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Chapter 33 Waiting
Edward's POV
It took us a while to get home considering the distance we had to travel, despite how fast we were moving. As we were running I was surprised at how quickly we traveled the distance going to town; we had all moved faster than we ever had before. I guess great concern for something you care deeply about can have some unexpected results to the things that you do to help them. The rain began to lighten as we traveled. I'm not sure if it is because we were out running the storm or what; it wasn't relevant at the moment. We left Port Angeles behind and after a while Forks came into sight. I took no notice of the people bustling about as we headed to the forest. We headed in as straight a path toward home as we could; our path only diverged to avoid parts of town or if we sensed people in the woods.
As we passed Carrie's old house we knew that home was only a few minutes away. Soon enough we came across our drive way and followed it to the house. "Take her up to her bathroom, we need to clean her up before we further inspect the damage," Carlisle said.
The house came into sight and I saw that Jasper was holding the door open for us which we quickly ran through. His replaying memories filled me in on what happened when I left, Howard being arrested, after Emmett dropping him off in front of the nearest police station, and dropping Bella off at her truck after making sure she was alright. I headed up to Carrie's room with Esme behind me. Carlisle went to the kitchen with Rosalie and Jasper following him to help in any way needed. We entered Carrie's room and Emmett was standing next to the bed, unloading a box of medical supplies. When I entered the bathroom my thoughts of Alice having a vision about this was confirmed as she standing next to a tub filled with warm water and towels nearby. I handed Carrie to Alice and Esme told me, "Go change, we'll take care of things from here."
I left, closing the bathroom door behind me, and went to my room. I stood there in the middle of my room as everything that has happened ran through my mind. I was trembling so bad that I fell to my knees. I was once again shocked as tears fell to the floor. I haven't cried in so long; since I was human, that I thought that I could no longer cry like I don't sleep any more. My thoughts started to ponder this development but I push it from my mind, it is unimportant at this time. I slowly made my way back onto my feet with unsteady legs. I took the time then to look at myself. My hands had blood on them, along with my jacket and the button up shirt that I was wearing underneath, my pants had some blood on them but they were mainly covered in mud. I took off my coat and threw it out of my open window door. It was soon followed by everything else I was wearing.
I tried my best to rub off the dry blood of my form but I could still smell it so I headed to my bathroom. (They each have their own personal bathroom in my story). I stepped into the shower and let the hottest water that I could get fall down on me. I stood there for I while before I grabbed the soap and began to scrub against my skin as hard as I could to get the smell of Carrie's blood off of me. It smelled delicious yet disgusting at the same time, all I knew is that I didn't want to smell it, I wanted it gone.
When I was done I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back out into my room. I walk over to my closet to get something to put on. I grab a pair of blue house pants and put those on, and a grey t-shirt. I was just pulling the shirt down when I spotted something on my bed/sofa. I slowly walked over and picked it up. It was one of my black shirts. What made this shirt special though was that this was the shirt that Carrie was wearing last night. She has her own night clothes to wear, but she likes to wear mine, which doesn't bother me at all. I bring the shirt up to my nose and inhale deeply of her scent that was soaked into the shirt. A smile came to my face as I remembered how it came to be that Carrie wore that shirt.
Flashbacks
Last night, sometime after supper around ten, we were all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Well Carrie was listening to it with me showing parts of it to her and occasionally describing things. She was able to follow it and enjoy the movie. We were sitting the floor, Carrie in front of me leaning against my chest, while I leaned back against the open area of the sofa which Alice and Jasper were occupying. Carrie was eating a small bowl of ice cream that Esme had given her. Currently a battle scene was playing and I could tell by her posture and body language that she was getting into it. I have seen this movie countless times before so I practically knew it by heart, not that my vampire memory doesn't help.
