I Own Nothing Twilight

Chapter 21 – Everything Will Be Okay (EPOV)

I sat at my piano, playing the lullaby I had made for the girl. I still hadn't gotten any further with its creation, so it was yet to be finished, but I found it soothing all the same. My thoughts were busy reflecting on what happened last night as my fingers followed the familiar melody.

The girl had responded well to Esme, not surprising considering my mother's caring nature. She literally radiated safety and comfort. It made me wonder if I should have thought of it before. But then again, she probably wouldn't have responded as well if she hadn't trusted me.

I was pleased to see her interaction with my mother, but a small part of me was jealous. I knew it was ridiculous and I squashed it down. If I wanted to see her get better, which I did, I would need to allow her to grow with other people.

And besides, she still looked to me for assurance last night. Just because she interacted with other people didn't mean I would lose my connection with her. I relaxed and then shook my head at myself.

My thoughts were haywire around the girl. I didn't know why I wanted to mean something to the girl so much, it didn't make sense. And my thoughts weren't the only things surprising me now.

I don't know what possessed me to kiss her like that, even if it was only on her forehead. But as she had lain there, she looked so peaceful, almost ethereal. It was beautiful, she was beautiful and innocent. Her skin looked so soft and smooth on her relaxed face and seeing it I couldn't help but lean in.

Feeling her skin beneath my lips was incredible. Her heat had seared against my skin and I had felt a much stronger version of the electricity that usually flowed between us. I still had no idea as to what that was about, but I didn't want it to ever go away.

I smiled slightly and paused in my playing to touch my fingers to my lips. They tingled lightly at the memory of my soft touch to her. What would it be like to kiss her mou- No, I stopped that thought immediately.

I shouldn't be thinking things like that. Not only would it be taking advantage of my poor angel in her condition, but it would also be highly dangerous. Regardless of whether her blood held no draw to my vampuric side, it would be risky for me to be so close.

Even as I tried to convince myself, I knew that my justifications were pointless. I had had no problems being close with her thus far, so there was no reason to assume that would change in the future. If nothing untoward had happened when I kissed her before, despite my mouth, my teeth, being so close to her delicate skin then it was likely nothing ever would.

But that didn't mean that it was right for me to kiss her. I would only do that if she wanted it as well and that I was sure it was what she wanted. I sighed deeply, suddenly wishing that I could have that chance.

I was surprised at myself. I had never had the desire to be with someone before and now with this girl stirring up all of these strange feelings inside of me, I was being left confused. I didn't know what to think or what to do for the best.

For now, I would just have to continue with the way things are. I certainly had no intention of abandoning the girl; I didn't think I could live with myself if I ever did that to her. So, I would stay and look after her. And hopefully, she would get better.

Her future after that, though, was uncertain. Alice thought that she would become part of our family, but she couldn't see the future well enough to tell. There were too many possibilities for the girl who we didn't even know was going to survive.

For all we knew, she had a family out there who were desperately searching for her. If that was so, then it was only natural that she returned to them. She needed to be with a family that loved her, not that we didn't, but it was better for her to be with her own family. The thought of her leaving made my chest hurt.

It was no use speculating, however. We knew nothing about her so we couldn't just guess and say it was true. All that mattered right now was that she was in our care and we had to look after her. That was all I was going to focus on, I determined.

I continued playing her lullaby, wishing I could show this to her properly, and was surprised when I went past the point I was usually stopped at. Excited by the progress, I carried on with the flow of the new notes. I was disappointed when I didn't get much further than a few bars, but it was more than I had been able to accomplish since I hit the block so I was satisfied. I couldn't wait for it to be finished, though.

My hands dropped to my lap as I let out a sigh. Hopefully, that would be soon, I thought. I looked up when Carlisle came into the room with a smile on his face. He had obviously heard me playing. Not that I should be surprised as everyone in the house would hear me with their super hearing. "That was very beautiful, Edward," he complimented.

