Chapter Five: Dying
I woke up that night, and looked at the clock on the wall. It read 9:30 P.M. I looked on either side of my bed, and sure enough, Edward and my children were there. He spotted me looking at him, and he gave me a crooked smile, making the monitor stop for just a split second. I laughed gently, and saw Ivy climbing up onto the bed. She laid next to me, and I wrapped my arms around her, embracing her in a loving hug.
"Mommy, why won't you stay?" She asked me, her voice shaking.
"I don't know. I can't help it." I said with an exasperated sigh. Austen was curled up on another bed, fast asleep. I smiled at the sight of him, so peaceful and care-free. I wished I could be the same. I groaned, and Ivy off of the bed. Edward rushed to my side, and I felt pain seeping from my head down my back. I moaned, and wondered what was going on. I felt like I was being suffocated, like something was strangling me, or like someone had tied a rope around my neck. Blackness was returning, again.
"When will this ever stop?" I wondered to myself, my eyes fluttering closed. The monitor went from a steady beeping noise, to a straight, monotone noise. My heart had stopped, and my lungs were not functioning. I heard Carlisle come in, and I wondered what was wrong with me now.
"She's dying, Edward. We have to make a decision." He said sternly.
"What?!" Edward growled.
"Either let her die, or change her."
"NO!" Edward roared. The monitor's tone did not change, and I was just faintly aware of the pain dulling.
"Edward, do you want her to die? You'd never be able to see her again! Now just change her!" Carlisle demanded. "Or I'll do it myself!"
"Fine, I'll do it."
I felt Edward's cold breath on my neck, and he whispered into my ear. "I love you, Bella." Then it was happening.