I decided to be a little mischievous and was going to spook Carrie when a large explosion takes place after a small quiet time. I removed my arms from around Carrie and held them close to her sides. Carrie didn't even notice that I did this; she was holding a spoonful of ice cream between her mouth and the bowl as she listened to the battle play out. I waited and waited and when the loud explosion came I poked her in the sides. Carrie, not expecting the noise or my poke, jumped at them which caused the ice cream that was in the spoon to fall and land on her chest and slowly slide down her shirt.
"Edward," she shouted. The others let out some chuckles at our antics and were watching us instead of the movie. "Don't do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack." She then seemed to realize that she had a bowl of ice cream in her hands and started to feel around to see if she got any on her. She found it all right and if it wasn't for the length of her shirt it would have been all over her lap. "Look at what you made me do; now I'm all sticky."
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I said as I grabbed the bowl from her and set it to the side then helped her up. I led her to the down stairs bathroom so she could get cleaned up. She washed her hands first then dried them.
"Can you get me another shirt," she asked. Me, being the kind of guy that I am, took my own shirt off and handed it to her. I then closed the door and waited outside for her to come out.
End flashback
She wore my shirt the rest of the night and after she changed she must have placed it back into my room. I was still breathing deeply from the shirt, taking comfort in her scent. Coming to a decision I set the shirt down, take off the one that I was wearing and put on the black one. I took a breath in as I was surrounded and encased in Carrie's scent. After taking comfort from the scent, this time it reminded me of a meadow during the spring bloom, I left my room. I looked toward Carrie's door and saw that my brothers were waiting outside her closed door, their thoughts silent due to their worry and concern. I slowly walked over to them and they looked up at my arrival. They both seemed to look me up and down, taking in my appearance, before Emmett clapped one of his massive hands on my shoulder, gently squeezed, and gave me a small smile and a nod. I gave him a small nod in return then leaned against the wall directly across from the door to wait.
"What happened from there to here for you to take so long," Emmett asked curious and to distract himself from wondering what exactly was happening on the on the other side of the door. His thoughts wee wondering why him, Alice and Jasper made it back before me and the others.
"Her lung collapsed, causing her to choke. We had to stop in order to try and get it to re-inflate. Eventually Rosalie sucked some blood out to relieve the pressure," I informed them slowly, giving them a short explanation, finding it difficult to find my voice as the previous stress began to take its toll on me mentally and slightly in a physical way as well.
"Whoa, Rosalie sucked some blood, that's not like her," Emmett said in a slightly joking way to try and lighten the tense atmosphere. But then something seemed to dawn on him, "Why didn't you do it?" he asked with his brow furrowed and head slightly tilted to the right.
"I refused to do so," I responded. 'I couldn't, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.' Both of them seemed to understand what I couldn't say out loud as Emmett moved to lean against the wall next to Carrie's bedroom door with his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. Jasper leaned against the wall a few feet from my right, his right foot propped against the wall behind him and his hands in his trouser pockets. I slid down the wall so I was sitting on the floor. We were silent once again listening to the rest of the family shuffle around on the other side of the door doing things.
"It had to be done didn't it," Jasper asked in his quiet voice as he turned to fully face me and looked right into my eyes. I nodded and affirmative.
"Who," Emmett asked for confirmation since he already believed he knew whom it was.
"I did," I answered. They gave me a look of understanding. I could tell from their thoughts that they felt sorry for me. One because the woman that I love has been so badly injured, again I might add, and that she is the first one that I have bitten to transform in order to save their life. They felt sorry that my first and hopefully only one that I had to do that to be the person that I would throw myself at the blood thirsty Volturi for; the one person whom I would willingly allow myself to be torn to shreds and burned in order to save them.
