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5. INTERRUPTION
I gasped. "But she's not only human, she's vampire too." I said. "Are you sure that's what happening?"
He sighted and walked closer to me. "It's what the stories says will happen, but no, we're not sure." He told me. "You don't need to worry about this. We'll find a way to save her no matter what is wrong with her." He said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
In the TV room Renesmee turned around in the couch and snored loudly. I looked at her peaceful face and thought that I maybe could lose it.
I pulled away from Edward and walked into the room, sitting down next to her.
Her long bronze hair and her skin shimmered in the sunlight.
I stroked my hand along her cheekbone and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I heard what you were talking about. Do you think the imprint is breaking?" She said and coughed.
"Oh sweetie. We didn't want you to hear that. I'm sorry." I told her and helped her to sit.
"Momma, it's okay. And I'm not going to die. I'll be strong, just like you were when you were pregnant with me. Everyone thought you would die, but you didn't, because you really wanted me. And I really want you, so I have to be strong." She said and smiled at me.
"You're right. You can survive, you just have to believe it and be strong." I said and pulled her into a hug.
She coughed. "I think I'll go back to sleep again. I'm so tired."
"Of course honey." I said and kissed her forehead.
She closed her eyes and turned her head in the pillows.
I sat there, watching her, until her breathing was even, and I knew that she was asleep.
I walked back out to Edward who was watching us from the kitchen. "How is she?" I asked him and put my arms around him.
"Not well. She's worse than she shows us." He told me. He kissed the top of my head and pressed me closer to him.
"I hope she's going to be fine. I don't know how to live the rest of my immortal life if she's not here." I said.
"I know what you mean." He said and tried to smile, but the emotion wasn't really there.
I softly stroked his cheek and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met and his finger drew circles on the back of my neck, making me shiver.
A cry from the TV room interrupted us and we both pulled away. We ran to the couch.
She was lying with her hands over her chest and her face was twisted in pain.
"What's wrong, honey? Does it hurt?" I asked her and sat down next to her, stroking her forehead.
"My heart." She stammered in a week voice. Her face relaxed a bit, and she closed her eyes.
I looked back at Edward who had his phone in his hand and was calling someone – probably Carlisle.
But it wasn't Carlisle who answered. It was someone else entirely.
"Hello,"
"Hey Billy, it's Edward Cullen." Edward said, walking back into the kitchen.
Oh, hello Edward. What can I do for you? I heard Billy's resonate voice say, sounding surprised.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you wanted to tell me something about werewolves." Edward said.
Werewolves? What do you want to know?
"Something about imprints," Edward said and looked at Renesmee who was still in the couch.
Oh. Well, what do you want to know about them?
"Well, I was just thinking if an Imprint could break?" Edward asked. He tried not to sound like something was wrong.
As far as I know, it has never happened before. Why are you asking this exact question? Billy asked, suddenly sounding worried.
I looked at Edward while he thought about it. Only a second had passed, but it felt like ages.
"I just thought about Renesmee and Jacob," He said and leaned against the kitchen table.
Of course you did, but you didn't think that much about Jacob did you? Billy asked in a harsh tone.
"I actually did, but I did think more about Renesmee," Edward said. "I'm sorry about Jacob."
Me too, but there was nothing any of us could have done. Billy said sadly. That's what you're thinking about, right? You think their imprint is breaking.
Edward hesitated. "I don't know anything. That's why I called you. To see if you know anything I don't." he said.
I'm sorry we don't know enough, we've never been in a situation like this before. I'm sorry, but we don't know anything you don't."
Edward sighted. "I'm sorry too. Thanks for your time, Billy." He said.
You're welcome. Goodbye.
"Goodbye."
We sat by the couch the whole day and the whole night – just waiting for the morning to come.
She had been quiet through the whole night, but not as quiet as she used too. She had been tossing a bit, but not wild or scared tosses, just normal ones.
She had slept all the time and didn't even wake up once.
I looked at Edward. "I'll take a shower." I said and rose up. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the water.
When I was done I walked out the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around me.
I was on my way to put my clothes on when I heard Edward's frustrated voice in the living room.
"Is he alright? He is still alive, right?" he asked.
I quickly put on some jeans and a T-shirt before I went to the living room.
Edward was sitting in the couch with his cell pressed hard against his ear and his eyes were filled with anger. "She's here now."
He handed me the phone and mouthed "Carlisle".
I took it and took a deep breath before I spoke. "Hi Carlisle. What's going on? What happened?" I asked him. I looked at Edward as he walked into the blue room.
"Bella, your father is in the hospital. He was admitted yesterday evening with a gunshot wound in his stomach. Don't worry; the doctor got it under control." Carlisle said.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think. "What?" I whispered in a broken voice.
