[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God
Chapter 4
The quilt slid along the edge of the bed to the floor. Annie was so startled that she almost hit the cabinet behind her. The skin on the boy's right hand with the needle was torn off abruptly. The rack of medicine bottles hit the ground hard——
"Do you think I want them dead?! Do I?!"
Edmund growled at John like an enraged wolf.
"Isn't it the reaction I should have?! What reaction do you want to see from me?! Crying and looking for my mother?! Running to the roof to seek death?! Kneeling down and kissing your shoes while crying bitterly, begging you to help me catch the prisoner? Or run out of the hospital to find that scum and stab him to death with a knife?!"
"You doubt me?! Just because my reaction is too flat?!"
"Edmund, calm down." Carlisle rushed over and hugged the boy's waist first, preventing him from jumping up and beating the sheriff.
"Let go of me, Dr. Cullen!!!"
"Calm down, Edmund." Carlisle pressed the boy into his arms and motioned for Anne to send the two policemen out. "We understand you.—at least, I understand how you feel."
"Don't judge me by the level of an ordinary child, Sheriff!!! You don't know anything—" Edmund stopped suddenly, his face as pale as a parchment that had just been dried.
"Don't move, Edmund! - Anne, arrange for surgery." Carlisle adjusted the boy's posture, letting him lie flat in his arms. ——The vampire's excellent hearing told him that the ribs that this guy had just connected were misplaced again.
John froze there like a wax figure, not knowing what to think.
"Yes, Dr. Cullen.—Come back, Sheriff. Looks like it won't be possible to continue the visit today.—Rib displacement is no fun," said Anne grumpily. ——For such a guy who scolded Carlisle and caused little Edmund's injury to worsen, she felt that she had given him face by not scolding back.
"Can't you just stay here? Huh?" Carlisle gently stroked the small depression on the boy's chest with his fingers, and a look of unhappiness suddenly appeared in the pure golden eyes, "It seems Your discharge from the hospital will be delayed again."
Edmund frowned and whimpered, and turned his face away from Carlisle.
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Sunlight streaming through the thin glass windows onto the spotless marble floor enlivened the room.
"Edward." Alice called her brother's name in her mind, "tell me what Carlisle is thinking. He has been upstairs all day."
Edward blinked lazily, still staring at a black spider spinning a web in the pine tree outside the house.
After a while, he spoke.
"That boy," Edward said, "he's worried that the little guy is going out again. So he's thinking about going to the hospital tonight."
"Oh, we finally know the reason why Carlisle doesn't come home very often recently." Alice blinked, "This is the first time for him, isn't it?"
"He's Carlisle's singer after all," Jasper added aside. "We all know that singers are attractive to vampires. — all sorts of things."
"Fortunately, the vampire he met was Carlisle." Esme said, "If it were another vampire, that poor child's life might be lost."
Jasper laughed, his tone full of respect, "There are very few vampires who can reach Carlisle's level."
"Of course, Carlisle is the pride of all of us.—he's here." Edward turned his head and looked at the wooden stairs beside him.
Not long after, the handsome vampire doctor walked down the ladder slowly, holding a black car key in his hand.
"Be careful on the road." Edward, who had read Carlisle's thoughts early, smiled and waved at him.
Today is Carlisle's day off.So he didn't need to come to the hospital.
But when he opened the door of the ward, he was very glad that he made the right decision.
Things look bad for the boy.
Edmund was dreaming.
He dreamed of a gray-haired man raising a dagger and stabbing the blade into his family's chest one by one.
"Stop!" he shouted.
The man turned to him immediately.Then, a morbid smile appeared.
"My little Ed." The man licked the blood on the knife, stood up from the ground, and grabbed the boy in front of him, "Come on, good boy.—Taste your parents' Blood."
"No! Let me go!"
Men have great strength. —he strangled Edmund's neck with little effort.
He used a dagger to gouge out a piece of flesh from the corpse beside him, and held it to the boy's mouth.
"Come on, eat it.—How delicious, my dear little Ed."
Laughing, the man shoved the piece of meat into the boy's mouth, forcing him to swallow it whole...
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"Doctor Cullen."
It took Edmund a long time to realize that he was awake, lying in Carlisle's arms, clutching the latter's clothes tightly.
"Doctor Cullen?" the boy called again, as if to ask why Carlisle suddenly appeared in the hospital.
"Passing by the hospital, come in to see you." Carlisle reached out and rubbed the boy's temple, but didn't let him go.
