Closing her chart, I took a sip of my coffee. I walked over to Edward and heard him sigh sadly. I stud there and waited for him to talk.
"Wait in the conference room, we will be meeting with her parents." He didn't look up; instead he looked at the ground.
I walked off and went to room C11, were the meeting would take place, I set out a jug of water and five glasses, putting a few muffins out as well, I looked up and could see them all walking in. Elizabeth's mother, Anne, smiled at me as her father, Richard, walked past me and sat down rudely.
Carlisle and Edward took their seats and I sat down in the middle of them.
"This is Bella Swan, the nurse assisting me today and she will be looking after Elizabeth as she continues her stay here." Edward introduced me.
"Edward, I was wondering if we should go forward with the surgery, I want to know your thoughts on this." She looked at him with a pained expression.
"If this was my child, I personally would be saddened and emotionally drained and I admire you for your strength but, Elizabeth's condition is advancing rapidly and by looking at it, I don't think she can survive the surgery. And even if she made it off the table…" he shook his head, not wanting to think about it.
"So the chance's of my daughter living after the surgery are slim, correct." Elizabeth's mother said, her tears spilling over.
Edward didn't answer straight away, he looked at the table, his head in his hands, "Yes, it is correct, Elizabeth's condition is very advanced and as she is so young and small, her body wont be able to deal with the stress."
"But what if she did, how long would she get?" her father bored his eyes into Edward's.
"Three months at least." He sighed, her mother cried into her fathers shoulder.
"And without the surgery?" Richard showed no emotion.
"A month, three weeks." His voice cracked, Carlisle put a hand on his son's shoulder.
"You find us time, you find us time." Richard pointed his finger at Edward, he demanded it.
"Richard there trying." Anne said.
"There not." He yelled, "our daughter wouldn't be in here if they were trying, she wouldn't be hooked up to machines, she wouldn't be in this position."
"Do the surgery, do it and get us a cure." He said, signing the concent form and handing the pen over to his wife.
"Maybe we shouldn't." she whispered through her sobs. "We should enjoy are daughter as long as possible, we shouldn't do it, I don't feel comfortable doing it and Edward recommends that we not do it, so no." she put the pen down.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW YOU FEEL." Richard roared in her face, making me jump, Edward put a hand on my back, soothing me from the fright. "How do you think she is, she is in pain, our Lizzie is in pain and you don't care." He was an inch away from her face.
"Of course I care, I just don't want to lose her." She said, her tears spilling over. I put my hand across the table and held her in mine, rubbing soothing circles.
"Well your killing her." He said.
"Why don't we all take a deep breathe." Carlisle intervened. "I understand that you are unhappy and saddened as it has come to this, but you need to do what you think is best, not for you and the timeline but what is best for her, what she needs and how she needs it." He looked both of them in there eyes. "Now Edward thinks that she wont live through the surgery and I know that Richard you disagree." He gestured towards him. "And I know that Anne, you feel its not the right thing to do, but you both need to put your minds at rest, discuss it, sleep on it and we will resume this meeting in the morning." He said standing up and looking at Edward. "You follow me." He told him bitterly, he sighed getting up and following his father.
I watched as they walked to the corner and then Carlisle stopped, I opened the file, pretending to write, so Edward wouldn't see.
"You do not say that to a patient," Carlisle hissed, "you don't tell them your feelings, you tell them what the surgery is about, it is to about what you think."
"She asked me and it is my oath as a surgeon to answer, this child has been my patient for over three years and if I feel the need to say something I will say it." He took a step back and walked away.
Getting up, I took a bottle of water with me, I made my way to the lounge where I found Angela, she sighed and I sat down beside her.
"Hey, get any good surgery's" I asked, taking a sip of my water and then putting it down on the coffee table.
"No, Dr. Burke says that for the first few weeks we will be watching." She rolled her eyes and looked down at the magazine that she was reading. "Did you get anything good?"
"Yeah, I have a four year old needing lung surgery but her parents haven't decided to do it yet, the father wants to but the mother doesn't, there torn between keeping her alive and letting her go and being pain free." I shook my head in sadness.
"Lucky, at least you get to do something, I just follow Burke around, anyway…how is Dr. Cullen?"
"Edward is fine…got into a fight with his dad, though." I informed her.
"Unlucky for him." She muttered, just then my pager went off, I groaned in frustration, couldn't I have a minute to myself?
"I gotta go." She waved me off, continuing to read her magazine.