“You will do nothing?” he said in monotone.

“I will do everything in my power” At this Elizabeth looked up and stared at me with an unfathomable expression. The she vomited into the bucket beside her, and I turned back to Edward giving her her privacy.

The next day, was the day I knew she wouldn’t make it. The final stage of the disease had taken over her. She was sweating and vomiting continuously, and would break out in spasms regularly. Edward was frantic, to say the least, and instead of seeing other patients I stayed in their room all night. Surprisingly, Elizabeth noticed this in her chaotic state.

“You are not tired Carlisle?” she asked in between coughs. I was so surprised I just shook my head and smiled, and tried to look a little tired. She narrowed her eyes, but had to vomit into the bucket again and after that let it go.

Edward was worrying himself into the final stages too, as much as I tried to calm him. This only worried Elizabeth more, which sickened her, and in turn, worried Edward. It was a stressful cycle, of which I could do nothing but run grabbing medicine, make up new possible cures, and give water endlessly.

“Edward. Your mother might not make it.” I said brokenly at around twilight of that day. “but you, you have to keep strong for her, if you worry yourself sick anymore, it will only worsen your mother” I said as calmly as possible, using my centuries of practice.

“You are so calm, Carlisle” he said through his teeth. “If only I had that control” he glared at the gray wall of the room.

“It takes practice” I smiled a little but then went grim as I heard a stutter in Elizabeth’s heartbeat. This week being with her had made her a close friend, it was unbelievable. I had been myself around her, hadn’t hidden, and she had either not noticed or accepted it. We had talked about so many things. I had told her a few days ago all about Esme, as much as I could tell. She had understood, she told me of her husband had died in war and how that started Edward on his mission to war. Losing a friend was not something I was sure my heart would tolerate. I went to her side to comfort. To uselessly comfort as all I could do. After centuries of study, of practice in the medicine field, I was reduced to comforting this small strangely significant human.