Just, Breathe (Jasper Hale) (1)

10- Beauty and The Beast

No One's POV

"James-"

"Targeting-"

"Not your fault-"

"Just, breathe."

Only the constant monotoned beep once every couple of seconds held Jasper to reality. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again in his life, but was also something that he couldn't afford to let stop. If it stopped, then he'd stop living. His meaning for life would stop. 

He never wanted her to be lying in that bed, as pale as he is, unmoving, barely living. That beeping was keeping his existence threaded to this world. It was the only thing telling him she was alive. She was still here. But was she really?

"She'll wake up."

"It's been a week, Edward. She's gone. I've lost her." The brooding blond vampires eyes were the deepest shade of black imaginable. He hadn't fed in days, and the smell of blood in every crevise of the hospital was sending him on a spiral to snap, to drain every human in the sterile building, but he couldn't even muster up that much emotion to leave her side. He was a shell. An immortal shell at that. If she never woke up, if she ended up comatose for the rest of her life, then he would stay there, sat in that chair by her side for the rest of existence. Even if they wanted to, which they wouldn't as per her request, her body was too weak to survive the change from human to vampire. It would only kill her faster.

"She's in limbo. She's struggling to make a choice, to go or to stay." The younger brother paused, wincing at the thoughts in the girls head. "Her father's there with her."

"What do you mean her father's there? My Reece?" Kimberly Jennings stood at the door, face haggard and pale; the woman had never looked more her age than the past week. "No, he won't take my granddaughter too! You hear me! She's too young! Don't take her yet!"

"Mrs Jennings, he's saying goodbye." Her tear-filled eyes flittered to the gifted immortal. "She's the one who's trying to go. She wants to stay with her parents, but doesn't want to leave everyone here behind." With that comment, Edward decided it was time for him to leave, to give the grieving grandmother and boyfriend some time with the girl they both loved very much. Give them the privacy they deserved with what might be their last moments with Camila Avery Jennings.

"I know you miss your parents, Camila, but we need you here. Reece and Maria will understand. They'd want you to live. Come home, Amy, come home."

"Mila." His hands quickly enveloped her small, fragile hand, bringing it up to his lips. If she couldn't hear their words, maybe she would feel his emotions.

"Mila, I waited 57 years to find you. I had to watch you slip through my fingers twice before; please don't make it a third. You are so strong, I don't think you realise the effect you have on me. When I saw you standing in the admissions office, I wanted to run. I never wanted anything more than to run out of that building and away from you. I didn't even know your name yet I thought: 'This is it. She's the one'. And I found myself falling. Your eyes sparkle whenever you talk about something with passion, like telling me about the Major. The freckles on your shoulder that you find annoying, only, I enjoy tracing patterns with. How you crinkle your nose just before you sneeze. How you gaze at the stars and tell me stories for each one. If you don't wake up, I'll be lost. You are the map, Mila. Without you, there is no journey. I love you."

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"Do you still want to stay? After hearing all that?" Her silent screams and tears falling to the ground didn't confuse the man; they confused the young girl. Who was she to chose? Her parents? Or her family waiting for her to come back? The vampire she adored?