I know it's been sad to see Bella without Edward. Well, I have to say, she's not the only one who's had problems. Let take a quick peek to see how Edward is doing, shall we.
“They’re gone, Edward!” he said, recovering quickly and getting back on his feet to stand in front of me. “You were all sick…dying. I couldn’t save them. But you… I made a promise.” He was pacing a few steps back and forth in the hallway now.
Murky images flashed through my mind; my father coughing up blood, my mother touching a cloth to my head, men in white coats and masks wheeling a bed out of a hospital room. More images floated through my mind of this man talking to me next to my father’s bed, hugging me in a bathroom, moving between me and my mother faster than humanly possible, standing over me as he pushed my own bed out of the hospital room and him easily lifting me over his shoulder and running out a door.
“Dr. Cullen?” I asked, recognizing his face.
“Thank goodness, he remembers.” His voice was so quiet I almost missed it.
“Yes, Edward. My name is Carlisle and I was your doctor. Well…I looked after your whole family before...” He paused.
“You said we were all sick,” I whispered, “and dying?”
“Yes, Edward.”
I was sitting on the bed, not knowing how I got there, with Dr. Cullen sitting next to me.
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