Lips of an Angel

Chapter 8-Touch and Go

A/N

I really don't know how to make this clearer. I update on SATURDAYS ONLY. That's it. Once every single Saturday, usually in the morning, until this story has finished. Occasionally, like this week, I'll update. On a Friday night. That's it. Saturday. So when people send me messages or leave comments demanding an update, I'm afraid to say it does annoy me a bit.

Away from my ranting, I hope you enjoy this chapter. There's a bit more drama in here, though it's fair to say I've taken it down a notch since last chapter. To the user who sent me a wonderful PM, thank you. I'm in love with Jace too.

Lucy xX

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The hospital was only a few minutes away from where I'd found Edward, but it was long enough for him to go into shock. My round at medical school from twenty years ago warned me that he needed to be kept warm, so I cranked up the heating so that it was positively stifling. I was worried that Edward would lose too much blood, and go into cardiac arrest.

I pulled up outside of the hospital quickly, and shouted to the young guy on duty - some dude I believed was called Mark Newton or Newland or something, who was definitely a bit dense - to get Carlisle, and to tell him that it was urgent. Newton smirked at me, and shook his head, before speaking with a slight lisp.

"Dr. Cullen is busy."

"Fuck that," I hissed, the profanity that so rarely fell from my lips spat with venom - in the metaphorical sense. "This is urgent. This man is going to die in two minutes! Get me Carlisle!"

"Dr. Cullen is busy," Newton repeated.

"I don't care, Goddammit! Move! Now!"

At that moment, a woman who looked to be in her late forties walked out of the large, revolving glass door, and raised an eyebrow at Newton, presumably questioning what the noise was about. Newton explained the situation, shooting me a satisfied look as he did so. The woman groaned.

"Get Dr. Cullen," she said. "Now." She then turned to me as Newton waddled off, looking rather pathetic, with an apologetic look on her face. "I do apologise about that. Mike is a new employee. He doesn't know the meaning of 'busy' yet."

Mike. That was the idiot's name.

"Don't apologise to me," I said. "Apologise to him when he dies." I nodded towards my car.

We stood still for a moment as I took careful note of Edward's breathing and heart rate. The latter was worryingly slow, and then came in short, fast bursts. His breathing was also fast. He choked again for a second, and I turned to him quickly, before the blood that had gathered drained away.

"Bella! What on Earth has happened?"

Carlisle hurried over to me, and gasped when he put his head around the open door of my car.

"Heavens above, who is this? And what happened?"

"It's Edward, Edward Cullen." I lowered my voice so that the woman couldn't hear me, then continued, "James attacked him. Jasper went after him, but I've no idea what happened. I'm afraid I made a bit of a mess."

"It's fine, Bella," Carlisle said, motioning to Newton to bring out one of those trolleys. "We can clean that up later."

Carlisle turned to the various people that had begun to gather around him, and began to shout instructions which seemed to be in a foreign language to me. While I'd done a medical degree once - I'd thought it would come in handy one day - I'd never taken a medical job, and therefore had no idea what Carlisle was talking about as he waved his arms around and spoke of various places.