I nodded and smiled at my mentor, not saying what I thought in that moment: it was beautiful because she was beautiful. It was inspired my angel, after all.

It's for her, isn't it? He thought, astutely. I wasn't sure if it was because he figured it out for himself or if he had been talking to Esme, who I knew had made the realisation. My head ducked in embarrassment, but he merely chuckled lightly at me, not saying what I knew he was considering.

I gave him a disapproving frown and he quickly hid his thoughts from me. Not before I caught his last one, though. He must really like her...I shrugged it away and gestured for him to join me as a distraction.

He took a seat perched on the edge of the bench beside me and I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow curiously. He let out a heavy sigh, immediately making me straighten as I knew he was about to talk about something serious.

"Edward, you know the girl has not shown any improvement, physically," he said carefully.

I frowned at him, already not liking where this conversation was going. Cautiously, I nodded in assent. Other than her behaviour, nothing had changed in her condition as of yet. She had not gotten better, but at least she had not gotten worse, either.

"She has not eaten or drunk anything in the days she has been here," he reminded me, his eyes unhappy but serious, "Other than the one time where she was not able to keep it down. And she refused to eat when you offered her food after."

He stopped to rub his palm over his face; a human gesture that showed me how worried he was. I urged him to continue, trying not to think of my own worry, and he did.

"Edward, I have to say that I am worried about her chances of survival." If possible, it felt as if my heart could beat right out of my chest and the anxiety crept up on me. "If we don't manage to get some fluids into her soon, I'm almost certain we'll lose her," he carried on, eyeing me sympathetically. He knew how much I had taken to this girl.

I swallowed heavily and looked at him with a sense of desperation. "What do you suggest we do?" I asked. He had to do something. I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to save her. She had to live.

Carlisle stared at me for a moment. I knew he was worried about what I would think, but if it meant I could save my angel then I was more than willing to do whatever it took. He must have seen that in my face as he started to answer.

"I want to put her on an IV. I think if we can replace some of the fluids in her body, we'll give her a fighting chance," he explained. "After that, then we'll have to see about getting something solid into her."

I nodded in understanding. I knew from my experience in medical school that an IV was the fastest way to rehydrate a patient. A needle would have to be inserted directly into a vein in the arm and I worried about the distress it would cause my angel.

She would most likely have to be restrained in order for the needle to be put in and I knew that would fall to me. I hoped that her trust in me would still exist after this.

"I think you should also return this to her," my father added, holding up the little gold locket in his hand. "I'm sure she's missing it," he smiled kindly at me as he placed it carefully into the palm of my outstretched hand.

I turned it over in my fingers, reading over the inscription again, and looked up to him. "Did you find anything?" I asked hopefully. I wanted to know if we could find her family, even if the thought of her leaving made my chest ache.

Sadly, he shook his head. "No," he sighed regretfully, "There wasn't really much to go on, not even a name or a signature. And nothing to tell me who those photos were of, either. I'm sorry, Edward."

I frowned in disappointment, but I understood that it had been a long shot that we'd find anything. It didn't help that this was the only thing that could possibly tell us what we needed to know, outside of the girl herself.

"It's not your fault," I assured him. I know that he tried. He wouldn't want her to go without being reunited with her family and he had had experience with tracking down relatives of his patients.

He laid a hand on my arm. "Why don't you go up to her?" He suggested, "I'm going to get the things I need ready before I come in, but I think it better that you're there before I arrive."

I agreed and stood from my seat, tucking the girl's necklace into my pocket for later. It didn't take me long to reach the door to her room in my eagerness. Quietly, I opened the door and slipped inside, looking automatically over to the bed.

I paused and then smiled softly when I saw that she was still asleep, curled up peacefully under her blanket, her breathing slow and steady. Her hair was splayed across her forehead and I moved forward silently to brush it aside, my fingers lightly sweeping her skin.

