A/N: Esme jumps off a cliff and is unknowingly put in a hospital with Carlisle.
Pain. So much pain. It wracked what should have been the cadaver that was me. But Heaven wasn't supposed to be agonizing.
"How's she doing?" A voice to my right. Cool hands wiped hair out of my face. I didn't dare open my eyelids.
"She probably won't survive the night." Those words were like a miracle.
"We have to do something." No, you don't. Let me die, please.
A sigh came from the other person. "Forget it, Carlisle. Give her a last, peaceful silence." Footsteps walked away.
There was a broken groan. "I'm so sorry, Esme."
What I had thought was torture was nothing compared to the flames that later consumed me.