In My Time
Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)
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27. The Angel
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~Isabella Marie Mason’s Point of View~
I had a little bird,
Its name was Enza.
I opened up the window,
I remembered walking through the streets, watching the little children skip rope to the influenza rhyme. I enjoyed watching them skip and jump-just to be happy in a time that was so devastating. Now, though, it was like one horrible mantra repeating itself in my head over and over again.
I felt stiff when I awoke (granted this was nothing new as of late) as if I was lying where I was for a long time. I wasn’t placed here by my own doing, though. The smell of rubbing alcohol, and something else I couldn’t quite place, hung in the air around me. I heard soft voices, Edward and Elizabeth, murmuring quietly to each other in a hoarse and raw tone from the influenza. I also felt pain-it was obvious then that I was not dead, for heaven surely couldn’t have you feeling like this.
A hand brushed the side of my face gently and my eyes finally fluttered open. “Edward?” I whispered, seeing his emerald eyes look into mine. I wouldn’t have my first vision of consciousness be any other thing.
“Hello sweetheart.” He greeted me. He had a white bandage placed on his forehead, and a few bruises on his face. He was pale and thin from the sickness, but he still had the same look in his eyes, despite his condition, whenever he was around me.
“What,” I began, sitting up. The hoarse and ragged voice that came out of my mouth shocked me. I struggled from the sudden dizziness that seemed to overpower me at first, but managed to understand that we were in the hospital. Nurses and a few doctors in long white jackets, with the same type of mouth guard that Dr. Cullen made me wear earlier on their faces, hurried outside in the hallways. They all carried the same worried and tired expressions that seemed plastered on their faces. Elizabeth had her own cot in the hospital room as well; she was looking at us with adoration. But with a ping of pain, she reminded me of how my own mother looked in this place-she was so very sick, and most likely a mirrored reflection of me.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” I whispered, looking at Edward now. He was sitting on the edge of my bed. I took a frail hand, noticing how much even this ached, and placed it on his forehead, over the bandage. I noticed then that I had bandages on my hands. Edward caught my hand and kissed it gently.
“I’m fine. I wouldn’t have been, though, if you weren’t there. I’m so sorry.” He whispered. I shook my throbbing head gently.
“No-don’t be sorry. I should have noticed you were so sick sooner. I shouldn’t have let you do all of that for me-” If I noticed sooner he wouldn’t have been so hurt.
“None of this is any of our faults. It’s out of our hands now. We can only hope we will get better.” He told me. We can only hope-that seemed the equivalent of doing utterly nothing. A vaccine hasn’t even been made-there was no cure.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
“Yes, Bella. And you? I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. It’s a scary thing-when Doctors tell you that they have no idea when your wife will wake up, and to just wait-even if you have to wait for a lifetime.” He explained. He looked relieved to see me-the doctors had told them that they didn’t even know if I would wake up. I held his hand,
“I’m as good as this Influenza will allow.” I sighed.
“Oh, Doctor. Cullen! Bella just woke up.” Elizabeth weakly flagged down the all too familiar Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who had just walked by our room. Even though she practically whispered, impeccably, he seemed to hear her just fine. He walked into the room, and I immediately noticed that his eyes were different….not in the shape or any other relation as this…but it was more in their color. They were seemingly more of a dark brown; with hints of copper speckled in. The dark circles under his eyes were a bit more evident as well. He must have been working quite a splendor from the number of people in the hospital who were so sick.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Mason. How are you feeling?” he asked me, as any good doctor would. He started to look at me, standing on the other side of my bed that Edward wasn’t on. He examined my breathing as I talked, or…tried to. It still came out as quite an ugly, muffled croak.
“Dr. Cullen, I thought we had been through this already. Please, call me Bella.” I told him, trying to make light of the dire situation. He smiled slightly,
“Ah, quite right. Alright-how are you feeling, Bella?” he asked again, now looking at my hands. He unwrapped the bandages to check their healing progress…I tried not to wince.
“I’m…okay, I suppose.” I sighed. He knew how I was feeling-just the same as every poor ill soul in this madhouse. He nodded once,
“You look better than when you were brought in.” he informed me, as if it was any consolation. My eyebrows furrowed together,
“When was I, you know, brought in?” I asked him, curious as to what the day even was. Did he greet me with ‘good afternoon’? Was it the afternoon of the same day I called the hospital? Or the next?
“Yesterday, early afternoon.” He murmured, preoccupied with what he was writing down on papers.
“Oh, dear.” It was all I could say, I found myself quite upset and scared as to just how long I was unconscious.
