At 30 000 Feet: Part VI
At 30 000 Feet
Part VI
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: Back to Carlisle’s POV for this one. I think Edward just had to have his say, and I suck at writing him. Enjoy!
“It’s alright, Edward,” I assured him. Although, I knew that I couldn’t continue with the procedure now. “I didn’t go that deep.” Edward’s hand relaxed and I pulled the needle from Bella’s back, putting pressure on the puncture site just as a precaution.
I looked up as he moved away and began to pace, ignoring the constant motion of the airplane. “What are going to do now Carlisle?”
I had two choices for treatment, the amoxicillin or the vancomycin. There were other assorted antibiotics amongst the pill bottles, but the amoxicillin was the only one with enough in it. “The amoxicillin is our best bet,” I told Edward.
“She’s unconscious,” he said, “how are you going to give it her?”
My gaze rested on Bella, Edward was right; we couldn’t give them to her. I thought, my mind running through several different ways of getting those pills into a liquid form. However, none of which were possible on an airplane with limited medical supplies.
“The vancomycin?” Edward asked.
“Let’s hope there’s enough to keep the infection at bay until we land,” I said as I reached for the vial and, using one the needles, injected it into Bella’s arm.
~*~
About half an hour later, Edward lifted his head from Bella’s shoulder and informed me that the flight attendant, Ashley, was getting anxious because she hadn’t heard anything from me. “You should talk to her Carlisle,” Edward said, “before she decides to come and check herself.”
I sighed, and stood. “Check Bella’s temperature for me, I need to know if the vancomycin is having any effect on the infection.” Edward nodded and reached for the thermometer.
Pretending to get a couple of towels from the back, I moved the curtain aside and headed towards the back of the plane, hoping that Ashley would follow. She did.
“Um, Dr. Cullen?” she asked timidly.
Grabbing a towel, I turned, “yes?”
“How’s the girl doing?”
“I was able to give Bella some antibiotics, I’m hoping that those are enough to last until we land,” I explained.
“So, she’s going to be-”
“Carlisle!” Edward’s anxious voice, although unheard to everyone else, was quite clear to me.
“Yes,” I said to Ashley, assuring her as best I could. “Excuse me.” I ran as fast as was considered human back to first class.
“What is it, Edward?” I asked my own panic flowing through me.
“Listen,” he replied, “her heart.”
The beats of Bella’s heart became quicker, although quieter with every passing second. I counted them when the pace finally levelled out: 122 bpm. “What was her temperature?” I asked, watching as Bella’s breathing rate increased as well.
“104,” Edward said.
I froze as an overwhelming sense of grief hit me. There was nothing I could do. Bella was slowly going into septic shock, her organs would fail, and soon she would die.
A/N: I intended for this part to be long, but I just love how this is turning out. So I’m going to leave this one here. Oh, and before anyone asks: bpm = beats per minute. Septic shock is caused by sepsis, also known as blood poisoning. And can cause multiple organ failure and death. Sepsis is caused by an infection.
Part VI
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: Back to Carlisle’s POV for this one. I think Edward just had to have his say, and I suck at writing him. Enjoy!
“It’s alright, Edward,” I assured him. Although, I knew that I couldn’t continue with the procedure now. “I didn’t go that deep.” Edward’s hand relaxed and I pulled the needle from Bella’s back, putting pressure on the puncture site just as a precaution.
I looked up as he moved away and began to pace, ignoring the constant motion of the airplane. “What are going to do now Carlisle?”
I had two choices for treatment, the amoxicillin or the vancomycin. There were other assorted antibiotics amongst the pill bottles, but the amoxicillin was the only one with enough in it. “The amoxicillin is our best bet,” I told Edward.
“She’s unconscious,” he said, “how are you going to give it her?”
My gaze rested on Bella, Edward was right; we couldn’t give them to her. I thought, my mind running through several different ways of getting those pills into a liquid form. However, none of which were possible on an airplane with limited medical supplies.
“The vancomycin?” Edward asked.
“Let’s hope there’s enough to keep the infection at bay until we land,” I said as I reached for the vial and, using one the needles, injected it into Bella’s arm.
~*~
About half an hour later, Edward lifted his head from Bella’s shoulder and informed me that the flight attendant, Ashley, was getting anxious because she hadn’t heard anything from me. “You should talk to her Carlisle,” Edward said, “before she decides to come and check herself.”
I sighed, and stood. “Check Bella’s temperature for me, I need to know if the vancomycin is having any effect on the infection.” Edward nodded and reached for the thermometer.
Pretending to get a couple of towels from the back, I moved the curtain aside and headed towards the back of the plane, hoping that Ashley would follow. She did.
“Um, Dr. Cullen?” she asked timidly.
Grabbing a towel, I turned, “yes?”
“How’s the girl doing?”
“I was able to give Bella some antibiotics, I’m hoping that those are enough to last until we land,” I explained.
“So, she’s going to be-”
“Carlisle!” Edward’s anxious voice, although unheard to everyone else, was quite clear to me.
“Yes,” I said to Ashley, assuring her as best I could. “Excuse me.” I ran as fast as was considered human back to first class.
“What is it, Edward?” I asked my own panic flowing through me.
“Listen,” he replied, “her heart.”
The beats of Bella’s heart became quicker, although quieter with every passing second. I counted them when the pace finally levelled out: 122 bpm. “What was her temperature?” I asked, watching as Bella’s breathing rate increased as well.
“104,” Edward said.
I froze as an overwhelming sense of grief hit me. There was nothing I could do. Bella was slowly going into septic shock, her organs would fail, and soon she would die.
A/N: I intended for this part to be long, but I just love how this is turning out. So I’m going to leave this one here. Oh, and before anyone asks: bpm = beats per minute. Septic shock is caused by sepsis, also known as blood poisoning. And can cause multiple organ failure and death. Sepsis is caused by an infection.