“Bella, please!” I sobbed, pressing my hands harder on her
chest, trying to stop the bleeding. Chief Black ran in with Emmett, holding a
med kit. “She just passed out. We have to save her!” Her pale skin was turning
a sickly grey. She was losing too much blood.
“Son, you need to step back,” Chief Black said softly.
“We’ll take care of your girl.” He slid his hand under my hand and kept the
pressure on it while Emmett cut open Bella’s shirt. I fell back, leaning
against the cot my mom was resting on, tears running down my cheeks as my
reason for living lay bleeding out on the floor of this God-forsaken cabin.
“My sweet boy, don’t cry,” Mom whispered, her fingers
running through my hair. “She is an angel and will be alright.”
“How do you know?” I asked, turning to look at her. “Mom,
she saved me. Saved us.”
“That’s why she’ll be okay,” Mom said, cupping my cheek. Her
eyes were bright and clear; just like I’d remembered as a child before my
father’s death. “It’s always darkest before dawn, my sweet child. I’m sorry
that I was gone for so long.”
“Mom?” I questioned, blinking at her. She looked like the
woman that I remembered growing up. She smiled crookedly, reaching for me and
enveloping me into an awkward hug. I clung to her, apologizing for my
stupidity. She didn’t say anything, just held me as I lost it all.
“Edward, we’ve got to go,” Carlisle said. I turned and looked up at him. Behind him, Sam and Agent Dean were standing with a gurney chair for my mom. “Bella needs immediate surgery. We’re driving back to the station and then taking the helicopter to Port Angeles.”
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