“I’ve only been awake since this morning.” Edward informed me-trying to put my confused and jumbled up head to rest. I just looked at Edward-I didn’t really say anything at all-partly because my throat wouldn’t allow any more sound coming out of my mouth because of the flames ignited in it, making me cringe. And partly because I really didn’t know what to say. I stared, surrounded and haunted by word ghosts-all things I could have said.
I looked in his eyes, the only thing that the illness didn’t seem to touch. They were finally visible to me as they hadn’t been when I was last awake, and I felt elated because of that. But his face, it was still pale and sickly-sunken from an improper diet, lack of rest, and above all the influenza. That was just what the influenza was doing on the outside, though. On the inside, he was still the regular Edward. My Edward. He always would be.
“Bella, Edward, Mrs. Mason-if there is anything you need or I can do please just ask. I’m doing the best I can under these circumstances.” Carlisle’s voice made me jump as did Edward- I forgot the doctor was even there.
“Thank you, Dr. Cullen, we understand.” Edward nodded. Carlisle nodded back before placing the charts and papers he was just so preoccupied with back on the door while swiftly and gracefully walking out. I heard him greet a nurse as well,
“Hello, Stephenie,” I didn’t hear the rest for I started coughing again, which burnt my throat and made my chest ache even more.
“Miss,” Edward read the same nurse’s name tag that Carlisle had directed in, “Nurse Meyer, could my wife please have a glass of water?” she nodded quickly, as I still continued with my coughing fit. She hurried over and helped me hold the glass as she slightly tipped it, making the cool water trickle into my mouth and down my throat. It dimmed the fire immediately. After I was done she set it next to me and helped me lean back on my pillows.
“Is there anything else you need, Mrs. Mason?” Nurse Meyer asked.
“No, thank you.” I told her. She nodded, pulling a pen and paper out of her pocket and began to write something down as she walked out of the room. I put my hand on my locket.
“God is doing this for a reason, sweetheart.” Elizabeth told me, reading my worried expression. I knew there was a morgue here. I knew it was over populated from the influenza. I also knew that we could switch rooms here, where our roommates would be dead like us. We could be the next to join those who were no longer living. I nodded once to her, biting my lip and then turning my head to look at the ceiling.
“But I just can’t help thinking, what kind of God would do this?” I whispered.
“You can’t think like that though,” she shook her head when she saw Edward. He was looking out the window now, into the grey and depressing Chicago winter. He looked angry, like he was thinking the same as me. I knew she was directing what she was about to say to the both of us. “You can be miserable and sick, or optimistic and sick. Either way, we are all ill. But we will get better, I don’t want any of us to be miserable, it just changes nothing and makes it worse. Now is not the time to lose faith, loves-it is just the time to embrace it, to accept God’s plan for us, because we still don’t know what it is.” Edward turned his head to look at his Mother.
“You’re right.” He finally said. She shrugged and smiled slightly,
“Mother knows best, darling.” she joked. Edward struggled to walk to my bed as I protested for him to stop. He sat on the edge,
“I have you Bella. As long as we’re together we will overcome anything.” he took my hand and I smiled,
“I love you.” I said before he leaned over and kissed me.
“That’s much better.” Elizabeth smiled.
~Elizabeth Mason’s Point of View~
The poor dears.
Those two were all I could think about-they were all I would allow myself to think about. If I thought of Edward, my husband, then I would remember the fact that I was a widower now. And our son didn’t know that yet. I had special instructions for him to be ignorant of this until he was better. If one was to heal, then one had to be happy. It would devastate him.
I was done crying on the subject-I was done thinking about death. I knew I was close, just a little baby step away, really. I was terribly weak, but I would press on. If there was one thing I was going to do before I die it was seeing that my son and the love of his life were healthy and well and happy. Yes-above all, they have to be happy.
I was getting old…well, older anyway. I had done so much more in my life than Edward and Bella had. I have a son, a beautiful boy, and I was privileged enough to watch him grow up. I even got to see him get married to a beautiful girl that I could have only dreamed up for him. She was a blessing. I didn’t get to see grandchildren be born…and that would be the only regret that I had never met them. I would definitely miss this. But Edward and Bella would live on-I had to make sure of that.
As long as I was able to watch over them from heaven….able to see them grow old and have children…able to see Edward teach them how to play the piano…able to see Bella read bedtime stories to them….I would be fine. I would be happy. But God has to permit me enough time to see them healthy. That was all I was praying and asking him for…practically a miracle.
I watched them as Edward held Bella in his arms and sang a tune that was sweeter than honey in her ear. She was drifting off to sleep, but struggling to stay awake. The conversation Edward and I had while Bella was sleeping came back to me as I watch them.
