I know it's been a while... Sorry! But I'm not dead! Promise!
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I'm sick right now... So sorry if this sucks.
Bella POV
I burst into the room that's holding Edward. Carlisle is already there, along with a few various other subjects of higher class.
"Edward!" I gasp. If possible, he looks worse.
He's pale and bloody. The nurses are constantly changing his bandages. He's lost so much blood...
I see the culprit. There are about four leeches on his chest, and one on his bad arm.
"No!" I screech. "Take those foul things off of him! What do you think they're doing! Just making him lose more blood, that's what!"
"Ma'am... The leeches are sucking all of the bad blood from his body."
I've always hated leeches. But seeing them on my lov- brother, it's too much.
I begin to rip all leeches from his body.
"Sire" The head doctor hasps. Carlisle just sits there, blank eyed.
"How can leeches tell the difference between good blood and bad blood?" I'm frantic. The leeches aren't coming off, and no one is helping me.
Eventually, one comes off. The doctor makes a move to put it back on.
"If anyone dares to put this monsters back on my brother, they will be hung from the gallows by their toes for a week. And then fed to the sharks!" I say viciously.
The doctor backs off. They're scared. Good.
After about ten more minutes, all the leeches are off.
"Now..." I pant. "Go. Learn some new techniques, Doctor." I spit out the last word. He scampers out of the room.
I look around. The nurses are all staring at me, and Carlisle is still looking like a dead man.
"Keep his wounds clean. And don't ever put leeches on another soul."
I storm out of the room. I see the Baroness scuttle by.
As she passes, I sneer at her and stick out my tongue. She turns to look at me, and I smile as sweetly as I can.
She snorts, and continues on laughing.
I shudder. Her laugh sounds like a dying hyena.
Once inside my room, the adrenaline wears off and I feel so tired...
I flop down on the bed and cry. Deep, heaving sobs.
Eventually, I fall asleep and dream of nothing.
*-PageBreak-*
I groggily lift my head. The room is completely dark.
How long was I out? It seems to be about...
I have no idea. So I call to Marianne, my maid servant. She's the same age as me.
She comes dressed in her night clothes.
"Marianne... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Tis fine, Madame. The time would be fifteen past the twenty third hour of the day."
I nod, and stretch. Marianne bows her head and exits the room.
"Hey, Marianne?"
"Yes, My Lady?"
"Could... Could you call me Isabella or Bella?" I ask tentatively.
"Yes My La- I mean... Bella." A smile flashes across her face, but it's gone as soon as it appeared.
Out in the hall, I hear her talking to her boyfriend, Ezekiel, I think.
"She's so nice... Like, the rest of the royal family- besides the Baroness- they're nice. But she's... Different. You know?"
"I think so..." He says.
"There's something they're not telling us."
"Who's not telling us?"
"The King." She whispers, then glances around nervously.
"Come on, if it was important, they would tell us."
"I guess..."
They walk away, talking the whole time. It makes me yearn for that, that comfort, that trust.
With Edward.
3rd Person Omniscient
In fact, there was something that the King was hiding. From everyone.
And it was getting to him.
Most of those in the room that night we're dead from disease or just old age.
Some, like Ezekiel's father, we're still alive.
Or... He thinks of his dear departed wife, Esme. They still don't know why she's... Dead.
The King runs his hands through is blonde, going gray hair. He was thirty-five, and already his hair was changing.
That's what the job did. So much stress...
It was easier with Esme. She was so carefree, she reminded him to live a little.
But she was gone.
And the Baroness was in.
He shuddered. Why did he pick her? Carlisle was so desperate...
She was probably the worst choice from all the Princesses, Baronesses, and Duchesses that cam scrambling to his door the day Esme died.
They didn't even wait a week for him to mourn.
But back then, she was different. She was seemed happier, seemed nicer, seemed more loving...
He let out a frustrated sigh. It was obvious that the children hated her.
The children...
Edward is on the brink of death. Carlisle has no idea what he would do if he lost another.
A cry struggles to break out from his throat, but he swallows. He must be strong.
He calls for the servants to shut the blinds, lock the doors, get him some water, and to leave him alone until the sixth hour of the morning.
Poor Carlisle... D: But things wil get better. MAYBE! Bwahahaha!
*ahem-hem* Sorry 'bout that.