I'm sorry for my lack of motivation to type up my chapter's. I write mostly when I'm depressed and right now…. I am very depressed. I had to put my 4 year old rat to sleep today in order to end his suffering.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Carlisle's POV

I hadn't realized that I had been shouting my wife's name from the top of my lungs until she came running down the stairs; eyes with worry. I hadn't even noticed the tears falling from my eyes until I felt them drip from my face.

I was responsible for keeping the house safe from Jasper and I failed. How could I have been so stupid and forgot about the toilet bleach that we always left in the bathroom cupboard? What had given him the idea to consume it?

"Call an ambulance!" I yelled at her.

The bottle of bleach was half empty when I had last used it so he had drunk the rest of the bottle which was far too much for his fragile body to take. If he didn't get to the hospital soon, he could die. I heard larger footsteps sprinting down the stairs and by my guess, it was Emmett.

Once he reached the bottom, he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at the almost lifeless body in my arms. Looking back down at him, I could tell that he was slipping away. His eyes were struggling to stay open.

"No, stay with me Jasper" I told him sternly although I doubt he could hear my voice now.

The sound of his wheezing told me that he was in pain but I didn't want to risk him falling asleep knowing that it would slim the chances of him waking back up. My voice had no effect on him as his eyes closed and he fell into unconsciousness.

"No, no, no, Jasper, wake up" I demanded.

I tried to shake his body but I knew it was pointless. He wasn't waking back up. Esme walked back into the room with red puffy eyes and hands that were almost as shaky as mine.

"They're on their way" she informed, trying to keep it together.

I knew it was hard for her to see Jasper like that. Even though he hadn't been with us for as long as our other children, it was still difficult to see such a young person suffering like that. Emmett was still standing by the bottom of the stairs; eyes wide. He was in shock.

"What's going on?" Alice's innocent voice asked.

I didn't want her to see Jasper like this. I didn't even like the fact that Emmett could see him. When I turned around to tell her to go back upstairs, I saw that she wasn't alone; she was with my other two children. As soon as Rose caught sight of Jasper she pushed past her siblings and ran to his side.

"Dad? What's wrong with him? Why is he like that?" Rosalie questioned; panicked as she touched his hair.

I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say to her. In all my years working at the hospital, I hadn't come across a situation like this. There were few cases where a toddler accidentally swallowed a little bit of bleach but the horrible taste stopped them from drinking anymore. Drinking half the bottle on the other hand was unheard of in the Fork's hospital.

I wanted to do something to increase his chance of survival but the only thing that came through my mind was to get him to swallow a lot of water but Jasper was now unconscious so that wasn't an option. Even though he had lost consciousness, his breathing still sounded wheezy as the bleach was taking effect on his insides; especially his throat. I wish the ambulance would hurry up. The longer we wait for them, the more damage will take place to Jasper's insides.

The best case scenario, Jasper leaves the hospital without a voice for a few days as well as a struggle to eat solids for the rest of his life. Worst case scenario is death but I didn't want to think about that right now. I needed to keep calm; we all did.

"Jasper?" Alice whispered.

I could have sworn Jasper's hand twitched as she spoke. Perhaps it was just a nerve that coincidentally moved at that moment. I was relieved when I heard the sirens from outside the house. Esme rushed to the door to lead the paramedics in as they rushed out of the ambulance when it stopped in our car park.

Everything was all in a blur after that. I saw the paramedics injecting him with medication before putting him on a stretcher. They were asking us questions but it was Rose and Esme answering them. I was supposed to be the doctor; I was the one who should be least affected about what was happening in front of me but I wasn't. It was so much harder knowing the person lying unconscious in front me.

I tightened my clenched fist to avoid putting my hand through my hair. It was also helping myself keep it together. I needed to stay strong for him. Panic wouldn't help anything.

"We can have one person in the ambulance with him" a paramedic informed.

I looked at Esme as she tried to hide her worry and forced a smile with a nod. "Go. We'll meet you there" she said as calmly as she could.

I nodded back to her, appreciating the fact that she understood. I didn't know what to expect from Jasper if he woke up in a hospital…if he woke up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my mind of thinking like that. He will make it because he survived 12 years on his own as a child. He will get through this.

When he wakes up, I want him to be beside somebody he is familiar with and that would be Rose or me but I wasn't too keen on the idea of Rose going in the ambulance on her own even if she was almost an adult.

But even if I was there, would that be enough to keep him calm. I remember the first time he was introduced into our house. He had been extremely curious about his surroundings, climbing on top of surfaces or crawling and hiding under them. I could imagine him de-attaching himself from tubes attached to him just to venture around. Well at least I was visioning him up and about now.

I stepped in the back of the ambulance after they put Jasper in; trying to bring him back into consciousness. I held his hand, being the only way I could think of in comforting him with the state he was in.

"Hang in there, Jazz" I whispered to him.

