Never Let Me Go (Renesmee & Jacob Twilight Fanfiction) 2020

Sixty Four - Over

Her eyes immediately found and locked on Jacob, he was over the far side of the room. As she looked around, she was surprised at the sight that met her.

The darkroom was set up as a makeshift hospital. Several wolves were laid down on tables or slumped in chairs. Carlisle and Edward were treating the injured. Most of the wolves partners were huddled against the far wall, others were grouped around one particular table, along with a few of the wolves, including Jacob.

She couldn't see who was on the table, but by the grave expressions on their faces she surmised that the prognosis wasn't good. She felt her stomach sink in response. All that fear she'd been holding on to came back to the surface. She'd always seen the pack as strong and dependent, so even now she assumed whoever it was they'd be fine eventually.

Carlisle and Edward snapped their heads up towards Renesmee, Jasper and Alice. Carlisle moved away from the table and straight towards Alice.

"What did they do to you? Are you ok?" he asked seriously as he assessed her injuries. Everyone looked at Alice, their mouths hung open in shock, eyes flicking between Alice's injuries to Renesmee carrying her arms.

"I'm fine, it was 'armless," she joked in an amused voice. There were a few titters in room in response, others looked even more shocked by how calm Alice was. 

"Thank you," she said in response to their laughs, "These two were far too serious to raise a smile at my attempts earlier." Pointing towards Renesmee and Jasper. Alice then spoke a little more seriously to Carlisle,

"You will be able to fix them won't you?" Her voice showing concern for the first time since the attack. Carlisle continued to assess her injuries and limbs in Renesmee's grasp.

"It should be possible, but it will be painful and we'll need to act quickly before the wounds heal up. Jasper I'll need your help," he said and led them both over to a seat in the corner, taking Alice's arms from Renesmee in the process.

Renesmee looked over again at the table where most people were gathered, Carlisle had left a gap in his departure so she was now able to see who was lying there.

It was Quil.

She'd never seen someone look so bad, he was white as a sheet, sweat beads hung all over his body and he was shaking uncontrollably. Oh God, she thought, what the hell happened to him? Was he going to pull through?

Her Dad was suddenly at her side, like he'd been there the whole time, she looked up at him, his face was serious and somber. He knew the questions she had asked and his tone was grim when he answered.

"Quil got bitten by one of the vamps," was all he said and all he needed to say. She heard ringing in her ears. If he had been bitten that meant a certain death sentence for him. A vampire's venom could transform a normal human into a vampire, yes, effectively killing them in terms of their body and urges, but they were able to keep their minds. The same venom to a werewolf however, acted purely as a poison. So if what her Dad said was true, then Quil was dying.

It couldn't be true, could it? She looked up, her eyes met Jacob's, she wanted him to tell her that her Dad was wrong, but he confirmed in that single look, it was true. She'd been hoping with all her might it wasn't, she felt her eyes welling up and quickly sucked her tears up and steadied herself before saying desperately to Carlisle.

"You must be able to do something."

Carlisle looked at her apologetically.

"Ness, I'm so sorry, I've tried everything I can. Nothing works. There is no antidote," he said wearily, looking completely drained by the whole thing, like somehow he'd failed them. So she tried a smile back at him to acknowledge his efforts, it was very laboured and the stress lines on her forehead never softened throughout.