"Carlisle poured some of his venom in to the wounds though," I decided to add. They nodded at this information and knew the consequences as well as the benefits. The venom of two different vampires in a single body could either be devastating, like killing the person before they are transformed ending the process, or beneficial like speeding the process up, which can be bad as well for there could be 'deformities', or it could make the new vampire stronger than normal or allow a person on the edge of death to be transformed. Since Carlisle is the one to changed me, our venom's are very similar like that of a father and son DNA match but a tad different, so our venom's are more likely to work together for a beneficial result.*
We continued to stay there in our places in the hall way outside of Carrie's door. We could hear someone move around every now and then and the facet of the sink coming on every little bit as well. Eventually, I'm not sure how much time had passed, the door opened and a tired looking Carlisle came out with blood stained latex gloves on his hands. Jasper stiffened slightly, as we all did but him a bit more, at the fresh wave of the scent of blood that came from the room. He gave us a look that clearly said that he would explain later as he passed us on his way to his own room. I shakily stood to my feet and slowly walked into the room and saw that Esme was just finishing tucking Carrie into bed. She turned around and I saw that she had some blood on her as well. I could hear the girls cleaning up in the bathroom. As I passed her Esme gave me a very small, tired smile that was meant to comfort me, I have never seen her look so worn out.
I walked around the foot of the bed and as I went to go around to the other side I kicked something. The noise of the object moving startled me so that I jumped slightly and stepped on something else which I quickly moved off of as well. I looked down to see what I stepped on and kicked and I see paint brushes, a painting pad, tubes of paint and a brush cup. Despite that the art supplies where set up next to the window, they have been knocked over and strewn about. I slowly walk over to the over turned easel and pick up the canvas that was laying face down. I pick up the canvas to see the painting that Carrie has been working on for the past month. It is supposed to be a recreation of the valley as seen from her window.
Flashback to the day before
I was with Carrie in her room, the curtains were wide open and the sunlight streamed in, bouncing off my stone skin, causing it to sparkle and small rainbows to dance around the room. We were over by the window and Carrie had her painting things set up. The easel was set up in front of us with a two foot by two foot canvas on it and beside us was a small table that had cups, brushes, paints and paint trays on it. Carrie was sitting on a tall stool with a paint brush in one hand and holding a paint tray in the other. She was wearing an old pair of house pants and an old shirt of hers so that if she got paint on them it wouldn't matter with her hair pulled up in a ponytail with the tail braided. I was standing behind her wearing old jeans and a white shirt. I had my face buried in the crock of her neck, placing small butterfly kisses from ear to shoulder while I was lightly running my hands up and down her arms and occasionally her sides.
"Edward, I'm trying to work here," Carrie complained lightly with a small giggle as she shrugged her right shoulder up to cover her neck which I was currently teasing.
"But I want to touch you," I slightly whined as I moved to the other side of her neck which she blocked from me as well.
"Well I'm trying to practice and it is kind of hard to when you are distracting me. Besides it is kind of hard to work when I can't see and you're my eyes," she said, a happy content smile on her face.
"I'm that and so much more," I said in a teasing way, but with a completely serious undertone that I knew that she would catch.
"That you are," she said as she turned to face me. I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.
"Ooooohhhh," we heard a male voice call. We broke apart and looked toward the doorway and saw Emmett standing there. He was standing there with a smug smile on his face. "Edward and Carrie sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," he said in a sing song voice.
I let out a growl and ran towards my 'dear brother' as I shouted his name. I ran after him as he took off down the hall. I could hear Carrie's laughter ringing through the house.
End flash back.
I come out of my thoughts and look down at the painting I was holding. It wasn't professional work but it wasn't bad considering how long she has been practicing. Carrie was planning on trying to finish it either today or tomorrow. I look around and noticed that the mess around me has been cleaned up while I was zoned out, lost in my thoughts, my precious memories. I place the painting back on the easel. I turn around and take a seat in a chair that was next to her bed; Emmett was standing at the foot of the bed while Jasper was sitting at the desk. It was quiet so the girls must be in their own rooms cleaning themselves up. I just sat there watching Carrie, trying to see any movement indicating that she was breathing. I gently reached my hand out and felt for a pulse in her neck and was comforted by a light beat that occurred between long intervals. This and her breathing still had me deeply worried but unfortunately there was nothing that I could do about it.
