Twilight 23. THE ANGEL

23. THE ANGEL As I floated, I envisioned. Where I glided, under the dim water, I heard the most joyful sound my brain could evoke †as excellent, as elevating, as it was awful. It was another growl; a more profound, more stunning thunder that rang with anger. I was brought back, nearly to the surface, by a sharp torment cutting 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 heavenly attendant's voice cried with sickening dread. Behind that yearned for sound was another clamor †a terrible tumult that my psyche avoided. An awful bass snarling, a stunning snapping sound, and a high keening, unexpectedly 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 it's not too much trouble Bella, please!† he asked. Truly, I needed to state. Anything. Be that as it may, I was unable to discover my lips. â€Å"Carlisle!† the holy messenger called, anguish in his ideal voice. â€Å"Bella, Bella, no, gracious if you don't mind no, no!† And the heavenly attendant was crying tearless, broken wails. The holy messenger shouldn't sob, it wasn't right. I attempted to discover him, to reveal to him everything was fine, however the water was so profound, it was going ahead 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 dimness to me, different torments came, more grounded torments. I shouted out, panting, getting through the dim pool. â€Å"Bella!† the holy messenger cried. â€Å"She's lost some blood, yet the head wound isn't deep,† a quiet voice educated me. â€Å"Watch out for her leg, it's broken.† A wail of fierceness choked on the holy messenger's lips. I felt a sharp cut in my side. This couldn't be paradise, right? There was a lot of torment for that. â€Å"Some ribs, as well, I think,† the deliberate voice proceeded. Be that as it may, the sharp torments were blurring. There was another torment, 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 last getting through the remainder of the murkiness, my eyes vacillating open. I was unable to see his face, something dim and warm was obfuscating my eyes. For what reason wouldn't they be able to see the fire and put it out? His voice was startled. 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 regain some composure 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 in the event that you can suck the venom pull out. The injury is reasonably clean.† As Carlisle spoke, I could feel more weight on my head, something jabbing and pulling at my scalp. Its torment was lost in the agony 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 the foggiest idea whether I can do that.† There was desolation 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 grasp of the red hot torment, the development making the torment in my leg flare sickeningly. â€Å"Edward!† I shouted. I understood my eyes were shut once more. I opened them, urgent to discover his face. Also, I discovered him. At long last, I could see his ideal face, gazing at me, turned into a veil of uncertainty and torment. â€Å"Alice, make me something to support her leg!† Carlisle was twisted around me, chipping away 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 chilly lips squeezed against my skin. From the start the torment 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 reluctant to fall into the dark waters once more, apprehensive I would lose him in the haziness. 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 moaned cheerily. The fire was gone, different agonies dulled by a languor 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 unobtrusively. 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 tranquil chuckle, feeble with help. â€Å"Bella?† Carlisle asked once more. I scowled; I needed to rest. â€Å"What?† â€Å"Where is your mother?† â€Å"In Florida,† I murmured. â€Å"He deceived me, Edward. He viewed our videos.† The shock in my voice was pathetically delicate. 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, yet my voice was weak. â€Å"I smell gasoline,† I included, shocked through the murkiness 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. Also, I was in his arms, supported against his chest †skimming, all the torment gone. â€Å"Sleep now, Bella† were the final words I heard.