I'M BACK AFTER A LONG DELAY! THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO LOST. THESE ARE MY AWARDS FOR LOST:#1 MOST FAVORITE STORY AND HAS BEEN SINCE OCTOBER 2007! #3 MOST READ #7 MOST REVIEWED Summary: Simmons is introduced to a certain female vampire that we all know. He has been a player, but what happens when he meets her? ~~~~~~LAST CHAPTER AND EPILOGUE~~~~~~~ Chapter 15:MAGNIFICENTChapter 16:(EPILOGUE) HEADLINE
Wow! This sequel has been a long time in coming. I want to thank everyone for keeping this story alive. I have loved reading every single one of your reviews! I have had everything from awesome people translating LOST into other languages, to yucky people plagiarizing my story and calling it theirs. No kidding! I started this just a few months after LOST, but I didn't think anyone would want to read it. It was just for me. But, I kept writing and many asked for a sequel, so . . . . . . . . If you hate it, I will understand. 3 REASONS YOU SHOULD NOT READ THIS STORY: 1. SIMMONS IS THE MAIN CHARACTER, EDWARD AND BELLA ARE ALL THE WAY THROUGH IT, BUT IT IS IN SIMMONS POV. 2. IT HAS BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF SINCE MANY OF YOU HAVE READ LOST. FOR SOME IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY, BUT FOR THE ORIGINAL READERS, YOU MAY NOT EVEN CARE ANYMORE! 3. I CAN'T THINK OF ANOTHER REASON. SO I GUESS THERE ARE JUST TWO. Lost is long, and I would never make you read it again. To help the original readers, I have given you a quick summary: Bella and Michael Simmons worked for a NYC firm called Berkshire-Hathaway. Bella was heartless and vowed to take down C-Corp Edward was C-Corp (yikes!) Bella had started to date a hot guy named Thomas Vaughn Bella ended up breaking Vaughn's heart Bella gave Edward back his company - after she put Edward through a lot Bella left to be with Edward after she quit the Firm Bella and Edward got married (yay!) E & B set Vaughn up with his first love from High School - Kristin Roberts Alice is very mad that she was not Bella's bridesmaid - it was Simmons Lola is the boutique owner who helped Bella pick out her dresses Rosalie wants Bella's awesomely expensive shoes - - - - - - - Simmons is a player, but he is also sweet and intelligent He is a 6'2 surfer boy from California He is very hotly handsome *Lucky for you this story is about 20,000 words shorter than LOST *THIS STORY IS ALREADY DONE. I WILL UPDATE EVERYDAY!
11. THE TRUTH
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Chapter 12 - THE TRUTH
From the way the sun shone outside the window, I could tell it was about noon. That was as close as I got to guessing the time. I didn't even know what day of the week it was. Coming from someone who used to know the time in several different countries at once, and working like mad through every day of the week, lying in a bed like this was going to drive me crazy.
I lay there listening to the heart monitor beside me. Its constant beep was just one more thing to annoy me. I had a list.
A nurse brought in something in a cup that was supposed to resemble food and checked the information on all the machines I was hooked up to. I was ecstatic when she informed me that I no longer needed the oxygen tube that was hooked to my nose. I really hated that thing. In fact, it was #3 on my list of annoying things. If I had been able to make my hands work well enough, I probably would have pulled it out myself.
As she silently wrote down information on a clipboard, I opened my jaw to see how painful it would be to speak. It was better, but still pretty sore. I turned my head to the nurse.
"So, do I really need that obnoxious machine that beeps incessantly right next to my head?"
"It's your heart monitor," she said shortly.
"I know what it is. Do I really have to have it? It's driving me nuts," I complained.
"It's kind of important," she said as she looked at me through the corner of her eye.
"Can the volume be turned down, at least?" I grumbled.
She helped me raise my head, while she stuck the cup in front of my face. I looked down into it with distaste.
