Carlisle's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Alice's heart monitor was the only sound in the quiet hospital room. Esme was currently being examined by another doctor to make sure she was alright after she had passed out. There was a thick layer of gauze on Alice's hand which covered up the 14 stitches keeping it together. As of the time she was sedated, although she was supposed to wake up in about an hour. It pained me to see her like this. I felt like I had failed as her father.

Esme walked into the room and sat down in the chair next to me. I put my arm around her and she sighed. "I feel like this is all my fault." she mumbled.

"Its not, Baby." I whispered "Its mine, I forgot to lock the drawer."

We were quiet for a moment and then Esme kissed me.

"What was that for?" I asked, smirking.

"Because I love you."

Both of us jumped when Alice started mumbling incoherently. She rolled over without waking up completely. A nurse walked into the room and began checking her vitals. Her name tag read 'Desiree'.

"How is she doing?" Esme asked. I could tell she was trying to hide her anxiety.

"Pretty good, looks like the anaesthetic is starting to wear off. I'm gonna wake her up now, is that okay?"

Esme nodded.

Desiree knelt down beside Alice and shook her gently. "Alice, Alice. Its time to get up."

Alice once again stirred. This time her mumbling vaguely resembled words. I made out "Am I dead yet?"

Apparently Esme did too because her hand went to her heart. "I need some air" she gasped and fled the room.

Later that night

Jasper's POV

Alice wasn't at therapy that day. . . .

Esme's POV

Outside of the hospitals front doors, the crisp evening air helped calmed my nerves. Carlisle had his arm wrapped around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder. In my head I repeated "Everything will be okay" over and over again, hoping if I thought it enough I would actually believe it.

Both of us jumped when Desiree- the nurse from earlier came outside with her clipboard.

"How's she doing?" Carlisle asked. For that I was grateful, I wouldn't have been able to say it myself without breaking down into tears.

"Not the best" Desiree admitted. "But I believe there's hope. Her hand should heal in a week or two and extensive therapy will be required. I'll warn you it won't be easy, but I've seen a lot worse than Alice make full recoveries."

There was a tangible relief in the tension in the air between me and Carlisle. "She's gonna get better" I whispered.

"Yes she is" Carlisle whispered back. "I'll make sure it happens if it's the last thing I do." He leaned in to kiss me and it seemed as the world melted away. After I moment I broke away to thank Desiree but she was already gone.

"Let's back inside" I said, "We need to talk to Alice."