This Won't heal( Third Book in; Edward Cullen's Older Sister)

The Aftershock

I was deep in thought when all of a sudden, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turn a little to see two familiar faces appear. 

"It looks like we missed a hell of a battle, doesn't it, Sammie?" I hear a deep voice call from the side of me. I cannot help but smile looking at the two men. 

"And who are you?" Emmett asks, getting ready for the possibility of another fight. I put up a hand to stop him but Sam answers, 

"Shut up, Dean. We're looking for Elaine Mason, well I guess now her name is Cullen. We're Sam and Dean Winchester. Her Godsons." He explains, trying to be polite but still a little weary of all the vampires surrounding his brother and him. 

I smile, waving at them to let them know I remember them, 

"Hey, little pixie girl. Long time, no see." Dean answers, returning my wave, making the rest of the family chuckle. 

I cannot wait to let Elaine know they have arrived. 

Elaine's POV

Carlisle plays the classical music channel as we make out way down the street and pull into our driveway. I am so happy to be home,  especially because I was unsure that we would make it here all in one piece. 

I hear his door shut and after a moment, he is opening mine, pulling me from the seat and cradling me close to his chest. I take in his smell once again, happy to just be alive. The sharp pains in my head were starting to dull and I felt like I could open my eyes without having to scream. Carlisle opened the door to the house. He kicked it closed with his foot and carried me up the stairs and into our bedroom, setting me down on the bed slowly. I start to protest, 

"No these sheets were a wedding gift from Charlie, I don't want to ruin them. I need to wash my hair first. Take me to the bathroom." I whisper. Carlisle eyes me with a little concern but chuckles and lifts me, carrying me to the bathroom. 

" I am going to set you down in the tub. I want to examine your head and other injuries before we put on the water." He says in a soft tone. I nod slightly, just wanting the warm water to turn on. 

I can feel him slowly take the beanie off my head, an attempt I had to cover the wound and hide its extent earlier. He winced a little when he saw all the blood but after prodding at my scalp a little, he seems somewhat satisfied with the healing that has already started to take place.

"It's looking really good. Only a little gash. It shouldn't bleed anymore tonight." He whispers, trying to keep his talking low to not put me in any discomfort. "I will be careful when I wash your hair out." He continues. 

I had full intentions of washing my own hair but something sounds so nice about having Carlisle touch me in any way. 

"Thank you." I mutter. I have closed my eyes a little. 

"Keep your eyes open, okay?" 

I nod, opening my eyes a little fuller, trying to make sure to be alert for him. 

He next examines my wrist. Looking down at it, barely wanting to touch it. 

You don't have to be a doctor to know that it is crocked, or not healed correctly in the slightest. 

I can visibly see a change in Carlisle as he looks up from it. 

He starts to say what I know he is going to but stops, covering his eyes with his hands. 

"You have to rebreak it, don't you?" I ask, trying to be as brave sounding and unaffected as possible. 

Carlisle looks up from his hands and nods quietly. Getting up, " I have some morphine I can give you, give me a moment, and I-" 

I stopped him quickly. "You save that stuff for someone who needs it. Make sure you have it for Jacob, just in case I didn't heal him right away." I whisper. He looks sickened by this remark. 

He leans back down, sighing harshly and I almost feel bad for asking him to do this without the morphine. It was kind of stupid of me but I hate the idea of taking it away from someone who could actually use it, someone human. 

Before he can reset it, I make him check the house to ensure none of the children have returned. As soon as he is sure, he takes it in his hands, asking me for the fifth time if I want him to go get the morphine. I shake my head as I bite onto a washcloth from the linen closet, also a wedding gift, this one from Irina, who stated that a house was only classy if there were matching white towels in every linen closet. 

" Okay, sweetheart. I am going to make it better. I'm going to count to three," He starts and I grip the side of the tub with my good hand. 

"One," God I am so stupid to not take him up on the whole drug offer. Who the hell would not take the drugs in this situation? Am I crazy? 

"Two," Okay, I can do this. Don't scream again, don't put him through that again. 

By the time I can think of another thought, Carlisle counted to three and I know I have failed on two accounts. One was not screaming, I screamed. Louder and more violently than at any other time today. The second is that I definitely would not be washing my own hair. I quickly pass out from the pain, leaving Carlisle alone with what he just had to do and leaving me regretful as always. The aftershock of the battle was one that was sure to last.