"So when do I get to eat real food?" I asked impatiently.
"When you are able to feed yourself, for starters."
I looked at the creamy, frothy stuff in the cup that was meant to be my lunch. She sighed impatiently as she held the cup in front of me. I took a deep breath for courage and muttered, "Bottoms up." Then I drained the liquid through the thick straw as fast as I could.
I raised my eyebrows appraisingly. It wasn't half bad. Especially since it was the first solid food I had eaten since becoming conscious. The door suddenly opened and Bella walked into the room.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"How long was I out this time?"
"Almost 48 hours," she stated.
I blinked in surprise. I had no idea that it had been that long.
"Actually, I came in a few times to check on you, and I must say, I rather enjoyed it. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone sleep."
I looked into her face to see if she was bothered by that, but I saw no hint of regret. She leaned in on the bed and asked, "How are you feeling?"
I sighed and took inventory of myself and then said, "A lot better than the last time I was awake."
I could feel my heart beating in my head as it throbbed, and each time I inhaled I was stopped short by a crushing pain in my ribs. There was a new pain down the left side of my leg that I didn't remember from before, but I'm guessing it was because so many other pains overpowered it at the time.
"That is good news," she said.
There was a coldness to her that hadn't been there before my massively stupid stunt. She was still very angry. I could also tell she was very worried.
"So, do we know how the world of homicidal vampires has taken the news of my death, yet?"
She looked at me with a straight face. "There has been no report on any front. Everything has been eerily quiet."
"I don't even know where to start on an apology," I said sincerely.
Her teeth clenched as she spoke to me. "If I lose Edward in a battle because of your little love-sick stunt, I will kill you myself." I didn't doubt her for a second. But I did feel the need to defend myself.
"Saying this doesn't atone for my actions, but I was a little out of my mind, Bella. Two months ago, I found Tanya in Sochi and I told her I loved her. I confessed everything to her. She told me she loved me, too. Then she turned Alexei loose on me, while she ran away - again. I ended up drunk on some beach, and on the four hour drive back to Moscow, this asinine plan was the only way I could think of getting her to come back to me."
"Committing suicide and starting a vampire turf war was the best you could come up with?"
"She told me she loved me, Bella. She held on to me so tightly, and then she was gone. You were gone. Anyone who knew anything about all this was gone. I was left alone to try and live a boring, normal, ordinary life. I woke up in the morning, did my job, and went to sleep for three or four hours before starting over again. I was dying slowly anyway. Do you have any idea what it's like to have everything that you love vanish, leaving you with nothing that you want?"
She swallowed hard as she stared hard at me.
"Actually I do. When Edward left, he took his whole family with him. Aside from my dad, everything I loved left in a matter of days."
"You were stronger than me," I said softly.
She shook her head slowly and I saw a hint of the haunted face I used to know so well.
"No, Simmons. You know the hell I was in. When he first left, there is a period of about three months that I don't remember a thing."
"At least you never did anything stupid or reckless, I argued.
I saw a small smile on her lips. It was there momentarily, and then it left. "I was reckless," she whispered. Her eyes were a million miles away. "I cheated, and tried every reckless thing I could think of to keep him with me, just so that I could hear his beautiful voice." She sighed. "But with the passage of time, that left me too."
"We're quite a pair, aren't we?" I replied.
She bowed her head and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we are."
"I don't remember the fairy tale where the handsome prince meets a beautiful vampire and lives happily ever after," I mused.
"It's because it's not supposed to happen that way," she argued.
"Then why do I want it so much?" I breathed.
She took my hand and I wrapped my warm fingers around her cold ones. She looked into my eyes and I thought of the journey each of us had been on in the past few years. Our lives had taken a turn I had never dreamed of. I never knew I could love another person the way I loved Bella. I never had a sister. Maybe this was how it felt to love a sister. All I knew, was that my life was better with her in it.