"...It seems that you are very idle." The boy let go of his fist, looked at the crumpled clothes in front of him, and tried his best not to care much. —but deep down, he was glad Carlisle would come in and see him.Especially after everyone who cared about him has left.
Maybe he hated Carlisle in the first few days, but after getting along for a while, he had to admit that he liked this handsome young doctor very much. - It was a pleasure chatting with Carlisle, his knowledge and thoughtfulness never gets boring.And most importantly, Carlisle treated him with the same equality and respect as an adult, and didn't just perfunctory just because he was a half-grown child.
"That's an insincere statement." Carlisle hugged the boy and put him on the bed, while he sat on the armchair beside the bed.
"..."
"You are still a child."
"I think I'm mature enough."
"That's compared with your peers." Carlisle looked at the boy in front of him who was still panting, and calmed down his tone as much as possible, "Don't keep everything in your heart. It will be better to say it."
"..."
"At first I thought you were suffering from selective amnesia. Because you didn't react at all like a kid who's been through that. But I soon realized I was wrong.—You remember everything that happened that night. But you didn't overreact at all.—Of course, except when Sergeant Chris came that day." Carlisle handed Edmund a glass of warm water, and watched him gulp it down. "It amazed me.—Even grown-ups, going through something like that leaves a psychological shadow. I thought you got over it, but apparently you didn't. You're putting yourself out there, Ed Mongolian."
"I--"
"I hope you can open your heart to me." Carlisle said softly, putting the empty glass aside. "I would be very happy if you could tell me what you think."
"..."
"I'll keep it a secret for you."
The boy hesitated, then averted his gaze from Carlisle's golden eyes.
"It's not that I don't care about them.—It's true that my relationship with my parents is not very good, but we are still family." The boy said softly, "I was thinking when that man killed them.—I must To kill him. Even at the cost of my life."
"But in the end, I didn't do that."
"Honestly, I'm terrified of blood. And I don't want to be a murderer at all."
"He can go to jail and be spurned by everyone, but he has to live. At least, his life should not be ended by me."
"Papa said that life is equally precious. Soldiers and officers, men and women, old people and children, even innocent people and murderers. There is no such law as 'kill for life' in this world, it is born in people's hearts Deep selfish thoughts.——People are not gods, and they cannot judge everything fairly. Because of this, people created laws. He believes that as long as the heart repents, no matter what mistakes you make, you can be forgiven of."
"I think what Dad said is correct.——Doctor Cullen, what do you think?" The boy blinked his beautiful blue eyes, showing an almost begging expression. ——Edmund is still a child, so he needs someone to agree with his thoughts and actions, otherwise he will not be able to persist.
"You're right." Carlisle showed a faint smile. He admired this boy in every way. "Your father would be proud of you, Edmund."
"It's a pity he doesn't know." The boy smacked his lips regretfully. "Don't you ask me why I don't cry?"
"Because I know you'll tell me," Carlisle said. —he knew that the boy had no one else to confide in but him.
"I've read a book. It says - if the soul of a dead person hears someone crying for him, they will not be able to enter heaven." The boy bowed his head slightly, closing his eyes to cover the blue color inside .
"……Do you believe?"
"I don't believe it." Edmund said, "That's just a reason to make me stronger."
The boy hugged the soft quilt, carelessly playing with a thread on it.
"They're not coming back anyway, so why should I go on being sad? And—I'm afraid I'll cry and never stop.—I hate crying."
"You won't." Carlisle gently touched the boy's head, "You are very strong, really."
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Edmund hesitated, and finally straightened his upper body and hugged Carlisle's neck. ——If this action was done a few weeks ago, he would never have done it. "You are a good person."
Carlisle laughed. ——He felt that this evaluation was not very appropriate. "Good Vampire" sounds better.But because the boy didn't know his real identity, he temporarily accepted this title.
"What are you laughing at?" Edmond froze for a moment. —He thought he was being laughed at.
"Oh, don't get me wrong." Carlisle put his hand on the back of Edmund's neck and patted it lightly, "I'm just glad to hear you say this to me."
"Really..." It sounded like he didn't quite believe Carlisle's words.
"You're the most childlike child I've ever met," Carlisle went on.
"You're the nicest nice guy I've ever met. — Interest is nosy." Edmund returned it immediately.
Carlisle was amused again.
"If you've behaved well enough these two weeks—don't run around, stay in bed and rest—maybe I can consider taking you out for a walk."