"I'm so sorry Bella. I shouldn't have said it like that." Carlisle said in a careful voice.
"It's okay. I'm just… I don't know… scared. He will be alright, right?" I asked.
Carlisle exhaled. "It's hard to say right now. I'm not allowed to see him, so I can't say." He told me. "I have to get to work. I'll talk to you when you get back home." Then he hung up.
I almost fell down to the floor. I leaned against the couch and wrapped my arms around my knees.
I felt a hand strike my face and looked up.
Edward was kneeling in front of me with a wary look on his face. "I'm so sorry, love." He said.
I nodded. "What am I supposed to do?"
He didn't say anything he just held me in his arms, giving me time to let it all sink in.
"I should probably call the airport and book our flight home." He whispered. He pulled away from me and found his phone on the floor where I had left it.
He called the airport and talked in his perfect Portuguese.
I started to pack our things in the suitcases.
When Edward finished the calls he helped me pack, and when we were done we woke up Renesmee.
"Why do we have to go home now?" she asked us.
Edward threw the quilt and the pillow back into her bed and grabbed the suitcases. "Because you're sick and because Grandpa Charlie is in the hospital." He explained when we walked out the door.
She gasped quietly. "He's in the hospital? What happened?" she asked me.
"He was shot." Edward just told her and walked down to the dock where we threw the suitcases onto the boat.
We got onboard and raced into the sunrise.
We had a little problem when we looked for a Taxi on the dock in Rio, because the sun was up.
Both Edward and I had put our hoods on, but we were still scared that the sun would hit us.
In the shadow of a big wall we got into a cap and drove to the airport.
The flight was long – endless. But when the time came we landed in Houston and got on the flight to Port Angeles.
We landed in Port Angeles and I ran to get the car and Edward the suitcases.
The same second I stopped the car in front of him he threw the suitcases into the trunk and jumped into the driver's seat – he was a much better driver and drove faster than I did.
He had called Carlisle from the flight and we should meet them at the Port Angeles hospital.
Edward stopped the car in front of the hospital and we all got out.
Renesmee had changed her clothes on the plane and was now wearing a pair of white jeans, a green T-shirt, and her black jacket above.
She walked between us with her hands in ours.
Carlisle's Mercedes and Alice's Porsche was parked next to each other in the lot.
Alice walked out the door and put her arms around me. When she pulled away she smiled kindly at me and lifted Renesmee into her arms.
Edward put his arm around my waist and we walked to the desk.
"Hello, I'm Bella Cullen and I'd like to see my father. Charlie Swan." I told the woman by the desk.
She looked up from the computer before her and smiled. "Charlie Swan is in ward sixteen. Just down the hall to the left. The number is on the door." She told me and answered the ringing phone.
I turned around and looked at my family. Esme had spread out her arms and pulled me into a warm hug. Carlisle squeezed my shoulder and Emmett and Jasper smiled kindly at me, even Rosalie smiled at me.
Edward pressed me closer to him and we walked down the hall. He turned left as instructed and found ward number sixteen.
He opened the door.
The room was light, the sun streaming in the big windows. In the middle of the room was a bed with a white pillow, white quilt and a white familiar face.
Charlie was wearing some of that hospital clothes and lay with his arms on top of the quilt, close to his body.
"Oh, dad," I whispered and went to sit in the chair next to him. I took his hand carefully and held it between mine.
It was cold, even for a humans and his scent was not as alive as it used to. His cheeks weren't flushed and the veins in his neck not as visible.
Edward kissed the top of my head and walked out the room again. He joined the others in the waiting room.
I listened to their voices.
"How does she feel?" I heard Rosalie ask, surprised to hear her speaking first.
"How does she feel? How do you think Rosalie? She's sad, and frustrated. What would you feel if it was you?" I heard Edward snap.
"Don't snap at me. It's not my fault Charlie's in here." Rosalie hissed. I heard her growl quietly under her breath.
"No, it's not Rosalie. 'Cause nothing's your fault, is it? You're too busy thinking about yourself to ever to anything wrong." He snapped.
"Edward," I heard Emmett say quietly.
"Edward, relax. It's not your fault either. Sit down." I heard Carlisle's voice say calmingly.
"I can't handle to see her sad – to see that hopeless look on her face. I can't handle to see her like that." Edward said in a sad voice.
I pictured it.
Edward standing against the wall and Carlisle walking against him, putting a hand on Edward's shoulder.
"I know, but you can't keep her from being hurt." He said.
"Amen." Emmett murmured, as always trying to lighten the mood.
"I know. I just wish I could. It makes me feel so empty, like I can't help her." Edward almost cried.
"You can't always make her feel better, sometimes she has to do it on her own."
"I know." Edward said in a more normal voice. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, son." Carlisle said.
I heard footsteps in the hallway and someone open the door.