Numb - Embry Call

2.9 ◇▪Unknown

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars
by Snow Patrol
(P.s. I legit cried rewatching the Grey's Anatomy version of that song)

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I wash dad's face gently, being careful of the tube helping him breathe and all the machines around him. 5 days, no change. I hum as I dab his face dry. "Fresh and clean daddy." I whisper before I kiss his forehead and sniff.

I hear the door open behind me. "Aubs." Edward says softly.

I don't look away from dad. "What do you hear? Please tell me you hear something." I beg in a whisper.

Edward sighs and leans on the end of the bed, his hands gripping it. "I really can't hear much... it's sort of like he's dreaming."

I look over at him. "So why isn't he waking up?" I choke on a sob.

He gently takes my hand and pulls me into his chest, away from dad. I sob into him as his fingers run through my hair; he kisses my head and whispers to me. Nothing's okay, Edward. How will it ever be okay!?

"Because he's strong. Stubborn. And he has everyone here for him, waiting. He's just resting." Edward coos.

"Stop. Just stop." I whisper and pull away, wiping under my eyes. I slowly sit down, wincing at the pain in my back; I'm not supposed to be on my feet much but standing feels better than sitting. I can't just sit and watch him... die - that's what it feels like is happening.

He sighs and goes to speak when the door slowly opens; I pale considerably when I see who's stood there. Her copper hair falls in loose curls over her shoulders, a tight black dress around her pristine figure. Manicured nails, expensive heels, cell phone clasped in hand. It's my mother.

She looks at me. "Oh my gosh." She whispers with a sniff; clearly seeing me set off her crying again. She has no right to cry over dad, why is she even here!? "Look at you, Bree."

"Get out." I growl as I push myself to stand, resting my cast across my stomach. "Why are you here!?"

"I'm here to help." She says, hurt by my response. Her eyes move towards dad and she bites her lip tearing all over again.

I step in her line of vision. "No. You don't get to waltz in nearly 14 years after you left and love him again. You made your choice." I snarl.

Edward rests a hand on my shoulder. "C'mon now, Aubree, let her speak."

"Shut your mouth, Cullen." I snap shrugging his hands off. "She doesn't deserve to speak or explain herself. Why are you here!"

"I'm your dad's emergency contact, Aubree. He's still my husband-"

"Ex husband." I clarify.

"I never wanted the divorce-"

I cut her off again. "You fucking liar. What, leaving was just for a decade or so then you'd come back, pick up parenthood and marriage when the worst and most precious time is done? You never did have a heart, Amelia."

Her eyes flash full of hurt. "Don't call me that, I'm still your mom, I still birthed you."

"Simply an egg donor." I retort.