I rubbed the back of her hand and said, "I still have some questions."
She pursed her lips and nodded slightly. "I know. That's why I'm here."
I smiled. It hurt to smile. "Really? Because I have a lot of them."
Bella swallowed hard and pulled her hand back.
"You may not like all of my answers," she warned.
I softly shook my head. "I don't think I can be hurt any worse than when Tanya walked away from me in Sochi, and you certainly will leave me in better shape than Stefan did, so I think I can handle it."
She swallowed hard and began to speak, then stopped. I saw her eyes close for a moment.
"I shouldn't be here," she muttered.
I frowned at her, and then she abruptly rose out of her chair, and for a moment slowly walked around my room. She ended up pacing back and forth in the area at the foot of my bed.
"Edward told me this wasn't a good idea, and maybe he was right," she said in a worried tone.
My eyes followed her back and forth and it brought a smile to my face as I remembered how many times I had seen her pace just like that in the middle of the night while we came up with our brilliant strategies.
"It's just that I . . . ." She stopped speaking, but continued her pacing while I lay there waiting patiently. Experience had taught me that eventually she would get to it, she just had to deliberate and think it out in her own mind, and then she would get down to business.
"It's just that when I see two people suffering, two people that I care so much about, I think I would regret not doing something. You might find out someday, and then it might be too late, and you would never forgive me."
I listened to her babble on. She was making absolutely no sense. Soon, she was just pacing with her lips in a tight line. That was usually a sign that she was getting close to a resolution.
I swallowed hard. "Just tell me now, Bella. Whatever it is, I can handle it."
She looked down for a moment and then her eyes, which were a lovely shade of gold now, looked deep into mine.
"If you end up getting hurt from this, I am sorry," she said seriously.
I felt the fire in my middle. What if she told me that Tanya was with someone else, or that something had happened to her? I said I could handle whatever Bella had to tell me. I swallowed hard and watched as she walked up to the side of my bed and said, "Simmons, earlier you asked me who saved you from Stefan. You were right, it was Tanya."
For a second, the annoying heart monitor stopped, and then it sped up considerably. It was going faster and faster, keeping time with the pulsing throb in my head.
Bella glanced over at the machine and then back at me.
"I tell you stories of bloodthirsty vampires coming to kill you, and this is what gets you excited?"
"Is she . . . ." I couldn't breathe deeply enough to finish. "Is she okay?"
I gasped for air. I was trying to calm down. I needed a steady head right now. My heart was beating too fast and it was forcing me to take deep breaths, which were excruciating.
"Bella, why did you wait so long to tell me? Is she all right? What about . . ."
"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" I was picturing Tanya fighting that murderous pyschopath. It wasn't helping me calm down.
"Crap." She shook her head at me. "I knew this was how you would react."
She looked anxiously at the heart monitor and said, "Relax. I'll tell you everything."
I concentrated on taking smaller breaths that didn't make me want to clench my teeth every time in inhaled.
She looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you're up to this?"
I made an effort to slow my breathing. I didn't want her to leave anything out because she thought I wouldn't be able to handle it. I relaxed and said, "Bella, tell me everything."
She looked at me reassuringly as she said, "First of all, I want you to know that Tanya is all right."
I felt myself relax. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she nodded, "She is fine."
She leaned in closer to me and said, "Listen. I think you need to know a little about what Tanya has been going through, so that you are able to understand the situation, okay?"
Was that okay? That was all I had wanted from the beginning. I had been tortured from not knowing anything, for months.
"It's more than okay, Bella," I answered forcefully.
Bella took a breath and began. "I must first go back to Nikolai, you remember him, right?"
How could I not remember? That story would probably haunt my dreams. I nodded so that she would keep going.
"Nikolai and Tanya had known each other for a very long time. They were very close friends. So much so, that Nikolai contacted her after he met Olivia. He asked Tanya to teach him to withstand the craving of human blood."