With great care, I sat beside her, trying not to move the bed, and then stretched out so I was lying down, facing her. I ran my hand gently down the side of her face and cupped my palm to her cheek, softly. She shifted in her sleep and a small smile twitched at her lips. How endearing, I thought, grinning to myself.

"Angel," I whispered, calling to her. My thumb stroked her cheekbone and she turned her face into my palm. I smiled again and moved my hand down to her shoulder, giving her a small shake to rouse her.

She flinched from the sudden movement and her eyes snapped open frantically. "Shh, it's only me," I murmured delicately. She blinked at me blearily for a moment, a tiny frown in her brow, before it smoothed and she smiled slightly at me. I gave her a smile in return.

"How are you?" I asked tenderly, tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear. She gave me another blink in response and a minute nod. I was glad that she was okay, but I knew I couldn't delay what needed to happen. I could hear Carlisle preparing himself as well as giving me time with her, to settle her first, but he would come in soon.

I pressed my hand to her cheek as I gazed at her seriously. She seemed to sense something as she frowned at my change. "Angel," I started quietly, "My father is worried that you're dehydrated. I know you've been through something traumatic and your body needs to recover, but for that we really need to get some fluids into you."

She trembled slightly, her eyes becoming worried as she stared at me. I knew she understood what I was trying to say. "I promise you that we waited as long as we could," I told her, "But we can't afford to leave it any longer."

She shook her head at me, silently pleading with her eyes. I wished I could give her what she wanted, but this was what was best for her. "I'm sorry, Angel," I murmured, "I promise, I won't leave you, I'll be here."

Gently, I took her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She sighed in resignation and turned her head into the pillow, her eyes closing in defeat. "Look at me, please," I said quietly, my fingers threading into her hair.

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes to look at me and my heart lurched as the depth of misery in them. I hated that I had caused that, however unintentional it was. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," I whispered, "If there was another way..."

I felt awful knowing how worried she was about having contact with other people. My father, especially, she seemed nervous around, most likely because he was the one who had had to check her before. She would understandably be wary of him.

She sighed again and gave me the barest of nods. I smiled sadly, wishing there was some other way to comfort her. The door opened as Carlisle walked in and she instantly tensed next to me. "Shh," I shushed her gently, stroking her hair with my hand.

Carlisle looked to me as he approached the bed and I nodded slightly to him, letting him know it was okay to continue. He placed the IV stand and bag down before turning to her. "Okay, darling," he said reassuringly, "Let's just get you onto your back, alright?"

Carefully, he reached out and, with his hands on her shoulders, turned her over. She wriggled against him and I quickly moved my hands in place of his and tried to calm her. Her brown eyes opened and begged for me to stop. My chest clinched at the look she was giving me, but I knew this was for the good. I wouldn't do it if there was another way.

"Shh, Angel, it's okay," I murmured and started humming lightly to her. It didn't have its usual effect, but it was better than nothing.

Just hold her still, Edward, my father thought to me, I need to get this needle in. I heard him moving around as he found out the needle. The girl watched me closely and I kept singing her song to her, softly.

Carlisle came up beside her, ready to put the needle in. He glanced to me worriedly and I understood that he was as concerned as I was about how she would react. Slowly, he took her thin wrist into his hand, being aware of her injuries.

Automatically, she tugged on it, trying to remove it from his grasp. When he didn't release it, she turned her head to look at him and caught sight of the needle he was preparing. She started panicking and pulling desperately on her arm to escape.

I leaned over her to get her attention and calm her down, but she was lost in her own fear and her heart was pulsing out of control. Carlisle tightened his grip slightly and she tossed her body away from him, thrashing violently.

I was afraid she would hurt herself with the ferocity of her movements, so I clasped her arms to her body as gently as I could with her violence. "Shh, Angel, shh, it's okay," I whispered frantically, "Calm down, you're okay. It's alright."

She didn't appear to hear me as she continued to thrash. "Carlisle," I stressed. She was going to hurt herself if she carried on like this.