He had been worried about her, immensely so. He was blaming himself for falling, for not taking better care of her, and for anything else you could have possibly thought of. He was keeping something from me-I could always tell. It was making him even more upset. But just as I thought I was getting somewhere, Bella woke up. Perhaps he was doing the same thing that I was doing to him-protecting me by keeping me ignorant. In my case, the situation with his father never regaining consciousness. In his case….I was afraid to know. Perhaps it was best I didn’t. But I was naturally curious…as any mother would be. It was something to occupy my mind rather than how I was feeling…a few flickers were horrible-like him getting drafted to war. But one was nice-Bella with child. Wouldn’t that be lovely if I were to have grandchildren? They would both get better, her health wasn’t something to worry about. I would find a way.
A few days passed by.
They were long…the kind of days that you just wanted to have end. They reminded me of rainy days when there was nothing to do…Edward would sit looking out the window as a child and wish that he could play with Collin and Leo. It was hard to make those days fun for him. It also reminded me of when Edward would come down with a cold and stayed home from school…and I occupied myself with nursing him back to health.
In this case, I was nursing not only him but Bella. And it made me happy to do it-it made my boring days worthwhile and it made me feel better. If God had granted me more time I was to do something with it rather than sit in my own bed and feel miserable.
I walked slowly towards him and changed the cloth on his forehead for something cooler, and I did the same for Bella. The soaking rags felt heavy to me, and it was hard to do. But it was helping them-and therefore, it was helping me. I watched the two of them sleep side by side, their cots pushed together, and smiled.
“Mrs. Mason! Please lay back down.” Dr. Cullen’s voice echoed from behind me as I placed the old washcloth back down. There weren’t enough nurses to do this for them.
“Oh, I’m quite alright.” I waved him off. His cool hands gently started to lead me back to my own sick bed.
“Mrs. Mason, please I implore you to do as I instruct. You are hurting your own chances of getting better.” I shook my head as I allowed him to help me back into bed.
“No, no quite the opposite. God has granted me more time here, and it’s to take care of them. They need to survive this, Dr. Cullen. It doesn’t matter if I do or not.” I tried to get him to understand. He sighed and nodded once,
“I can’t make you listen…you are your own person, of course, and as your doctor I have made it clear to you that if you continue to get out of bed and exhaust yourself it will be imperative to your health…but do what you will.” I smiled slightly, a smile my son and I both shared, and nodded.
“Thank you.” He nodded back and checked on Edward and Bella before turning to leave the room. “Wait! Dr. Cullen.” I called before he left the room. He walked back quickly and gracefully….as usual. There was something different about him. He healed people-he was naturally a good person…and watching him for weeks made me notice some curious things about him. His eyes changed colors, he had impeccable hearing, and he never wore a mask to not get sick-perhaps that was because he couldn’t get sick. He was as handsome and kind as a…angel.
Suddenly then it hit me why he was here. He was an angel sent by God to help me-he was here to make sure that Edward and Bella would live through this. I just needed to make sure that he did save them-I had to before I died.
“Yes?” he asked, pulling his hand up to my forehead, thinking it was something medical. He frowned, “Mrs. Mason, your fever…it’s too high-” he began checking my pulse. I noticed it immediately after he said something…I felt horrible...worse than I had this whole time…weak and finished. I felt like I would see my dear husband Edward again soon…and I took comfort in the thought. I would be fully able to die, as soon as I explained to the angel what he had to do for me.
“That’s not important, Dr. Cullen. Please listen.” He stopped doing what he was doing and looked up, a serious and somewhat wary expression on his face. “Save them.” it was all I could manage to say now…I had used up all of my strength helping them.
“I will do everything in my power.” He promised me, taking my hand gently. It was so cold…but then again so was everything. His promise comforted me a bit, but I needed to make sure he understood.
“You must.” I gripped his hand harder, as if to hold onto life longer. I had to be strong enough for this. “You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward and his Bella.” Now the angel knew. Somehow, I noticed his face looked a bit frightened-only for a flicker of a second-before he controlled it again…His promise was the last thing I ever heard, his beautiful expression the last thing I saw, reassurance and relief the last thing I felt before the welcome, temporary black of death.
I smiled when I heard my Eddy’s voice. It was the first thing I heard, his eyes the first thing I saw, the warmth of sunshine the first thing I ever felt before his arms were around me.
- Surprises All 'Round
- The Newton's Ball
- I Love You
- There is a First for Everything
- The Proposal
- Sink In
- Mason And Swan Engaged
- Happy 17th
- A Long Day
- Bella's Feelings
- Edward's Feelings
- Wedding Bells
- New Life
- Dinner Party
- For Better Or For Worse
- In Sickness and In Health
- The Angel
- A Choice
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