Bella shook her head and laughed darkly.
"Well, Tanya panicked. She was in Denali, and felt helpless as Nikolai professed his love for Olivia and explained how he was sure he could withstand his thirst. Tanya tried to talk sense into him. She had him on the phone for over an hour explaining that this would take years, decades even, to perfect."
"Nikolai scoffed at that. He said that his love was enough to make him stop. When Tanya heard the lack of concern in his voice, she demanded that Nikolai stay away from Olivia completely until she could get there and help him. She told him she would be on the next flight to Moscow."
"Nikolai promised that he would be careful, and that he was confident that he would be fine until she got there."
Bella's voice became very quiet.
"The last thing Nikolai said to Tanya was that he'd had a fresh kill that day, and that he was sure that would be the last human he would ever taste."
"Tanya was in her car within fifteen minutes of hanging up the phone, and on a plane within the hour. But, when she got to Moscow, she could not reach him. She sped to his house, and there, learned that he was already on his way to the Volturi."
Bella took a deep breath before continuing.
"There was so much media coverage about Olivia's bizarre death, that the Volturi intervened. That made Alexei furious. He told them to stay out of it, that he could handle everything, but they disagreed. The Volturi saw this as a chance they might not get again. They had wanted Alexei gone for a long time; he was becoming too powerful, too indignant. They needed to stop him while they still could."
"They announced that there would be a tribunal. At this gathering, Alexei had to prove that he was still fit to rule. If it was proven that Alexei had been negligent and not taken the proper steps to warn Nikolai, he would be asked to step down."
Bella sat back in her chair and said, "And here is where Tanya enters the picture. Alexei ordered Tanya to go to the tribunal and lie for him. Alexei demanded that she swear to the fact that he was the one who asked Tanya to come and help Nikolai. This would prove to the Volturi that he had done his part to stop Nikolai. Alexei wanted her to lie to protect him."
"Did she do it?" I asked.
"Not at first, she refused to do it," Bella replied.
"Good for her." I was waiting for the part of the story that I wasn't supposed to like.
Bella nodded. "She did try to refuse, but in the end, it did no good. No one refuses Alexei. He just came looking for her, and he caught up with her in New York. He found her at the ball, where you saw him for the first time."
My breath caught. I was starting to put pieces together. "Bella, did Tanya leave the ball with him? Is that why she left so quickly?" I asked.
Bella sighed hard. "She knew Alexei was waiting for her, and he is not the most patient of men."
I was confused. "I can see how Alexei could get her in front of the Volturi, but how could he get her to actually lie for him?"
From what I'd seen, Tanya was far too strong a person to just cave in and do anything she didn't want to do.
Bella's face became angry. "In the end, he used leverage. He blackmailed her into doing what he wanted."
I felt my heart begin to hurt. She had been going through so much. I hadn't been wrong when I felt that she was in danger, that she needed help.
"What would he have to blackmail her with, Bella." I was ready for anything. At least I hoped I was.
"Thirty-eight years ago, three members of the Volturi guard were mysteriously killed. Most believed that Alexei was responsible because those three members were the most vocal about him being replaced, but no one was ever able to prove anything. To this day, no one has ever found the killer."
"How did he blackmail, Tanya?" I asked impatiently.
"Alexei threatened to tell the Volturi that he had proof that it was Tanya and her sisters, Irina and Kate, that killed the three men."
"How could he prove something that wasn't true?" I asked desperately.
"Alexei was confident he could persuade the Volturi to believe him because Tanya and her sisters had a motive."
"What was the motive?" I asked thickly.
Bella's look was serious. "Tanya's mother broke a very serious law. The three murdered members of the Volturi were the same three that exposed her and turned her in to the Volturi. The Volturi ended up killing Tanya's mother."
That was a pretty good motive. There was so much to take in. I couldn't even wrap my mind around it all.
