â ï¸TW: Detailed description of surgical procedures and gore.â ï¸
Everything was happening so fast that it made my head spin. I was rushed upstairs into Carlisle's makeshift hospital room. I was loopy as I was moved. I couldn't think straight. Nothing seemed to register in my head.
My first real contraction made me see stars. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. I heard my own scream, but I hadn't meant to make a sound.
I tried to focus on the people in the room with me, but I couldn't focus on anything as the ceiling spun. Their voices were muffled in my ears. I couldn't understand a word they were saying. Jasper was desperately trying to get me to understand something, but I just couldn't.
Carlisle stuck me in the side with a needle. I hardly noticed it. My body slowly became numb as a time I couldn't comprehend passed. My eyelids grew heavy as I watched in horror as he plunged a scalpel into my stomach. He tried to conceal the blood as it poured from the wound, but it was to no avail. Jasper was clearly struggling, but he didn't leave my side.
My baby, my little butterfly, was still inside me. I could feel her moving. I could feel her beg for an escape. She wanted to live. She wanted to be part of our lives. I knew she would.
My torso was soon stained red as Carlisle desperately worked. It hurt. Jasper turned my head towards his face. My ears rang as he shouted something at me. I could feel his fear, but couldn't do anything to comfort him. My eyelids were so heavy. It hurt. I fought to stay awake, but I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to take this.
Carlisle pulled a bloody placenta from the opening. It made me sick to watch and by God it hurt. My eyes blurred further as they argued over something. I could just barely make out that Jasper had bent down and... bit the placenta. Maybe I had gone insane.
I closed my eyes for a moment, just wanting the pain to end. I just wanted a break from the exhaustion. It was a mistake.
Something warm was set on my chest and that was it. My mind could barely acknowledge it. I passed out. I lost consciousness completely. I couldn't fight anymore.
The next thing I knew I was on fire.
The burn started mildly, but quickly grew to be unbearable. I screamed out in my mind. The burn traveled through my veins. It felt like I had been injected with lava. I screamed in my mind, but could get no release.
I was trapped in my mind and my body was on fire.
It didn't stop for what felt like an eternity. The pain seemed to increase tenfold as the seconds ticked by, which I didn't know was possible. I had never experienced pain like this. It was torture.
The fire ate away at my skin, then my tissues, my muscles, my organs, and my bones. The pain ran deep.
I begged God, anyone, to save me or to put me out of my misery.
I longed for my child.
I longed for my lover.
I grieved them, knowing I had likely died. This was my eternal hell. It must be because that was the only explanation for such cruelty. I would never see the ones I loved again and I would be endlessly tortured. I would go through so much pain that I wouldn't be able to think about them. I wouldn't be able to form a single memory.
By some miracle, it seemed the pain began to dwindle. I thought I had imagined it at first, but then it began to disappear faster. I became aware of my body again. I felt as my fingers stopped burning. They felt cold. The feeling traveled up my arms and down my body. The relief was instant.
I felt stronger than I did before. There was no pain. Nothing was sore. My mind was clear. It was quiet and calm.
I became more and more aware of my body. I was hyper focused on each individual part simultaneously. I could feel the fabric under me. I could feel the thin, rough wires under my fingertips. I could feel my eyelids flinch at the air as it passed me.
I experimentally fluttered my eyelids open. I was blinded by a bright light. I slammed my eyes shut and tried again, much slower this time.
I squinted at the ceiling light above me. I could see the interworkings of the light bulb inside the light. I could see each dust particle dance as it traveled through the air. The white ceiling was so vibrant it sort of hurt my eyes.
The next realization struck me quickly.
I had survived.
I was a vampire.