Part 3


When I woke up, I was in one of the rooms in the hospital. I looked around and found that there were lots of other people on beds all around me. Then I spotted my mother, right next to me. She was unconscious and looked even weaker than normal.

"Edward! You're awake!" I was Carlisle. "I was beginning to think I would never see your green eyes again."

"What am I doing here Carlisle?" I asked.

"It appears my theory about your fathers sickness was correct. I'm afraid both you and your mother have it, but you're both very strong and I'm sure you will pull though." he tried to smile sincerely, but I could see that he was very worried underneath.

"How is she?" I asked, weakly pointing at my mother.

"She's been better." he admitted. "But she's not too bad . . . yet." I sighed from exhaustion and lay back on the bed.

When I awoke again, my mother was sitting on a chair by my side. "Mother." I said.

"Shh, Edward." she commanded, lifting a hand to her lips. "You are too weak to talk. You should get as much rest as you can so you can get better.

"But what about you?" I protested. "You are even weaker then I am. You should be in bed as well."

"I'll lay down in a little while. Now you go back to sleep."

"Not until you are in bed." I retorted.

"Excuse me." said Carlisle, coming into the room. He sighed. "Elizabeth, what did I tell you? If you ever want to get better, you need to get some sleep."

"I will." she said. "Just as soon as I know Edward is doing alright."

"Well, I can tell you that." he pulled out a stethoscope and put it to my heart. Then, he opened my mouth and looked inside. "Yes." he said. "I think he is going to make a full recovery in no time."

"You liar." she sneered. "You are just saying that to make me get in bed."

"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not, that's a risk you will just have to take."

"Hmm." she said, but got up, walked over to her bed, and climbed in under the covers. "Happy?"

"Yes." replied Carlisle, smiling sweetly. "Now I have brought a warm drink for both of you. It won't taste too good, but it will make you feel better." He handed both of us a mug of steaming liquid. My mother grabbed it and started to drink while Carlisle helped me with mine.

"Why don't you let me do that?" she asked, looking at him angrily. "He is my son. I should take care of him while he is sick."

"No!" Carlisle said sternly. "You lay in that bed and get better. Don't worry about him. I have everything under control." She sighed, handed him the empty mug, and lay down fully in the bed, drifting off to sleep in a matter of seconds.

"She's been by your side for a day." Carlisle said. "She wouldn't eat anything until you woke up."

"What was in her drink?" I asked. There was no way she could have fallen to sleep that quickly on her own, not with her determination.

"Just something to make her sleep." he replied and took my mug and hers out of the room.


It had been nearly six months since my mother and I had entered the hospital and neither of us was doing well, though she was much better than I was. In fact, all of the doctors were surprised that I had lasted even that long. All except for Carlisle. He knew I was strong enough. But not even he thought I would survive.

"Well." He said one day, after conducting his daily check of my mother and I. "The same as before. Go back to sleep now Edward, while I have a talk with your mother."

"Am I a child?" I asked. "That I should be kept out of conversations?"

"There are some conversations even certain adults should not be part of." He retorted. "Now go to sleep before I make you." I attempted to cross my arms in annoyance, but was too weak, so I just lay back and pretended to go to sleep.

They talked about nonsense for what seemed like an hour, then they stopped, and I can imagine Carlisle bent over to see if I was really sleeping. I must have fooled him because he started getting to the point.

"I don't know how long he's going to last." He said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, alarmed. "He looks healthy enough, compared to most of the people here, and he's lasted this long, hasn't he?"

"Yes, but his body is beginning to give up." he replied. "His heart beat was slower than normal today, and he's getting weaker. It may be only a matter of days, maybe a couple weeks."

"Well what about me?" she asked. "How much time do I have left?"

"You, Elizabeth, are actually doing a little better. Your heartbeat was stronger today and you aren't as pale as you have been."

"So you're saying that I'm going to live, but he isn't?"

"Yes. I'm afraid that is what it's beginning to look like."

"I won't live without him." She said, her voice beginning to break. "He is all I have left."

"I realize that." He replied. "But you must promise me something."

"What?" she asked weakly.

"You must promise that when he gets bad, you will not give up. Do you promise?"

"I can't." she replied honestly. "I can't promise you something like that because that is one promise that I can't keep."

"Can you promise me something?" she asked.

"What?" he replied, exasperated.

"No matter what happens to me, you will not let my son die."

He sighed deeply. "I will do everything I can for him then." he finally said.

"Good." She affirmed and passed out in her bed from exhaustion.

The next day, Carlisle started a new treatment on me, one he said he had learned in Europe some years before. It consisted of feeding me a blend of many unknown substances that where all mixed together into a drink. It was the worst tasting thing I could ever remember having, even worse then when I was little and the boys down the street had dared me to eat a worm in order to prove I wasn't a scaredy cat.

But I drank it nonetheless. I couldn't let my mother down like that. If anyone were going to die, it would be her. And if she did, I would still live, just for her.

I had to get better. I wasn't done living yet. There were many things I still wanted to do. I couldn't let this sickness get the better of me.

After that, I fell back asleep, or so I thought. I actually passed out and was out for a week. I had probably slipped into a shallow coma, but I came out of it.

"Edward." Carlisle said when I finally opened my eyes after so long. "Don't scare us like that." Instinctively, I looked over at mother to see how she was doing.

"How-" I couldn't get anymore out, but he must have understood because he replied, "She isn't doing to well. About a day ago she got very bad. I'm afraid it's only a matter of hours." He looked like he wanted to cry, but for some reason couldn't. I felt bad for him.

"Oh." I said and went back to sleep. I couldn't watch my mother die. That was just something I wasn't going to do, though I felt bad I couldn't be by her side; holding her hand at the very least.

I felt as if I had let her down, by just laying there. She wanted so much for me before she went and I couldn't even sit by her side to show her that I would be okay.

That was the last thing time I remember seeing her. The next thing I remember is my whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Then I was somewhere else though. And Carlisle was by my side, telling me it was alright.