I heard footsteps and my brothers and I snapped our heads to the door and watched as a still tired appearing Carlisle walked in and sat in the other chair on the other side of the bed. He too was watching Carrie with worried eyes. Jasper was about to question him but he just held his hand up as to silence him and us. We took the hint and remained silent as we waited. Soon enough the girls came in and they too were wearing something else and it was obvious that they had hopped in the shower as well. Esme sat on the edge of the bed near Carlisle, Rosalie stood next to Emmett at the foot of the bed, Alice sat at the foot of the bed and Jasper moved to stand next to her.
I wanted to ask him so bad about Carrie but I just couldn't find myself to do so, let alone find my voice. Carlisle broke the silence though like he knew that I wanted to ask about her. "There was some damage to her heart and left lung from the shot. There is nothing that I can really do about it without taking her to the hospital, though the venom I placed in the wound seems to have healed some of the damage already. It appears that when she was coughing earlier she was able to get most of the fluid out of her lungs, so that isn't bothering her as much. I was able to get most of the pellets out and stitched up the wounds. There are still some that are around the heart, and some that may have moved to somewhere else in her body that I don't dare to try to go after," he said quietly.
"Will she be alright," Emmett asked, his usually boisterous voice subdued as well. No one seemed to want to break the solemn atmosphere that was surrounding us.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess it all depends on her, I have done what I could the venom has been put into her system, now we just have to wait and watch." Carlisle replied as he turned to face Carrie's direction again. We were all quiet as we stayed where we were and just watched her. We all stayed there for hours just watching her. The only one who moved was Carlisle who got up and got a thermometer and checked Carrie's temperature from time to time. Her temperature was climbing very slowly which Carlisle said is probably a good sign. "It means that her body is trying to fight the venom. If you remember we got really hot before we turned stone cold." He said that last part as a bit of humor to try and cheer us up but it didn't have the desired effect. Only Carrie was really good at doing that.
We were still sitting where we have been for several hours, it was evening now, when the silence was broken by some small quiet noise. We all picked our heads up looking for the cause of the noise. It slowly got louder and I realized that it was music.
Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
One more day One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
The music got louder and louder, but Carrie did not stir. I traced the music back to its source and saw the iPod and station that we got Carrie shortly after Thanksgiving. It was then that I remembered why the music began playing but I kept quiet. None of us made a move to turn the music off; we just quietly sat there and listened as the music played.
First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I'd unplug the telephone And keep the TV off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do, with one more day with you
One more day One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then againI know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
(Diamond Rio's One More Day)
When the song finished I got up and turned the iPod off. "What was that? Why did that play," Rosalie asked quietly, she sounded a little choked up. I think the song had an effect on all of us, given the circumstances.
"It was an alarm Carrie set up with her iPod. It is set to go off now to remind her to take her medication before she went to bed," I said as I sat back down.
"Should we give her the medicine? How about some food," Esme asked turning to look at Carlisle while slowly standing up and moving her clasped fingers around nervously.
"I'm not sure," he said, "not knowing how bad the damage is and how far the venom has healed it I'm not sure if it would be a good idea. Besides you remember how hard it was to feed her the last time she was like this." We didn't question him about his decision. We stayed there watching her for the rest of the day and a good part of the next. The others started leaving around two o'clock in the afternoon to go hunt. First was Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie, then an hour or so later Alice left. Around five o'clock or so Esme and Carlisle went to leave but not without trying to coax me to go along with them.
"Come on Edward, I can tell you are thirsty and you haven't fed for days. Come with us, one of the others will watch over her," Esme said like a concerned mother that she is.
"No," I said in a whisper.