"Simmons, you have to know a few things," Bella continued. "Alexei didn't stop at demanding Tanya lie before the Volturi. He has used that same leverage to keep her at his side for months."
"Alexei demanded she take care of the Zach Conner situation. She was supposed to take him somewhere far away and kill him, but instead she took him somewhere safe, away from Alexei's watchful eye. She has virtually cut off all communication with her sisters, Edward's family, and anyone else she cares about, because she has been trying to protect them from Alexei."
I could feel the desperation growing inside of me. The feeling that I had to get to her. I had to make her realize that she wasn't in this alone. That she never had to be alone again. That for me, ever since I first saw her, my heart had always been with her.
"How did you find out about all of this," I asked hoarsely.
"We got to the hospital and found her waiting outside the room where Carlisle had you in surgery. Luckily, Carlisle had been at a conference in Kiev, and came right when Tanya called. She told us everything. She was so worried about you, Simmons. She made Edward and I promise that we would keep you safe. She also made me swear that I would never tell you any of this."
Bella chuckled. "The first promise I'll keep. The second? Well, I guess I blew that one."
"I feel so helpless against all of this," I whispered.
Bella put her elbows on the edge of my bed, and looked deeply into my eyes.
"You need to understand something," she said quietly and forcefully.
"Okay," I whispered.
"Tanya has been looking over you. This stupid stunt you pulled has caused her a lot of problems. She tried to keep Alexei and Stefan from finding out who informed the police. She wouldn't dare contact you for fear of bringing their wrath down on you. She was trying to appease them both, but in the end, she had to call Zach Conner and tell him to warn you, then she frantically went in search for you."
I lay there trying to calculate exactly what all my selfishness had done. I had let my self-pity take over my senses, and now Tanya was paying for it. And Bella wasn't even done.
"After she killed Stefan, she was so worried about getting you to Carlisle, that she didn't take the time to take care of Stefan's remains. She went back there, after your surgery, and found two members of his coven waiting."
"Bella . . ."
"She fought them both off, but before she could escape, she was injured . . . ."
"No!" I cried. I rose up in the bed and something pulled in my stomach. I fell back with a groan. It felt like something had ripped my insides. I was twisting in pain as I yelled, "Where is she! Tell me she's all right!"
Bella stood up and held me down with force. I absolutely couldn't move my shoulders at all. She looked deep in my eyes and said forcefully, "Calm down, Simmons. She's okay, she's fine."
I tried to control myself. I could feel what actually felt like sobs rising inside of me. "What have I done? Bella, what have I done? She is never going to forgive me for this. If I ever had a chance, it's gone now. I've ruined everything."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "If I let go of you are you going to freak out again?"
"No," I groaned. She was pushing so hard on my shoulders that it was getting hard to breathe. My stomach was burning with pain. Bella stepped back from me, and raised her eyebrow.
"It's funny that you should say that she'll never forgive you. That's exactly what she said to me, that you would never forgive her," Bella said as she relaxed in her seat again.
"What?" I whispered.
Bella's voice became very quiet. "She never wanted to be there when you found out what she was. She dreaded that moment when your look of love and desire for her turned to horror and disgust."
I wanted to protest, but that was actually pretty close to what happened. That night at the computer had been a very dark night for me. Bella went on.
"She stayed away in part to protect you, but in part to protect herself. She wanted your life to stay pure and full of promise, and if she was selfish and stayed, she was sure that she would slowly drive you away."
"I would never leave," I protested.
"She is sure you will," Bella countered. "She is sure that one day when you are old and gray you will look back and resent her for spending your life with her and having so much taken away."
"I wouldn't be wasting my years," I said quickly. "I would be become a vampire for her and stay with her, I . . . "
"Be serious, Simmons," she said with a shake of her head.
I stared at her for a moment. "You don't think I'm being serious? You of all people should know how I feel."
"You're right, of all the people in the world I should be the one to tell you that this should end now."
