Twilight 23. THE ANGEL

23. THE ANGEL As I floated, I envisioned. Where I glided, under the dull water, I heard the most joyful sound my brain could evoke †as wonderful, as inspiring, as it was frightful. It was another growl; a more profound, more stunning thunder that rang with wrath. I was brought back, nearly to the surface, by a sharp torment slicing my upraised hand, yet I was unable to discover my way back far enough to open my eyes. And afterward I realized I was dead. Since, through the overwhelming water, I heard the sound of a holy messenger calling my name, calling me to the main paradise I needed. â€Å"Oh no, Bella, no!† the blessed messenger's voice cried with dismay. Behind that ached for sound was another clamor †a terrible tumult that my psyche avoided. An awful bass snarling, a stunning snapping sound, and a high keening, out of nowhere breaking off†¦ I attempted to focus on the holy messenger's voice. â€Å"Bella, it would be ideal if you Bella, hear me out, it would be ideal if you if you don't mind Bella, please!† he asked. Truly, I needed to state. Anything. Yet, I was unable to discover my lips. â€Å"Carlisle!† the heavenly attendant called, desolation in his ideal voice. â€Å"Bella, Bella, no, goodness if it's not too much trouble no, no!† And the blessed messenger was crying tearless, broken cries. The heavenly attendant shouldn't sob, it wasn't right. I attempted to discover him, to disclose to him everything was fine, yet the water was so profound, it was proceeding me, and I was unable to relax. There was a state of weight against my head. It hurt. At that point, as that torment got through the haziness to me, different agonies came, more grounded torments. I shouted out, panting, getting through the dim pool. â€Å"Bella!† the blessed messenger cried. â€Å"She's lost some blood, however the head wound isn't deep,† a quiet voice educated me. â€Å"Watch out for her leg, it's broken.† A yell of fierceness choked on the heavenly attendant's lips. I felt a sharp wound in my side. This couldn't be paradise, right? There was an excess of agony for that. â€Å"Some ribs, as well, I think,† the precise voice proceeded. Yet, the sharp torments were blurring. There was another agony, a burning torment in my grasp that was dominating everything else. Somebody was consuming me. â€Å"Edward.† I attempted to let him know, however my voice was so overwhelming and moderate. I was unable to get myself. â€Å"Bella, you will be fine. Would you be able to hear me, Bella? I love you.† â€Å"Edward,† I attempted once more. My voice was a little more clear. â€Å"Yes, I'm here.† â€Å"It hurts,† I whimpered. â€Å"I know, Bella, I know† †and afterward, away from me, anguished †â€Å"can't you do anything?† â€Å"My sack, please†¦ Hold your breath, Alice, it will help,† Carlisle guaranteed. â€Å"Alice?† I moaned. â€Å"She's here, she realized where to discover you.† â€Å"My hand hurts,† I attempted to let him know. â€Å"I know, Bella. Carlisle will give you something, it will stop.† â€Å"My hand is burning!† I shouted, at long last getting through the remainder of the murkiness, my eyes rippling open. I was unable to see his face, something dim and warm was obfuscating my eyes. For what reason would they be able to see the fire and put it out? His voice was terrified. â€Å"Bella?† â€Å"The fire! Somebody stop the fire!† I shouted as it consumed me. â€Å"Carlisle! Her hand!† â€Å"He bit her.† Carlisle's voice was not, at this point quiet, it was horrified. I heard Edward rest with sickening apprehension. â€Å"Edward, you need to do it.† It was Alice's voice, near to my head. Cool fingers brushed at the wetness in my eyes. â€Å"No!† he howled. â€Å"Alice,† I groaned. â€Å"There might be a chance,† Carlisle said. â€Å"What?† Edward asked. â€Å"See on the off chance that you can suck the venom pull out. The injury is decently clean.† As Carlisle spoke, I could feel more weight on my head, something jabbing and pulling at my scalp. Its agony was lost in the torment of the fire. â€Å"Will that work?† Alice's voice was stressed. â€Å"I don't know,† Carlisle said. â€Å"But we need to hurry.† â€Å"Carlisle, I†¦Ã¢â‚¬  Edward dithered. â€Å"I don't have a clue whether I can do that.† There was distress in his excellent voice once more. â€Å"It's your choice, Edward, in any case. I can't support you. I need to get this draining halted here in case you will be taking blood from her hand.† I squirmed in the hold of the blazing torment, the development making the agony in my leg flare sickeningly. â€Å"Edward!† I shouted. I understood my eyes were shut once more. I opened them, edgy to discover his face. What's more, I discovered him. At long last, I could see his ideal face, gazing at me, turned into a veil of hesitation and torment. â€Å"Alice, make me something to support her leg!† Carlisle was twisted around me, taking a shot at my head. â€Å"Edward, you should do it now, or it will be too late.† Edward's face was drawn. I watched his eyes as the uncertainty was out of nowhere supplanted with a blasting assurance. His jaw fixed. I felt his cool, solid fingers on my consuming hand, securing it. At that point his head twisted around it, and his cool lips squeezed against my skin. From the start the agony was more terrible. I shouted and whipped against the cool hands that kept me down. I heard Alice's voice, attempting to quiet me. Something overwhelming held my leg to the floor, and Carlisle had my head secured in the tight clamp of his stone arms. At that point, gradually, my squirming quieted as my hand developed increasingly numb. The fire was dulling, centering into an ever-littler point. I felt my awareness slipping as the torment died down. I was hesitant to fall into the dark waters once more, apprehensive I would lose him in the murkiness. â€Å"Edward,† I attempted to state, yet I was unable to hear my voice. They could hear me. â€Å"He's privilege here, Bella.† â€Å"Stay, Edward, remain with me†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"I will.† His voice was stressed, however by one way or another triumphant. I murmured cheerily. The fire was gone, different torments dulled by a sluggishness leaking through my body. â€Å"Is it all out?† Carlisle asked from some place far away. â€Å"Her blood tastes clean,† Edward said discreetly. â€Å"I can taste the morphine.† â€Å"Bella?† Carlisle called to me. I attempted to reply. â€Å"Mmmmm?† â€Å"Is the fire gone?† â€Å"Yes,† I murmured. â€Å"Thank you, Edward.† â€Å"I love you,† he replied. â€Å"I know,† I inhaled, so worn out. I heard my preferred sound on the planet: Edward's calm chuckle, frail with alleviation. â€Å"Bella?† Carlisle asked once more. I grimaced; I needed to rest. â€Å"What?† â€Å"Where is your mother?† â€Å"In Florida,† I moaned. â€Å"He deceived me, Edward. He viewed our videos.† The shock in my voice was miserably fragile. Yet, that reminded me. â€Å"Alice.† I attempted to open my eyes. â€Å"Alice, the video †he knew you, Alice, he knew where you came from.† I intended to talk critically, however my voice was weak. â€Å"I smell gasoline,† I included, astonished through the dimness in my cerebrum. â€Å"It's a great opportunity to move her,† Carlisle said. â€Å"No, I need to sleep,† I grumbled. â€Å"You can rest, darling, I'll convey you,† Edward calmed me. What's more, I was in his arms, supported against his chest †drifting, all the torment gone. â€Å"Sleep now, Bella† were the final words I heard.