"Edward," Carlisle said in his commanding tone of voice, but he stopped when he saw that I wasn't going to listen to him. "Fine either you will go out when we get back or we will have to bring some back for you." He turned and left with Esme following hesitantly behind. I could tell that she didn't like seeing me like this, but I was bound and determined that I will not let Carrie out of my sight again. Sure enough when they returned Carlisle and Emmett forced me to go out and hunt. I tried to do it as quickly as possible but they wouldn't let me go back until they were satisfied. When I got home I cleaned up and went right back to my seat next to Carrie. That night I was left alone with Carrie so I crawled into bed next to her and pulled her close and just held her all night.
The old routine from when Carrie was ill came back. At meal times we would all meet up in Carrie's room and stayed for an hour or so and for the rest of the day they would come in and out as they pleased. Carlisle would take her temperature from time to time. I never once left her side. During the day I would either sit next to the bed or next to her or lie down next to her or lay against the head board holding her against me and at night I would lay with her.
By the end of the third day, Saturday, we were surprised, baffled and worried when we discovered that her heart was still beating, albeit very softly, slowly and a bit unsteadily; she hadn't changed into one of us. "Perhaps she was so close to deaths door that the venom is just healing her," Jasper theorized, but we all heard the unsure and confused tone of his voice, his southern drawl was a little thicker.
"Perhaps," Carlisle agreed, because he himself didn't have a clue. Something like this, like a vampire crying, has never been heard of before. "We'll keep an eye on her though. With her body the way that it is it may take longer for it to take effect."
Monday morning came and my siblings were getting ready for school, I wasn't however which didn't escape notice. "Edward, sweetie, you need to get ready for school," Esme said from the doorway.
"I'm not going," I said. I was sitting in my usual chair, holding Carrie's hand. I looked particularly disheveled, I was still wearing the same clothes from the first night and they were all wrinkled and my hair was sticking up everywhere.
"What do you mean you're not going," she asked concerned more at my actions and my tone.
"Exactly what I meant, I'm not going to school, I'm not leaving Carrie's side, I'm not leaving until she wakes up," I said as I took one hand and began to softly stroke her head tenderly.
"You can't miss school Edward," Esme said her voice raising just slightly in volume as she crossed her arms trying to get me to go.
"I already know everything, what difference does it make. I've done it before, I'll do it again," I said, coming very close to yelling, letting her know that my decision was final on this.
"It's alright dear," Carlisle said calmly as he and the others came into the room.
"Fine, but just for this week, we'll discuss any further time this week." Esme said giving up on trying to persuade me. Her words might have sounded harsh but we all know that she is just deeply concerned and worried about us.
"What are we going to tell the administrators at school," Jasper asked looking to Carlisle. I could tell that him and the others wanted to stay as well, especially Alice since she hasn't been able to see anything about Carrie's future, but they understood that if they all stayed it might raise some questions from those at the school and soon the town.
Carlisle thought about it for a moment before he said, "Tell them that I sent Carrie to an old friend of mine who specializes in things that have to do with the eyes for her to get checked out to see of her sight can be restored. Tell them I sent Edward and Esme along with her so she wouldn't be alone." Jasper nodded and they left to go to school and Carlisle left for work. I spent that day like every other since we brought Carrie home, just sitting next to her and letting her know that I was there for her. I occasionally took a wet cloth to her brow to get rid of the sweat. She is still running a slight fever which Esme checks each time she comes in to see how we are doing. When the others got home Alice would immediately come up into Carrie's room, sit at the foot of the bed and tell Carrie about what happened at school. Then she would go off and do her homework like the others. Jasper came in and dropped of our assignments on Carrie's desk, which he picked up to further collaberate our story.
