𝔼nemies 𝕆f 𝔽orever

πέντε||five

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If someone had told Carlisle that this was how he was going to meet his mate for the first time– he would've been more prepared. As a doctor he's known to be very calm and attentive when it comes to emergency situations, and he's always prided himself in that fact. He was the best doctor in Forks, Washington, and he could do some of the most complicated procedures ten times faster than anyone in that hospital. But when he figures out who's in the ambulance– rushing into his O.R.– he's anything but calm.

Melody Swan's life is now in his hands. And he's never been more worried and unprepared in the entirety of his lifetime. Because for the first time in centuries, he's not sure if the choices he's making are the right ones.

With Edward, he was sure. With Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett, he was so absolutely sure of himself that not even the metaphorical 'devil on his shoulder' could change his mind. He knew when the time came, he'd choose the selfless option and let her go. So Carlisle hopes to whatever God there is that maybe–just maybe–he can save her life. If he can't, that's the only option he has left– Immortality.

• • •

There's too much blood.

He's panicking now. Time is running out, and his mate is losing too much blood. With unwavering and steady hands– he continues to fix and patch up everything he can.

There's too damage.

The nurse across from him hands him the proper tools, and with frantic hands the doctor begins to suture. Carlisle stops breathing now, the blood becoming too much–even for him.

There's too much.

Time seems to fly by, and nobody cares to see how long they've been at it. Because their main concern, their only concern is to save the young girl in front of them. Nothing else matters.

The already erratically beeping heart machine speeds up, and it becomes an insistent reminder that she's dying. Covered in blood, pale, and almost lifeless. The young teen looks absolutely dreary.

There's not enough time!

The machine stops beeping, and time begins to slow. The world around Carlisle seems to stop, almost painfully, and he hesitates. The pause is just long enough to look at the brunettes face, to memorize every perfect part of it– Because he isn't even sure if he'll get the chance to do it again. And then he's moving once more, ready to keep doing everything he can.

"Clear." A nurse shouts. The paddles are held to the patient's chest, and they wait. It's only a few seconds, but there's still no change.

"Clear." Another shock, and another pause. The flatline seems to be laughing at them, taunting them for stopping.

"Clear." Yet still nothing. Everyone stands quiet, wide eyed and sorrowful.

"Again." Carlisle states. His voice is full of a determining kind of desperation. The nurses look at him in concern. This isn't like him–they know–but still make no move to continue.

"Again!" He shouts– throwing whatever patience remaining out the window. Carlisle keeps doing compressions, refusing to stop until he's sure she's gone. And this seems to motivate the others, as everyone else finally starts moving again.