The Phantom Wolf

Chapter 39 (Medical Attention)

*Bree's POV*

Emmet followed Carlisle into the dining room, carrying Pearl. Carlisle's voice rang out from inside the room.

"Rosalie, I'm going to need your assistance." He said.

Rose entered the room and closed the door behind her. Leaving the rest of us in the living room. I wiped my eyes, even though there were no tears falling, it felt right to do so. I pulled away from Esme so that I could follow Rose, but Jasper stopped me.

"Let go" I mumbled, as he held onto my arm.

Jasper sighed. "Bree. Pearl needs medical attention. And other than Rosalie, none of us are particularly qualified to assist Carlisle. If any of us go in there, we could end up getting in the way. We need to let them work." He told me.

"But Emmets in there!" I tried to argue. 'Pearl is my mate! I should be in there with her!' I screamed in my head.

"Not anymore." A defeated voice sounded out, as Emmet entered the living room.

'They kicked Emmet out? ... That doesn't matter. Pearl needs me!' I tried to pull myself out of Jasper's grip, but he just pulled me back into him, and held both my arms behind my back, restraining me.

"Jasper!" I screamed at him in frustration.

"You can't go in there." Jasper reaffirmed.

"But-" I tried to argue with him, but got cut off by Emmet.

"My little sister is strong. She fights with me on a daily basis and never backs down. A few injuries caused by some stupid dogs, won't stop her... Pearl will be okay." He exclaimed, looking into my eyes.

Esme nodded. "Yes, she will." She agreed, then spoke to me in a soft voice. "Bree, if Pearl hears her imprint panicking and worrying, it will probably make her feel worse right now. She needs to feel safe. And that will best be achieved, if you can try to stay calm. She can feel your emotions through the bond after all."

'... Esme's right.' I thought looking down at the ground, venom filling my eyes again.

Esme continued, "She knows you care, and she knows that you're worried. We will all get the chance to show her our concern once she's been treated, but until then, we all need to try and remain calm. Okay?"

"Pearl needs us to be strong for her right now." Jasper added. I glanced at his face from over my shoulder and he looked quite concerned. His voice was firm, and it held confidence. 'So why does he look like that? Is he hiding something?'

My train of thought was cut off by a loud yelp, that came from the dining room.

'Pearl. Please be okay.'

*Pearl's POV*

'Ow! That hurt!' I let out another whine, that was followed by a weak whimper. Even though I was currently a vampire, communicating like a wolf felt a lot easier. 'I'm too tired to try and speak.'

"Sorry Pearl" Rosalie said, placing the bottle of disinfectant that she had just used on my shoulder, back onto the table.

Carlisle moved over to Rosalie's side and examined my injury. "Alright, it looks clean. With how deep it is, we're going to have to stitch it up." He mentioned.

'Needles! Oh no! No! No no no! Absolutely not! I don't do needles!' I tried desperately to move my body away from them, but my arms and legs just weren't co-operating. I barely moved a few inches, and yet it took so much effort to even try.

I felt cold hands being placed on my right side. They were keeping me still. Carlisle had a needle in his hand, he was hovering above my left side. I wasn't able to see much from my position, but i could see more than enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Since I couldn't move, and didn't have the energy to speak, all I could do was let out a scared whimper. And squeeze my eyes shut.