It has been eight days since I bit Carrie and nothing has changed so far. Every night Carlisle has checked her wounds and said that they appear to be healing up slowly, but nicely. He also said that from what he can tell there seems to be no physical changes at all that show that she has been changed. That didn't matter to me; I just want her to wake up. I want to see her smile, her blush, I want to hear her laugh, I want to hear her say my name, and I want to feel her arms around me again. I want to watch as she wakes up in my arms. This last one made me move so that I was sitting with my back to the headboard and I gently pull her up to lay against me. I wrap my arms around her waist and place my face in the crook of her neck and I place a small kiss where I had bitten her at. I could feel her soft pulse faintly from where I was touching her. Ba - bump... ba - bump ... ba - bump ... ... ba - bump ... ... ba - bump ... ... ba...bump ... ... ba ... bump ... ... ba ... ... ... ...
My head shot up when I could no longer felt the faint pulse like I once had. I brought my hand up and felt along her neck, nothing. I start to panic as I move to set her down and grab her wrist to feel for a pulse. Again I felt nothing. I felt like I was about to hyperventilate as I lie down and press my ear to my chest listening for a heartbeat. I block everything out and listened with all my might, I had my ear pressed tightly against her chest so as to block out any other sounds as well, and I wasn't breathing so that I didn't make any noise. I listened and listened and listen but after a few minutes I got nothing, not a single sound, not even of her breathing. "Carlisle!" I shouted as I began to panic. 'She can't be dead, she can't be dead, she can't be dead,' I kept repeating over and over again in my head like a mantra.
Carlisle came running in followed shortly by the others. All of them had a scared expression on their face. "What's wrong Edward," Carlisle asked as he and the others gathered around the bed.
"Her heart stopped beating and she isn't breathing," I said. Carlisle took a stethoscope that he had on the table, though he didn't need it, and checked for a heartbeat and breathing as well as holding her wrist and feeling for a pulse there. He pulled away slowly and removed the stethoscope from his person. He looked at us shaking his head slowly side to side. The girls gasped and my brothers and mine eyes widened in shock. We stood there processing what he had said; Carrie was dead and not our type of dead since no changes has been made to her appearance and she isn't stone cold like us. I collapsed in the chair, eyes wide in shock and mouth agape. The thought of trying CPR never crossing my mind. The girls moved to their respective guys who wrapped their arms around them. 'She's ...dead, she can't be dead. There are so many things that I still have to tell her, to show her, to ask her, to do with her. She can't be dead, she can't be.' I thought to myself over and over, again and again, similar ones being thought by every one else in the room.
I'm not sure how long we stayed there like that but eventually the others turned to leave the room. Esme was thinking about all the arrangements that would have to be made. Carlisle and Jasper were thinking about what explanations they could give for this. I just sat there looking at the body of the one that I love with every fiber of my being. The one that I will never hold again, or hear her voice again, never to… never...
I slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed and brought my hand up and slowly ran it along her face, tracing her jaw, softly running my thumb across her soft, cooling lips. I trace the scars that are upon her face and felt the thirst to shred the ones that did this to her to pieces, to make the people who took her away from me suffer so much that they will be begging me to end it. I force this feeling down as I look down upon her face for the last time. I lean down and placed one last kiss upon her lips, trying to savor the feel of them against mine, to ingrain it forever into my memory.
As I pull away I feel something tap against my leg as I go to stand up. I look down and see that it is Carrie's left hand that was lying closer to me than what it was earlier. I just brush it off thinking that it might have moved toward me when my weight pulled the bed down. I reach for it to place it next to her when I see it twitch. I freeze as I see this. 'Why is it moving?' As I watch it I see it twitch again. "Carlisle," I called out, my voice cracking slightly. They have not gotten too far away since they were moving rather slowly due to their grief. He and Esme had just walked through the door. They stop and turn around to look at me. "Her hand just twitched."
"I'm sure your just imagining it," he said. He thought that it was just my hopeful wishing that was making me see things.
"No, I'm not," I said, "look." I pointed to her hand which twitched a couple of more times.
"It's probably just her brain sending off some random signals as it shuts down," he said as he and the others moved slightly closer to the bed to see the twitching limb. I couldn't help the feeling that he was wrong as I slowly reached out for her hand.
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