I journaled until my eyes felt like sand paper and my head
was throbbing from exhaustion. It wasn’t until Ellie took the journal from my
hand and pushed me onto the couch with a pillow, a tiny blanket and an eye mask
that I stopped. I slept hard until Carlisle shook me awake. It was dim in the
waiting room, the sun just peaking over the horizon.
“Bella?” I asked, my voice scratchy and sore.
“The doctors are here. They want to speak to you and Rose,”
Carlisle said.
“And my mom?”
“She’s speaking with Dr. Benson and Dr. Banner. They came up
here after I called them. Agent Dean sent the helicopter for them,” Carlisle
explained. “Your mom is being observed under their care. But, talk to the
doctors about Bella.”
“Will you come?” I asked, gripping his arm. “If she’s …”
“She’s not,” Carlisle whispered, hugging me. “But, I’ll go
with you, son. Come on.”
I stiffly got up, following him into a small conference room
off the waiting area. Rose was in there, looking disheveled and exhausted. I
sat down next to her. She took my hand, threading our fingers together. Ellie
was also in the room, speaking quietly on the phone. Turning, she said, “The
doctor is on her way.”
“Thank you,” Rose said.
Ellie left the room, leaving the door open. Slipping inside,
the small doctor who had spoken to me in the hallway sat down. She looked
weary. “My name is Dr. Monroe and I was one of the doctors working on
Isabella.”
“Bella,” I piped in. “She prefers to be called Bella.”
“Bella,” Dr. Monroe repeated. “Right. Bella is out of
surgery and in recovery. She’s in a medically induced coma at this point. The
bullet caused severe trauma to her lung, ribs and ended up just to the right of
her spinal column.”
“You mentioned something about her heart,” I said,
tightening my hand around Rose’s.
“Her heart is fine. Strong,” Dr. Monroe said, smiling. “With
the x-rays and CT scans, the location was suspect, but thankfully, it didn’t
cause any damage to her heart or pericardium. We will monitor that, but she’s
in the clear for that.”
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