"Why is it all right for you, but not for me? Why do you get forever with your destiny, and never-ending happiness, but I am supposed to walk away?"
"Because this is permanent, Simmons. 200 years from now you can't ask to be changed back."
I looked at her with mock horror. "You mean there isn't some magic elixir that will take away the evil spell if I change my mind?" I sneered at her. "What kind of fool do you think I am, Bella?"
"Look, I'm just saying that this is . . ."
I interrupted her. "I know perfectly and absolutely what this means for me. I am telling you . . . " I stopped and swallowed hard. "I can't live without her, Bella. I need her. I don't want anything else but her. Every other choice is so empty, so barren. There is no purpose in any of it. Do you understand?"
She looked at me then. Her golden eyes searched mine until she finally sighed and said, "Yes. I understand."
I relaxed, but then she said, "But Tanya will not understand. She will never relent to your desire to become a vampire."
"She will in time," I argued.
"No, she won't. She is pretty stubborn," she replied.
"Yeah, I know," I said forcefully.
"Simmons," she breathed. "I need you to listen to me carefully." I was looking up at the ceiling and she took her cold fingers and turned my head so that I was looking right at her.
"It's over." She stated.
I started to protest, but she talked over me.
"I know that it's tough to hear that. But it's better that it's coming from someone who loves you. You have a whole life ahead of you, and I know it's hard to see that right now, but you have to start accepting that the two of you are never going to be."
"Bella, tell me where she is," I asked softly. The pain in my stomach was beginning to spread.
"I can't tell you that," she said flatly.
"Can't or won't," I pressed.
She sighed in frustration. "I can't and I won't."
"That didn't make any sense," I argued.
She sighed and looked down.
"You always do this." I said accusingly. "You always withheld information that the lawyers needed until the last possible second just to make them angry and show them you were in charge. You even did it to me."
"No I didn't," she countered.
"Ha! When you saw Edward for the first time at the Waldorf, you were crying when you left. The next morning I asked you like, fifty times if you still loved Edward, and you wouldn't tell me a thing."
"I finally did," she replied.
"Finally, ha!" I laughed. "It was easier for WWII German soldiers to torture secrets out of the enemy."
"It wasn't that bad," she muttered.
"Pffhhh," I huffed.
She reached up and touched my arm. I could feel how cold she was even through my bandages.
"Simmons, it's not my place to tell. But don't you see the obvious? If she wanted to see you, she would be here right now."
"Not if she were trying to protect me." I said dryly.
My head was feeling very heavy, and my eyes felt like there were lead weights on them. I had just slept for two straight days and I couldn't figure out why I was suddenly so tired.
"You don't give up all that easily, do you?" She asked, slightly annoyed.
"Not when it matters to me," I replied.
"Maybe I'm a fortune-teller like Alice after all," she said with a smile.
My forehead knotted in confusion. "Alice can see the future? What are you talking about?"
"Well, when you helped me move my apartment I said that someday you would go to the ends of the Earth for a girl that you loved, and well, my prediction sort of came true."
I stared at her incredulously. "I didn't come to Russia because of Tanya. I came here because Hathaway demanded that I come."
"I didn't say it was exactly the same," she said defensively.
I sighed and said, " I have one more question for you."
"How in the hell does a vampire become a doctor?"
She burst out laughing and it sounded like tinkling bells.
"I mean, was he a doctor first, and then a vampire? What about the whole blood thing?" I persisted.
The nurse came in then. She checked my machines and then took my blood pressure, and her face looked concerned. A few minutes later, Carlisle came in.
"I'm sorry to cut this short, but there are some tests I need to do on our patient here, and they really can't wait."
Bella immediately stood up, she seemed relieved to be leaving, and not to have to answer any more of my questions.
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"You heard Carlisle, I have to go." She said innocently.
My eyes widened as I argued. "Carlisle, there's no reason she can't stay, right? I just have a few more questions for her."