Being the doctor, it felt strange that I was the one in the waiting room waiting for another doctor to give me the news. I had asked if there was any way I could help him but after announcing that Jasper was my son, all I could do was wait for news. That made me feel even more helpless than I had felt in the first place.

They were trying to get the chemicals out of his system before it did any more damage. The rest of my family were also here but to be honest, I was unaware for how long. It was like I was zoning out every now and again. How long had we been waiting?

I was bouncing my leg up and down nervously whilst Alice had been staring down on the floor since we had been here. Rosalie was getting impatient, questioning "how much longer?" or "The longer they take, the worst it is, right?" I wanted to comfort my wife and kids but I felt as anxious as Rose was. What if they were taking a while because he wasn't doing too well?

I became a little hopeful when Eleazar entered the room. He was another doctor that I worked with at the hospital.

"Hello, Carlisle. I'm sorry to see you this way" he apologized.

I stood; somehow hoping that I would get the information sooner. Rosalie stood too and moved closer to me.

"He's alive, right?" Rose questioned warily.

When Eleazar hesitated to speak, I thought the worst but he broke the silence when he noticed my panic.

"Yes, he is but…the chemicals that he has digested have damaged his throat, burning his oesophagus. This means that he most likely has dysphagia. There is also damage to his kidneys but we have done our best to repair it. He is still unconscious at the moment but if you want to visit him, you can" Eleazar offered.

Dysphagia and damaged kidneys…at least he's alright.

"Thank you, Eleazar. We'll see him in a little while" I told him.

With a nod, he left and I turned to the rest of my family.

"If this is the part where you tell us we're too young to see him in his condition, I'm not listening. He's my brother, I need to see him" Rosalie demanded.

"I know, and you will. I just need to know that you're prepared. He'll be attached to tubes and it's something you haven't seen first hand before" I told her gently.

I wasn't going to stop her from seeing Jasper. I understood her view perfectly.

"What's dysphagia?" Asked Alice's tiny voice.

I forgot that the rest of my family weren't as well-informed as me when it came to medical terms.

"It means that Jasper will have a difficulty swallowing. We also need to be aware that he might not be able to speak for a while because it will hurt him to" I informed them.

Then again, pain never stopped Jasper from doing anything.

"So he won't be able to eat?" Emmett asked.

"It depends on to what extent Jasper has it. Some people can swallow some foods, some can only swallow liquids and some people can't swallow at all. We won't know until he wakes up" I answered him.

I hoped he wouldn't have it too bad. We were just in the process of getting Jasper to gain weight but if he will struggle to eat, we will find ourselves at step one again.

"Remember, it might take a while for him to wake up" I reminded them.

I was also reminding myself not to get my hopes up for him to wake up the moment I walked into the room. Being alive was enough for me. They were all waiting for me to give them the permission to see him. Remembering where Jasper was moved to, I guided my family to his cubicle. With one last deep breath, I went in.

Jasper was exactly how I had expected him to be but it was still difficult to see him like that. The most obvious tube was the one attached to his mouth to help him breath; something he had struggled to do when he had fallen unconscious back at home.

Rosalie sat by his side and held his hand, using her other one to stroke his hair. My wife stood by her side and put a supporting hand on her shoulder. Alice was on the other side of Jasper's bed looking at him painfully but she didn't touch him like I thought she would.

"How long will it take for him to get better?" Edward asked quietly.

"We don't know. It varies between a week to a few months. It depends on how much damage is done as well as the age and physical health of the person" I answered the best I could.

"Jasper's a fighter. He'll be out of here before we even know it" Rosalie commented.

I have to give her credit for being positive. Here we all were worrying about all the consequences of how Jasper would end up and Rosalie was already waiting for him to wake up so he could get out of here. It would take a lot more than him just waking up of course but at least she had hope. I smiled at her, lightly for also giving my other children hope. It usually would be unusual for Rose having that effect on people since she tended to be doubtful about things but since she found her brother, her attitude had changed. Esme moved closer to my side before speaking to me.

"If he's going to be in hospital for a while, promise me that you'll keep me updated every time you're working your shift" she begged quietly.

I guess I know what I will be spending my lunch breaks doing. I just pray that Jasper plans the right time to wake up. I nodded at her, knowing how much she cared about him. Knowing her, she would be sitting by the phone all day just to wait for me to call her in my lunch hour. If the roles were reverse, I know that I would be doing the same.

"You better wake up soon, Jazz" Rose murmured.

Sorry if the chapter was terrible.

I don't work at a hospital so I don't know very much about what actually happens to people in that situation so I have gone by the little research I have found because there really isn't much information on google. Besides, whatever I got wrong, let's just remember that it's a fan fic, not a true story so it doesn't necessarily have to be entirely correct but I'm trying to get it the best I can.

Again, thank you for baring with me.

I would appreciate reviews, I need cheering up.