Fic - At 30 000 Feet: Part II
At 30 000 Feet
Part II
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Edward/Bella/Carlisle
Category: Drama/Angst
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Because at 30 000 feet, when the one you love is dying, you’d do anything to save her, right?
A/N: Shorter than the first I know, but here’s the second part, told from Carlisle’s POV. Enjoy! More to come soon.
“Carlisle.” Edward’s anxious voice was barely auditable, even through he sat right next to me. I turned, and rose from my seat as I noticed right away what had alarmed him. “She wasn’t like this before, was she?”
I reached out and pulled the blanket down from Bella’s shoulders, she didn’t wake. “No, there was no rash. I would’ve noticed.” I brushed the opening on her blouse aside to see if the rash extended beyond her face, neck, and arms. It did. My hand then went to her forehead; her skin was warmer than ever.
She was sick. Really sick, and if I couldn’t get her fever down, then I was afraid she wouldn’t survive the flight.
“Edward, I need a thermometer, there isn’t one in the first aid kit. Can you go and ask the flight attendants? I don’t care what you tell them, just get me one. I need to get her fever down.” I knew my gaze was as desperate as my words had been when I met his. Edward’s tortured golden eyes rested on Bella; I could tell he was in pain because she was in pain. I covered his hand with my own. “You know I will do everything possible for her. I love her just as much as you do.”
Edward inhaled deeply and then turned, heading to the back of the plane. I reached for the lever on Bella’s seat and pulled it, moving it to a horizontal position. “Bella?” I asked as I pulled the blanket off her. “Bella, it’s Carlisle, I need you to wake up for me.”
Bella didn’t stir and if my heart was beating, it surely would’ve doubled in it’s pace. I could already hear the sudden chatter of the other first class passengers; ‘is something wrong with that girl?’, ‘look how red her face is...’, ‘is that a rash? I wonder how sick she really is...’
Taking a breath, I pushed those voices from my head; the last thing anyone needed on this flight was panic.
“This was all they had,” Edward appeared at my side, and handed me a small thermometer that looked like one that had been used to measure outside air temperature. “The passengers are starting to get anxious.”
“They’re not the only ones,” I muttered, although I knew I didn’t need to. Edward could feel my concern as much as I could feel his.
“You didn’t wake her?” Edward asked.
“Her temp is too high, if it’s as high as I expect, she won’t wake.” I didn’t need to say the word; Edward knew all too well what I meant. It took only a few seconds for me to get an idea of just how high her temperature really was.
My breathing became ragged when I read it to be at least 105. “Carlisle...”
I shook my head before my emotions could get the better of me. It would not help Bella if I let my love for her cloud my medical judgement. “Edward, go talk to the flight attendants; find out if it’s too late to turn around. Tell them we have a medical emergency, Bella needs to get off this flight and to a hospital.”
Part II
Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing/s: Edward/Bella/Carlisle
Category: Drama/Angst
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Because at 30 000 feet, when the one you love is dying, you’d do anything to save her, right?
A/N: Shorter than the first I know, but here’s the second part, told from Carlisle’s POV. Enjoy! More to come soon.
“Carlisle.” Edward’s anxious voice was barely auditable, even through he sat right next to me. I turned, and rose from my seat as I noticed right away what had alarmed him. “She wasn’t like this before, was she?”
I reached out and pulled the blanket down from Bella’s shoulders, she didn’t wake. “No, there was no rash. I would’ve noticed.” I brushed the opening on her blouse aside to see if the rash extended beyond her face, neck, and arms. It did. My hand then went to her forehead; her skin was warmer than ever.
She was sick. Really sick, and if I couldn’t get her fever down, then I was afraid she wouldn’t survive the flight.
“Edward, I need a thermometer, there isn’t one in the first aid kit. Can you go and ask the flight attendants? I don’t care what you tell them, just get me one. I need to get her fever down.” I knew my gaze was as desperate as my words had been when I met his. Edward’s tortured golden eyes rested on Bella; I could tell he was in pain because she was in pain. I covered his hand with my own. “You know I will do everything possible for her. I love her just as much as you do.”
Edward inhaled deeply and then turned, heading to the back of the plane. I reached for the lever on Bella’s seat and pulled it, moving it to a horizontal position. “Bella?” I asked as I pulled the blanket off her. “Bella, it’s Carlisle, I need you to wake up for me.”
Bella didn’t stir and if my heart was beating, it surely would’ve doubled in it’s pace. I could already hear the sudden chatter of the other first class passengers; ‘is something wrong with that girl?’, ‘look how red her face is...’, ‘is that a rash? I wonder how sick she really is...’
Taking a breath, I pushed those voices from my head; the last thing anyone needed on this flight was panic.
“This was all they had,” Edward appeared at my side, and handed me a small thermometer that looked like one that had been used to measure outside air temperature. “The passengers are starting to get anxious.”
“They’re not the only ones,” I muttered, although I knew I didn’t need to. Edward could feel my concern as much as I could feel his.
“You didn’t wake her?” Edward asked.
“Her temp is too high, if it’s as high as I expect, she won’t wake.” I didn’t need to say the word; Edward knew all too well what I meant. It took only a few seconds for me to get an idea of just how high her temperature really was.
My breathing became ragged when I read it to be at least 105. “Carlisle...”
I shook my head before my emotions could get the better of me. It would not help Bella if I let my love for her cloud my medical judgement. “Edward, go talk to the flight attendants; find out if it’s too late to turn around. Tell them we have a medical emergency, Bella needs to get off this flight and to a hospital.”