Carlisle looked at me apologetically. "She can't stay Michael. I will be doing blood tests, and I wouldn't want to put you in any danger."
It was hard to imagine me being in any danger from Bella. I was sure she could withstand being near my blood, couldn't she? I looked over at Bella and she was staring at Carlisle, avoiding my gaze.
"Bella?" I asked.
She turned her eyes to me and I wasn't sure what I saw there.
"I need to leave," she said.
"Are you leaving because my blood is too much of a temptation, or because you don't want to answer my questions?"
Her hand went on her hip and she said defensively, "Drinking your blood would be like kissing my brother, but I still wouldn't take any sort of chance with you, okay?"
I guess I looked anxious, because she rolled her eyes and said, "You can finish interrogating me later."
I grabbed her hand as she turned to go. My hold was weak, but she looked back at me.
"Bella," I said. "Don't count me and Tanya out yet. Destiny is a hard thing to avoid."
I watched her swallow hard, and I felt her grip tighten on my fingers.
"I'll see you later," she replied. Then she was gone,
Carlisle looked down at me with a reassuring smile. "There are a few things I see here that are concerning me. I am going to run a few tests, but first, I am going to take your blood, and you don't need to worry, you will be perfectly safe."
I held my arm up in his direction. He gripped my wrist and I was shocked at how chilled his fingers were. I had to remember that vampires came in many different varieties in Bella's world. I turned my head when the needle went in, and when I looked back, he was already done. He quickly put a cotton ball on my wound and a band-aid. Then with a smile, he left.
I had a few more tests done by nurses, and he returned about 20 minutes later with a troubled look on his face. He sat down in the chair by my bed and said, "Your blood count has gone way down, and your blood pressure has dropped alarmingly. My guess is that you are bleeding internally, either from the injuries to your liver, or your kidney. We won't know until we get in there and look around."
"But I feel fine," I lied. My stomach had grown increasingly more painful since he left. "Are you saying I need surgery?"
"Right now," he nodded.
With that, a nurse entered the room and they wheeled me down the hall. Suddenly Bella came tearing around the corner. She was looking anxiously at Carlisle.
"Edward just told me, is it serious?"
Carlisle didn't stop walking while he spoke. "I believe he's bleeding internally. It could be serious. I just don't know yet."
Bella looked down at me quickly and then back up to Carlisle, "Well, how long do you think the surgery will last?"
They had slowed down and were turning a corner that led into another room. It was white and sterile. Exactly like a hospital.
"I won't know until I get in there," he said with concern. He then turned to me. "The nurse will get you prepped for surgery, and I will return shortly."
Bella was standing out in the hall, barred from entering because of the concern of spreading any bacteria. Before the door swung shut Bella called out, "He's the best doctor there is, Simmons. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
I could see her through the little rectangle window in the door and I raised my hand and gave her a thumbs up, and then I turned away. This wasn't going to get mushy. The nurse began hooking me up to various machines and then scrubbed down my abdomen with a foul smelling cold liquid. Shortly after, a man came in and informed me he was the anesthesiologist. Another I.V. went in, and I quickly became very tired.
Carlisle returned to my bedside. His mouth was covered with a mask, and he was holding his hands up to keep them sterile. He looked down at me and said, "Everything will be all right."
I wondered how my death would change anything. If I didn't make it through this surgery, Bella and Edward would still be in their own little world, she would be fine. I talked to my parents sporadically at best, they had a perfect son and grandchildren to keep them happy. Hathaway would find a replacement for me within a day.
Would Tanya truly be affected if I ceased to exist?
My eyes drifted shut and I forced them open one more time. "I trust you, Doc."
I was going to make it through this surgery. After everything, it couldn't really end like this. I would find Tanya. I would show her that I loved her for the person she was, for the beauty that was inside of her.
I tried one more time to fight the heavy blanket that was overtaking me, and then I was out.
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