*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 24 - AN IMPASSE


The nurse was checking the paper readout on my cuore monitor.
Are te feeling anxious, honey? Your cuore rate got a little high there."
"I'm fine," I assured her.
"I'll tell your RN that you're awake. She'll be in to see te in a minute."
As soon as she closed the door, Edward was at my side.
"You ha rubato, stola a car?" I raised my eyebrows.
He smiled, unrepentant. "It was a good car, very fast."
"How was your nap?" I asked.
"Interesting." His eyes narrowed.
"What?"
He looked down while he answered. "I'm surprised. I thought Florida... and your mother... well, I thought that's what te would want."
I stared at him uncomprehendingly. "But you'd be stuck inside all giorno in Florida. You'd only be able to come out at night, just like a real vampire."
He almost smiled, but not quite. And then his face was grave. "I would stay in Forks, Bella. o somewhere like it," he explained. "Someplace where I couldn't hurt te anymore."
It didn't sink in at first. I continued to stare at him blankly as the words one da one clicked into one place in my head like a ghastly puzzle. I was barely conscious of the sound of my cuore accelerating, I was aware of the sharp aching in my protesting ribs.
He didn't say anything; he watched my face warily as the pain that had nothing to do with broken bones, pain that was infinitely worse, threatened to crush me.
And then another nurse walked purposefully into the room. Edward sat still as stone as she took in my expression with a practiced eye before turning to the monitors.
"Time for più pain meds, sweetheart?" she asked kindly, tapping the IV feed.
"No, no." I mumbled, trying to keep the agony out of my voice. "I don't need anything." I couldn't afford to close my eyes now.
"No need to be brave, honey. It's better if te don't get too stressed out; te need to rest." She waited, but I just shook my head.
"Okay," she sighed. "Hit the call button when you're ready."
She gave Edward a stern look, and threw one più anxious glance at the machinery, before leaving.
His cool hands were on my face; I stared at him with wild eyes.
"Shhh, Bella, calm down."
"Don't leave me," I begged in a broken voice.
"I won't," he promised. "Now relax before I call the nurse back to sedate you."
But my cuore couldn't slow.
"Bella." He stroked my face anxiously. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here as long as te need me."
"Do te swear te won't leave me?" I whispered. I tried to control the gasping, at least. My ribs were throbbing.
He put his hands on either side of my face and brought his face close to mine. His eyes were wide and serious. "I swear."
The smell of his breath was soothing. It seemed to ease the ache of my breathing. He continued to hold my gaze while my body slowly relaxed and the beeping returned to a normal pace. His eyes were dark, closer to black than oro today.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes," I detto cautiously.
He shook is head and muttered something unintelligible. I thought I picked out the word "overreaction."
"Why did te say that?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Are te tired of having to save me all the time? Do te want me to go away?"
"No, I don't want to be without you, Bella, of course not. Be rational. And I have no problem with saving you, either - if it weren't for the fact that I was the one putting te in danger... that I'm the reason that you're here."
"Yes, te are the reason." I frowned. "The reason I'm here - alive."
"Barely." His voice was just a whisper. "Covered in gauze and plaster and hardly able to move."
I wasn't referring to my most recente near-death experience," I said, growing irritated. "I was thinking of the others - te take your pick. If it weren't for you, i would be rotting away in the Forks cemetery."
He winced at my words, but the haunted look didn't leave his eyes.
"That's not the worst part, though," he continued to whisper. He acted as if I hadn't spoken. "Not seeing te there on the floor... crumpled and broken." His voice was choked. "Not thinking I was too late. Not even hearing te scream in pain - all those unbearable memories that I'll carry with me for the rest of eternity. No, the very worse was feeling... knwoing that I couldn't stop. Believing that I was going to kill te myself."
"But te didn't."
"I could have. So easily."
I knew I needed to stay calm... but he was trying to talk himself into leaving me, and the panic fluttered in my lungs, trying to get out.
"Promise me," I whispered.
"What?"
"You know what." I was starting to get angry now. He was so stubbornly determined to dwell on the negative.
He heard the change in my tone. His eyes tightened. "I don't seem to be strong enough to stay away from you, so I suppose that you'll get your way... whether it kills te o not," he added roughly.
"Good." He hadn't promised, though - a fact that I had not missed. The panic was only barely contained; I had no strength left to control the anger. "You told me how te stopped... now I want to know why," I demanded.
"Why?" he repeated warily.
"Why te did it. Why didn't te just let the venom spread? da now I would be just like you."
Edward's eyes seemed to turn flat black, and I rememberd that this was something he'd never intended me to know. Alice must have been preoccupied da the things she'd learned about herself... o she'd been very careful with her thoughts around him - clearly, he'd had no idea that she'd filled me in on the mechanics of vampire conversions. He was surprised, and infuriated. His nostrils flared, his mouth looked as if it was chiseled from stone.
He wasn't going to answer, that much was clear.
"I'll be the first to admit that I have no experience with relationships," I said. "But it just seems logical... a man and woman have to be somewhat equal... as in, one of them can't always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally."
He folded his arms on the side of my letto and rested his chin on his arms. His expression was smooth, and anger reined in. Evidently he'd decided he wasn't angry with me. I hoped I'd get the chance to warn Alice before he caught up with her.
"You have saved me," he detto quietly.
"I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. I want to be Superman, too."
"You don't know what you're asking." His voice was soft; he stared intently at the edge of the pillowcase.
"I think I do."
"Bella, te don't know. I've had almost ninety years to think about this, and I'm still not sure."
"Do te wish that Carlisle hadn't saved you?"
"No, I don't wish that." He paused before continuing. "But my life was over. I wasn't giving anything up."
"You are my life. You're the only thing it would hurt me to lose." I was getting better at this. It was easy to admit how much I needed him.
He was very calm, though. Decided.
"I can't do it, Bella. I won't do that to you."
"Why not?" My throat rasped and the words weren't as loud as I'd meant them to be. "Don't tell me it's too hard! After today, o I guess it was a few days ago... anyway, after that, it should be nothing."
He glared at me.
"And the pain?" he asked.
I blanched. I couldn't help it. But I tried to keep my expression from mostrare how clearly I remembered the feeling... the fuoco in my veins.
"That's my problem," I said. "I can handle it."
"It's possible to take bravery to the point where it becomes insanity."
"It's not an issue. Three days. Big deal."
Edward grimaced again as my words reminded him that I was più informed than he had intended me to be. I watched him repress the anger, watched as his eyes grew speculative.