Yes, I know, this is a sucky, short chapter. It's filler, okay? And yes, I know, you hate me for promising to update and then waiting two months. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Life just kinda got in the way, ya know? Oh well, don't own it, and here we go…

I knew words were pouring out of Carlisle's mouth. I could see his pained, sympathetic expression, could smell the sadness in his words—but I couldn't register it.

Goodbye? I didn't understand. I wouldn't understand.

I saw her beneath me; saw the chocolate locks falling out of the elegant style Alice had twisted it into her hair mere hours ago. I could see the mascara smudges under her eyes, black streaks of the tears she had made because of me, terror of me. The blush in her cheeks was fading, the depth in her eyes going flat. I could feel the slight tremors in the air as her muscles went rigid with death. And last of all…I could see the crescent shaped wounds in that snowy flesh, shining out like fire on clouds.

Goodbye.

Though it didn't seem possible, I found myself thinking that this might be a good thing, that it might be God's way of showing us that Bella belonged to him—and that I should have been glad that he was taking her from us before we ruined her.

Goodbye…

I was stirred out of my thoughts as a small, trembling voice reached my ears. "Help me, Edward, help me—save me. I love you. I love you Edward. I…." She was interrupted as blood started to pour out of her mouth and the coughs escaping from her lips seemed gurgled, like she was drowning in her own blood—what was left, anyways.

All of a sudden, a haze lifted from my eyes that I hadn't realized was there. What had I been thinking? Be thankful? No.

"Bella, stay with me, stay awake. I love you. I love you, you have to stay awake." I shouted. Even though Carlisle said it would be futile, I was pouring venom into her, gagging it up with the sobs escaping me.

"Help! Don't just stand there, do something!" I screamed.

"Edward, the only way to save her is to do a full-body blood transfusion. Bella is an extremely rare blood type Edward, you know this; you know how hard we had to fight for the transfusions in Phoenix. The only person around who has the same is Charlie."

I looked up at him. "Full? As in not a speck of blood left?" I managed to spat out. He nodded.

No, how did this happen? Minutes ago I had been putting a ring on her finger, swearing to keep her and treasure her forever—and now I had to decide to let Bella die, or kill her father.

I looked up, and he seemed to be stuttering, Doctor Carlisle Cullen who had never hesitated in his life, was stuttering. "Edward, have you decided?"