Leah's eyes were suddenly drawn to Esca's form as she shifted her position on the bed, this had to mean something. She hadn't moved for at least three days now. Three days since Carlisle had shown signs of waking.
Esca was leaning closer now, her eyes unfocused and distant, concentrating hard on the thoughts that were swirling (rather slower than usual) through Carlisle's sleep sodden mind.
Carlisle felt heavy, sleepy and rather sick. Feelings that were completely alien to him. God it must be truly horrid to be human.
He was glad he had managed to avoid the pain and pure fatigue for so long. Now the agony of the insignificant human feelings were pilling on top of him.
He wanted so badly to scream with annoyance at how weak he felt.
Esme had taken up biting her nails ever since Carlisle had slipped into his comma.
It wasn't much good really, because no matter how hard she bit down and no matter how long she spent on one nail they never changed they were always as perfect as they had been before.
Esme spent all her time worrying, whether it was about Carlisle, the house or her family and guests it didn't matter.
There was always something that would fill her eyes with dry tears that could never be shed.
Sometimes it got so bad Esca would place Bella's field around Esme so that she didn't have to listen to the constant stream of worry!
Esca had spent three days in thought, waiting, watching and movement and life sped past her in a haze, not even aware if it was day or night.
She had a plan, a plan to bring Carlisle back, a plan that she was about to put into place!