Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
For a brief second she felt like she was falling. Where they done with her, had they tossed her to the side, to leave her to die? But then it stopped, and the landing wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Familiar, cool arms wrapped around her, and she knew she was safe. She didn't have to worry, Edward was here. He'd know what to do. She heard her name, and she tried to respond. She tried to open her mouth, but nothing came out. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, finding herself looking up at Edward. Bella had the sensation that they were flying, meaning he was moving very quickly. She was use to that. It was comforting, and if he was here, that meant she was still alive. Even if she didn't survive, he was still here. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry, she should have been home faster. This was her own fault. She was sorry this happened, and that she made him worry. This was in no way his doing. Once again he had been the one to save her.
The pain brought her back to herself. The throbbing in her head was increasing, and her shoulder felt like a constant steady burn, pressed up against hot coal. Next time she tried to open her eyes, she saw nothing but black. She let herself sink into the couch, unsure of what it was, but it was soft, and it felt good against her shoulder.
There was no way the pain could get much worse, between the pounding in her head, and the fire in her shoulders. It took her a second to recognize the sharp pains she was feeling through out her body. Her neck, chest, wrists, what was going on? For a moment, she didn't realize what was happening. Was the attack not over? But Edward was here, so there was no way someone was after her. He'd save her, he always did somehow. For a moment, it was quiet, just the pain that she was becoming use to. What a time for Carlisle not to be here. Though she knew Edward had a medical degree or two, so what was she worried about? If anything could be done for her, he could do i, if what he needed was here.
And then it started. Bella had thought the fire had been bad before. But it was nothing compared to this. She'd give anything, anything to have the previous pain back. This made it seem easy, no big deal. It began to spread, though her chest, down her arms, and legs, it was moving slowly, but she could feel it as it move. The venom, his venom continued to move through her system, spreading further with every heart beat, which was still pounding heavily against her chest. The pain was growing, becoming more intense. Her eyes squeezed together, but she didn't make a noise. Carlisle never drew attention to his self, and Rosalie said it would do no good to scream. Screaming wouldn't get her anywhere, it would just make it worse. How long had it been? It seemed like this had been happening for hours, though it was probably only minutes.
Other than her heavy breathing, and her fists clenched into fists, she drew quiet, the only sign of pain was her face, eyes pulled tight as she refused to let herself scream. Edward would be worried, she didn't want to make him any more worried than what he probably already was. The only thing she could do was wait, wait through the burning pain, that was growing stronger, and stronger, if that was even possible.
At some point in time she became aware of a cold, comforting hand around her own, such a contrast to the burning that was going though her body. She tried to respond, tried to squeeze his hand in return, but she couldn't make herself move. There was only the fire, and it continued to consume her. If she thought she had an understanding of what to expect for the first time she as bitten, she really had no idea of what was awaiting her for the next few days, and endless hours.