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Chapter 5

Edward's Point of View:

I finally approach the hospital. I run as quickly as I can until I reach the end of the forest. I can't expose myself at a time of crisis like this. There are young nurses standing at the door. I do not think I've ever come across them before. They must be new to the hospital. I call out to them, and they turn around, turning pale as they spot Bella in my arms. They jump back and open the wide doors for me. I nod my head in thanks and quickly rush in.

"Beautiful" I hear one of the nurses mutter to the other. I remember then that I used my shirt to wipe away some of Bella's blood. I shake my head and rush up the gray steps to Carlisle's office on the third floor. Carlisle, having heard my haggard breathing, was already waiting for me at the doorway. His eyes bulged out as he saw my angel lying in my arms.

"Edward… what, what happened?" he whispers, rushing over to me to examine Bella. He was holding his breath. Even with centuries of practice, this was too much for him. I don't know how I can breath. I really don't care at the moment either.

"May I?" he asks me, trying to take Bella. I snarl at him. "Edward, do you want to save her or not?" He snaps. "This is no time for silly games. She is dying Edward. DYING! If you don't give her to me, there is no hope for her survival. I promise, I will do whatever it takes." Hesitantly, I place her into my adopted father's arms. I take her small hand in mine kiss it.

"Save her, Carlisle. Please" I whisper weakly. "She means the world to me"

"I know son. I know." Determination rings in his voice. "Are you coming?" he asks. I quickly follow him out the door and down the huge hall. One of Carlisle's nurses gets a hospital bed for her. I tuck her in, and together, Carlisle and I roll her down the long hallway to the emergency operating room.

"Son, I need to stop the bleeding first" Carlisle explains as he gets the supplies that he needs. I nod before turning around and watching a couple fellow doctors hook Bella up to a bunch of monitors and an IV.

"Do you need anything else?" one of the doctors asks. "She's ready to be operated on."

"No thanks. I'm all set. But I really appreciate your help" Carlisle smiles at them. "You can go back on your break."

"Are you sure? How can you possibly do a surgery by yourself? Don't you need help?" The doctor asks again.

"No, I think I've got it. But thanks again." The doctors, looking puzzled, all nod at him and file out the door. Carlisle locks it behind them. "Alright. I'm going to get to work. I'll explain what I'm doing and why, ok? That way you'll know exactly what is happening to her. I will be one hundred percent honest. Fair?" I nod.

"Ok, well, for starters, I'm going to be stitching her up a bit. I wouldn't do this for anybody else in her condition first, but since it's her, I want to stop the bleeding so that we have the option of changing her if we need to." I growl, letting go of Bella's damaged hand and grabbing the sheets which cover her instead. I don't want to squeeze her too tightly by accident.

"Is that the only option?" I growl through my clenched teeth.

"Actually, son" Carlisle mutters, "That is not an option yet. She has lost to much blood. If she loses any more, she won't make it. Her body is too weak at the moment. She can't handle anymore blood loss. But when she grows a bit stronger, well, then I really don't know. It's possibly her only chance of making it." I am shaking now. I can't control myself any longer.

"Whoever did this. Will. Pay" I growl.

"Edward!" snaps Carlisle. "If you cannot control yourself, then I will have to ask you to leave. I don't want to , but this is for Bella's sake. I'm sorry" I nod at miraculously manage to minimize the shaking. "Thank you" he says. "And she isn't dead. Remember that. I am almost positive that she will be able to get through this."
The "almost" really caught my attention.

"what do you mean almost" I snarl. "you are almost sure she'll live. That's not good enough!!! I can't go on knowing that she's almost defiantly going to make it. Carlisle, can't you do something? Can't I do something?!?!" I jump out of the chair that I'm sitting in and grab a fist- full of hair.

"Edward!" Carlisle barks quietly, but severely. "You must calm down! I can't concentrate. I am aware that this is next to impossible for you, but get it together! Take a deep breath if you can." I listen to him and breathe in deeply, taking in the strong scent of Bella. I reach out, and slowly sit back down. "Thank you" Carlisle says calmly. "Now that I have stitched her up, Edward, I'm going to check for any critical damages that need to be attended to now. I typically do this first, but I wanted her to be ready for her change if necessary." I nod casually, burying my emotions. I can control myself. I can do it.

"Dad," I mutter. "Who would possibly do such a thing? This does not show any signs of a wolf attack, so I doubt it was the pack…"

"No, it was not them…" he says darkly. I notice that he is pre-occupied by something, but he is blocking me out of his head by constantly repeating Bella's name. I scrunch my eyebrows but say nothing. I know that he suspects something… or someone, but I know that if I find out who did this to my angel, I will lose complete control. So I won't press for information. I will sit here. And watch. Just watch.

"Edward" Bella slurs. "Edward…" I quickly take hold of her now - bandaged hand.

"I'm right here love. I'm right here." I feel the call in my throat grow larger. I can no longer swallow. But I manage to contain my sobs. I can't distract Carlisle. Not now.

"Edward?" I quickly look up to met Carlisle's pained gaze. I inhale quickly.

"wha… what…what's wrong?" I gasp, mentally preparing myself for the very worst.

"Son, there seems to be a great amount of, well, internal damage. Based on her breathing, her lung seems so be damaged severely, and her brain activity is not very, well, not very active. She can survive naturally, but I believe that there will be immense repercussion. Her mind will never recover to its full potential, and I don't think she will be able to walk again. Also, there's a good chance that she will need to remain on some sort of artificial breathing machine." He shakes his head and offers me a sad smile.

"What are you saying!" I growl, demonstrating all of my self control.

"Edward, I think we need to change her."

Ugh, sorry! The computer with my stories was down. Mkayyy, well, I know this was short, but I wanted to get one out to you all. I WILL be adding another chapter soon, and I'll update the rest of my stories as well. I hope you enjoyed this, and sorry bout the cliffy you'll just need to find out later this week. (Possibly tomorrow if I can get hmmm…10 reviews. Lol! SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!!! One word entries are welcome! Just feedback, please! Be brutal, I just want to know how I'm doing and If I should end the story. OK, thanks for taking the time to read it. ILU!!!