I didn't know what to do, she had never been this bad before and nothing I did seemed to be working. The angel whimpered as she struggled. My father gave up on holding her arm and moved to her legs as she kicked wildly. "Angel, just settle down," I tried again. She didn't listen and her back arched off the bed as she twisted unnaturally.

She was definitely going to injure something with the way she was going. And then all of a sudden, her body fell limp against the mattress, a glazed look in her eyes. I felt a brief moment of panic flare up in me before I realised someone else had entered the room.

"What's going on here?" Jasper's southern voice floated over me. I sensed the waves of calm he was sending out over my angel and felt grateful towards him."She was sending out massive amounts of fear and panic so I came up to see if I could help," he explained.

"Thank you, Jasper," Carlisle said, relief clear in his tone. I kept my eyes locked onto her clouded, brown ones and she stared back at me, though her eyes were unfocused. My fingers combed through her hair, hoping to ease the fear I could still see there, even if her struggling had ceased.

With the girl lying as still as she was now, Carlisle quickly inserted the needle into her left arm, just above the bandage so he didn't disturb the damaged tissue. Surprisingly, the scent of her exposed blood as the needle pierced her skin didn't cause the usual fire to flare up in my throat, though I heard Jasper cut off his breathing behind me.

He set the stand up beside the bed and my eyes followed the path of the wire until I saw the end disappear into her arm. I winced slightly, imagining how the girl would react if she saw that.

She was obviously still conscious, though only barely, and I didn't like that she was still suffering. "Put her out, Jasper, please," I whispered quietly. I didn't want her in any more pain. At least if she was asleep, she wouldn't have to be aware and she could calm down properly.

He didn't say anything, but I heard him as he sent her a wave of exhaustion and her eyes soon started flickering. "Go on, just sleep, Angel," I encouraged. It didn't take long for her eyes to close and I listened to her breathing even out, indicating she was fully asleep. "Thank you, Jasper," I said gratefully.

"No problem, bro," he said softly, "I reckon she needs a good rest after all of that." I knew he was right. She hardly had any strength as it was, so it was a lot for her to have been struggling as much as she did.

I saw through Jasper's eyes as he looked over her exhausted body. It was the first time he had seen her since we had taken her back to the house, I realised, and he was just now taking in her appearance. She looks in really bad condition, he evaluated. I sighed, but knew he was right.

She'll be okay, Edward, he looked to me. I nodded slightly, but I didn't entirely believe him. I wouldn't really believe it until I saw it and he understood which was why he didn't say anything to add to it.

"I think we should roll her onto her side," Carlisle said suddenly and I looked to him in confusion. Normally, a patient would be required to lie on their back. "I think she will be kept calmer that way and as long as she is careful and doesn't pull on it or anything, it should be fine," he explained.

It made sense. Usually, she always lay on her side and whenever we tried to turn her, she would fight us. At least this way, she should be calm and I would be here to help as well. I nodded to him and together, we gently turned her back onto her preferred side.

Carlisle arranged the IV drip carefully over her shoulder, making sure that it wouldn't be disturbed. "That should be alright," he said. As long as she doesn't manage to pull on it, it shouldn't do any harm and she should be more comfortable this way if she's not forced to remain on her back. "Look after her, Edward," he looked to me seriously.

I nodded. Of course I would look after her. I knew he also meant to make sure she didn't try to remove the saline drip. He smiled at me and then quietly stood back from the bed, giving a final check to his handiwork.

I stroked the side of her peaceful face, looking at her closed eyes. I was aware of the other two slipping quietly out of the room. "It's going to be okay, Angel," I murmured to her unconscious form, "I promise it will be okay."

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A/N: So I know I usually only post one chapter but seeming this is my only day off this week I will be posting two chapters today. I know you are all probably super stoked and I am more than happy to keep my readers happy! I also wanted to let you know that this coming JULY will be super hectic for me. My baby bro is getting married and I have a lot of crap to get done and what not. So please bear with me until late July to early August. I will try my hardest to get chapters up as frequently as I possibly can.