We Three Witches (Twilight)

I'm Sorry For Your Loss

Third Person's POV

March 21st, 2003

"Code Blue! 16 female, going into cardiac arrest!"'

The paramedics rushed Bella through the emergency room, collecting doctors and nurses as they headed for the operating theatres. Carlisle hurried with them, rattling off everything they needed to know about her crumbling state. He pulled scrubs on as he walked, and no one bothered or wanted to stop him—he was their best surgeon. Bella Swan needed him if she was going to survive.

Shocked faces of the Forks residents watched, stunned as Bella's gurney was rushed past them. As the well-loved Chief of Police and his family fell to pieces when they couldn't follow her into the operating rooms. Hot on their heels were the Cullens, in a state of emotion no one had ever seen them. Esme had her arms around the youngest Swan sisters, face ashen with worry while Jasper and Emmett struggled to hold back their brother from rushing after her. Charlie Swan stood at the doors, cheeks wet with tears as he tracked his eldest daughter into the operating room, until she was out of sight.

More than one of Forks residents were moved to tears at the sight.

And then began the wait.

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At some point a nurse came to escort the grieving families to a more private waiting room adjacent to the surgery room. Rosalie and Alice, who were practically catatonic, had to be carried into the room where they were joined by Angela, the three witches who had helped Charlie at the station, and Detective Biez.

Seconds felt like hours as everyone sat down, waited and prayed. Edward sat, frozen; eyes glued to the door listening to the thoughts of everyone in that operating room, praying and hoping that his love, the mother of his unborn child, would live. Charlie sat with his head bowed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he prayed frantically for his eldest daughter's survival. Please gods let her survive. Let her live.

As the silence began to feel like an awful weight of terror, Edward chose to narrate what was happening, what he could hear.

"Clear!" The electrical pads zapped as the nurse pulled them from the machine and held them above Bella's chest, waiting for everyone to stand clear.

The sound they made against Bella's chest made Edward gag. The lifeless thump as she flopped on the surgical table made him moan and he closed his eyes as Carlisle said, "Again."

"Charging. Clear!"

Again, nothing. And then—

"She's back," the nurse declared, and everyone in the waiting room collapsed in prayers of relief. "But she's in v-tach."

"Sarina, start chest compressions," Carlisle directed. "Kat, you're on recording. Keep time and tell Anna when she can administer the adrenaline."

"Her heart is going too fast," Edward whispered, eyes trained on that wall.

Charlie's voice shook. "But they got her back?"

He nodded wordlessly.

"But why are they doing chest compressions if her heart is working again?" Alice demanded. "Won't that make it worse?"

"Her heart is beating too fast," Esme whispered, her eyes also trained on the wall, on the sound of Bella's erratic heartbeats. "They need to shock it back to a regular rhythm."

"Thirty seconds!"

Charlie pressed a shaking hand to his mouth, bowing his head. Was Bella going to make it? Was she going to—