COMPASSION |•| CARLISLE CULLEN

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

《 Chapter three 》

. EMERGENCY MEETING

Sage and his mother rushed into the hospital, late at night and grief stricken.

Annabel had received the call that her husband was dead an hour ago, and she had urged her children to hurry out of bed and into their clothes.

Piper was dropped of at her grandmothers, while Sage insisted that he come with his mother to Phoenix's main hospital.

They both stepped into the bustling corridors and headed down to the morgues, stumbling and clutching each other for support.

Ryan Harlow was dead, without reason. He was dead and left everything to his family, to his wife, son and daughter that would wallow in grief but move on as all families learned to.

Once the pair reached the room, a doctor stopped Annabel to sign papers, taking her into the curtained off room to see her late husband once more and decide his fate.

Sage attempted to follow after them, but his mother pushed him back with teary eyes. She didn't want her son to be scarred with the last memory being him dead.

So she went in, and Sage could hear her cries from across the curtain and not being able to comfort her. Instead he was forced to wait, sit on a hard plastic chair while she said her teary goodbyes.

She finally stepped out after a long forever, walking with the doctor to fill out more papers. Sage stayed, staring at the slightly  ajar curtain where he saw a pale hand sticking out from a white mesh blanket.

And despite his mothers warning he stepped in, tugging the curtain aside and stepping into the area his father was placed in.

His fathers body was pale, white as snow and limp. He walked closer despite his fear, pulling back the white blanket and flinching as he took in his fathers dead body.

His eyes were still wide open, jade eyes so similar to Sages, unlike his mother and sisters hazel, open in a gaze of shock and fear.

You could wipe the expression off a face, but the eyes remained human, alive. And Sage cried. He cried for the pain his father felt, for the fear he was made to feel in the moments of his death.

His sobs where caught in his throat when his gaze strayed and lingered on the bites on his fathers neck — three very human bites that shouldn't be there, that shouldn't be slowly healing and turning into silver scars.

No the sadness turned to fear as his fathers skin cleared of his freckles, and his jade eyes seemed to bleed. Red overlapping the colours and turning the iris crimson.

And then he moved.

He blinked, his eyes no longer unseeing and cold — his body once again working with his brain and suddenly he was sitting up and turning to Sage like a demon.

Sage couldn't even scream, couldn't call for his mothers help because his words were clogged in his throat and he staring into the red eyes of the very thing his father warned him about.