foot. "I'm Rosalie King."
His eyes widened. "You're Rosalie?"
I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "Yes? I must ask, but how do you know about me?"
"My name is Edward Cullen. I'm a friend of Emmett McCarthy and he told me about you," he explained. "I knew you both were from England but I didn't know that you're a nurse."
I resumed back to bandaging his foot, feeling uncomfortable to talk about Emmett with a stranger. "Your wife, Bella, is here in hospital if you want to see her."
The biggest smile I have ever seen appeared on his face. "Is there a slight chance for you to send her here?"
I placed the edge of the bandage wrap inside of the cast, looking at the damaged foot. "It can be done. I'll go find her for you."
"Thank you Rosalie."
I stood up from my stool, walking towards the door. I opened the door, seeing nurses still running up and down the hallways.
"Rosalie?"
I turned around, seeing him still lying in bed. "Yes Edward?"
"Emmett wanted me to tell you that he loves you," he looked uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact. "He said that he doesn't know if he would live long enough to see you face-to-face."
I nodded, lowering my eyes. "Yes, thank you."
I exited out of the door, closing the door behind me. I walked to room 82, the room Bella was in that I memorized some odd reason. Few seconds later, I approached the door to room 82, hearing screams from a patient.
I opened the door, seeing a man screaming with Bella trying to pull out a chunk of rock out of a man's leg. The man looked like he was being tortured for information at a prison, swaying his body back and forth for Bella to stop but she tried to clam him down. She looked like she was about to faint with her eyes blinking constantly. Like I predicted, she fainted with the tools in her hand.
I ran to her, kneeling to her to make sure she was all right. "Bella…Bella, can you hear me?"
She opened her eyes. "Yes…Yes I'm okay I think."
"Go to room 84," I ordered her. "There's a surprise for you."
"You know I hate surprises. Just tell me what's in room 84."
I smiled, shaking my head. "It's a good surprise, I promise you."
"Fine, fine I'll go to room 84."
I stood up, helping Bella up from the ground. I saw that the solider was panting from the pain he was feeling from his leg. I looked over at Bella, seeing the horror from her eyes. "I'll take care of the man. It's important."
Her eyebrows furrowed together. "Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. You'll thank me one day," I tried to convince her to let me handle the solider. Emmett ordered me to have Bella and Edward be together while they still can.
"But be careful. Remember what condition you're in right now," she gestured her hand to my stomach.
I looked at my tiny spherical stomach, placing my fingers gently on it. "I can handle it, Bella."
"I'm concern about you, Rosalie. I don't want you to have a miscarriage like I did."
I looked up at her. "You need to go to Edward. He's waiting for you right now."
She went to the door and looked back at me. "Thank you Rosalie. I owe you." She exited out of the room, closing the door behind her so I was left with the wounded soldier. He was lying on his back paralyzed or wasn't willing to move due to the agony he felt from his leg. I walked to him with the tweezers Bella was using to pull the chunk of the boulder. I guess Bella forgot to give the soldier morphine.
"Don't worry, I'll going to remove the rock out. I'll give you morphine afterwards so I can stitch up your cut," I told him the process I was going to do.
He snorted. "That was what the last nurse said but she failed to pull out the rock. She would never survive the army if she couldn't tolerate a dab of blood."
My tweezers clenched the piece of the rock as I begun to pull the rock towards my direction. He screamed in agony, piercing my ears but I wasn't willing to give up. The rock was halfway out, pulling it even harder to make sure ever piece of the rock was out. The man screamed louder, swaying back and forth like he did before but I made sure my tweezers remained in place for me to continue.
Two minutes later, the rock was completely out, seeing the hole filled with blood being exposed. Blood slid down his leg as the man panted, groaning in pain from the burning of the air hitting the cut. I stood up, walking towards the counter where the morphine was. I gave the morphine to him, hoping that it would help him from the pain.
Minutes later, I started to stitch up his leg with a sterile needle and blue thread. The man fell asleep on his back with his mouth hanging open. I was relieved to know that the man was able to sleep through it rather than stay awake and distract me. His skin was freezing from the numbness of the morphine, not being able to place my hands on the skin for a long time.
I was finally finished with his leg, standing up to look at the stitches I patched up for him. I smiled at my achievement, feeling proud of myself for being able to tolerate the blood.
I rubbed my stomach, smiling at my unborn baby for letting me help the man rather than have me vomit in the trashcan. I couldn't wait until the baby would be born so I would what had been growing inside me for months. I wanted Emmett to see his child before he was to die in action like the thousands were going to do. I walked towards the door to leave the man alone and rest from the agony he faced for hours. I opened the door and closed it behind me when I exited the door from the man's room.
I walked towards room 82 to see Edward and Bella. Bella strangely left the door open as I saw them together in his room. Bella was on top of Edward half naked with Edward decent on the bottom. I saw that Edward's wounded foot wasn't even touched as it was lying at the end of the bed. They didn't notice me looking at them as I saw Bella's bra become unhooked. I took it as a cue for me to close the door silently and let them make love like they have been waiting to do for months.
I envied them for being able to be together while I was miserable without my solider. I knew that I was never alone, but I wanted Emmett. I always wanted Emmett with me but right now was the moment I needed him. I wanted to do what Bella and Edward were doing if only I wasn't pregnant to have the chance of a miscarriage. The doctor told me it was safe for me to make love but I didn't want to risk it. I was completely in love with my baby even though I haven't seen it yet.
I walked towards the doctor's office to get information about the next patient I had to cure. I had to take two shifts for Bella so she could be with her husband. Even though I didn't want to continue to work, I knew it would be worth it because Bella was happy. She deserved to be happy for what she had been doing to help me. If it weren't for her, I don't think the baby would have lived.
It was very late in the night as I was lying on my bed with the lamp on my nightstand lighting up the room. Doctor Carlisle Masen wanted to rest so I wouldn't put the baby in jeopardy. I found a clipboard in room so I decided to write a letter to Emmett because I couldn't stop thinking about him during the operations that were held for the other soldiers. I pinched the edge of the pen to start writing my letter.
My dearest Emmett,
I'm sorry if this letter gets to you a day late. I was occupied with the thousands of wounded soldiers from France to be able to stop to write you this letter. I took care of Edward in the hospital by wrapping the bandage tape around his foot until Doctor Carlisle operated on it. He and Bella were able to have their reunion while I took her shifts so they would spend all day together. I was overjoyed to know that you weren't among the wounded soldiers I saw today. I met Andrew Davis and he said he knew you by sleeping in the same cabin. He's well in his room and will probably come back to France next week. I remembered the story you told me about the boulder incident but you never mentioned about saving other people. You're my hero.
I missed you more than usual, which is impossible because I always miss you. Your sweater is done so I'll send it to you tomorrow along with this letter. I hope you like it and wear it in France so you won't freeze to death in those cabins. I know I'm not your wife and shouldn't tell you these things but in my heart, we are happily married. You're my husband in my heart and mind, Emmett, so I'm never alone. Remember that I'm with you even though it's not physically shown and holding your hand through it all.
I can't wait until October when you arrive in England for the weekend. I hope you're well even though you weren't at the hospital ill like the many soldiers. I love you and although I say it all the time, I mean it every time. Remember that I want to be Mrs. McCarthy more than anything. I'll do anything for me to get a divorce so we can get married legally. All I want right now is for you to hold me like you did in April on the memorable night we had together. I'm worried about you so please don't do risks that have a chance of you dying. I know you'll feel reluctant but please do it for me.
With all my heart,
Rosalie
