Edward stopped at the opening of the door as his eyes wandered inside the operating room that Carlysle had painstakingly built inside the Cullen Mansion.
His hand grabbed the door jamb as he saw the figure of a woman, lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, and with medical apparatus attached to her fragile body. She was clad in a clean, hospital gown, and she looked really pale. Her eyes closed. A tube was inside her mouth and she was breathing through oxygen that was being pumped inside her body to sustain her life.
His chest constricted at the sight. Poor lady... he shook his head without taking his eyes off her and slowly walked towards her.
"Is she still alive?" He asked Carlysle hesitantly, who was just in one corner as he checked the advance medical apparatus that monitors her vital signs. Carlysle had all the modern technology inside his operating room that any doctor can ever wish for. The operating room was already worth a fortune for some ordinary folks.
Carlysle nodded his head.
"How is she?" He asked seriously as he surveyed her from head to foot. His eyes lingered at the soles of her feet.
He knew she was naked under the hospital gown and he swallowed hard as he tried to take his eyes off her and stop his thoughts from getting sexual.
"She's in a coma," Carlysle answered crisply. "I already removed all the bullets in her body, including the one in her head."
"Thank you, Carlysle," he murmured softly. He knew that his father was a great doctor and he had faith in him.
"You know what, Edward?" Carlysle quipped. "This woman is one of a kind. A tough one. She was deadly shot but still made it though. She's almost dead when you brought her here. I even thought she won't make it."
"But she's still in a coma, Dad. You sure that she'll make it?"
Carlysle tapped his broad shoulders. "She'll be fine Edward. She needed to rest and recuperate for now. But she'll make it. I'm sure of that. Let's just wait for her to wake up."
"You know when?" All the turmoil that was bugging him awhile ago suddenly vanished. He believed his father. She'll make it, of course. And he just can't wait for the day that she'll open her beautiful eyes.
"One of these days, son. Soon. Very soon."
He smiled at his father. He was very pleased. He was right that Carlysle can save her. And he did.
He looked at her. She looked so calm and well rested. Even if she was limp and unconscious, she still looked ridiculously pretty. Her face was flawless. Her skin was so smooth and creamy. She was so pale that she can be mistaken as a vampire. But she was a human being, of course. He can feel that peaceful circulation of her sweet, human blood throughout her body.
His nose flared. His fist turned into a hard ball as he fought the urge to smell her blood, to sip it and suck her dry. She really had the most interesting scent ever.
He hissed in agony.
"Edward!" Carlysle groped him in the shoulders, holding him firmly.
"What is happening? You look terrible."
"Dad!" He tried to control the urge. He didn't realize that getting near her would be a torture. Until now. "I need to go. Now!" He hissed once more and ran away from the room, out of the Cullen Mansion and deep into the woods.
He had been unconscious for two days and that maybe made him so thirsty right now. And he needed to hunt.