"Really?" Edmund immediately raised his head to look at the handsome doctor.I didn't find out that I agreed to something amazing when I didn't pay attention.
"Ah."
"Great! Dude!" The boy raised his hand and patted Carlisle on the shoulder.
"..."
Is it really okay to call a vampire who lived over 300 years old a "dude"?
The author has something to say: good buddy Carlisle Cullen~~~
"Do you think I want them dead?! Do I?!"
Edmund growled at John like an enraged wolf.
"Isn't it the reaction I should have?! What reaction do you want to see from me?! Crying and looking for my mother?! Running to the roof to seek death?! Kneeling down and kissing your shoes while crying bitterly, begging you to help me catch the prisoner? Or run out of the hospital to find that scum and stab him to death with a knife?!"
"You doubt me?! Just because my reaction is too flat?!"
"Edmund, calm down." Carlisle rushed over and hugged the boy's waist first, preventing him from jumping up and beating the sheriff.
"Let go of me, Dr. Cullen!!!"
"Calm down, Edmund." Carlisle pressed the boy into his arms and motioned for Anne to send the two policemen out. "We understand you.—at least, I understand how you feel."
"Don't judge me by the level of an ordinary child, Sheriff!!! You don't know anything—" Edmund stopped suddenly, his face as pale as a parchment that had just been dried.
"Don't move, Edmund! - Anne, arrange for surgery." Carlisle adjusted the boy's posture, letting him lie flat in his arms. ——The vampire's excellent hearing told him that the ribs that this guy had just connected were misplaced again.
John froze there like a wax figure, not knowing what to think.
"Yes, Dr. Cullen.—Come back, Sheriff. Looks like it won't be possible to continue the visit today.—Rib displacement is no fun," said Anne grumpily. ——For such a guy who scolded Carlisle and caused little Edmund's injury to worsen, she felt that she had given him face by not scolding back.
"Can't you just stay here? Huh?" Carlisle gently stroked the small depression on the boy's chest with his fingers, and a look of unhappiness suddenly appeared in the pure golden eyes, "It seems Your discharge from the hospital will be delayed again."
Edmund frowned and whimpered, and turned his face away from Carlisle.
——————————————————————————————————————
Sunlight streaming through the thin glass windows onto the spotless marble floor enlivened the room.
"Edward." Alice called her brother's name in her mind, "tell me what Carlisle is thinking. He has been upstairs all day."
Edward blinked lazily, still staring at a black spider spinning a web in the pine tree outside the house.
After a while, he spoke.
"That boy," Edward said, "he's worried that the little guy is going out again. So he's thinking about going to the hospital tonight."
"Oh, we finally know the reason why Carlisle doesn't come home very often recently." Alice blinked, "This is the first time for him, isn't it?"
"He's Carlisle's singer after all," Jasper added aside. "We all know that singers are attractive to vampires. — all sorts of things."
"Fortunately, the vampire he met was Carlisle." Esme said, "If it were another vampire, that poor child's life might be lost."
Jasper laughed, his tone full of respect, "There are very few vampires who can reach Carlisle's level."
"Of course, Carlisle is the pride of all of us.—he's here." Edward turned his head and looked at the wooden stairs beside him.
Not long after, the handsome vampire doctor walked down the ladder slowly, holding a black car key in his hand.
"Be careful on the road." Edward, who had read Carlisle's thoughts early, smiled and waved at him.
Today is Carlisle's day off.So he didn't need to come to the hospital.
But when he opened the door of the ward, he was very glad that he made the right decision.
Things look bad for the boy.
Edmund was dreaming.
He dreamed of a gray-haired man raising a dagger and stabbing the blade into his family's chest one by one.
"Stop!" he shouted.
The man turned to him immediately.Then, a morbid smile appeared.
"My little Ed." The man licked the blood on the knife, stood up from the ground, and grabbed the boy in front of him, "Come on, good boy.—Taste your parents' Blood."
"No! Let me go!"
Men have great strength. —he strangled Edmund's neck with little effort.
He used a dagger to gouge out a piece of flesh from the corpse beside him, and held it to the boy's mouth.
"Come on, eat it.—How delicious, my dear little Ed."
Laughing, the man shoved the piece of meat into the boy's mouth, forcing him to swallow it whole...
——————————————————————————————————————
"Doctor Cullen."
It took Edmund a long time to realize that he was awake, lying in Carlisle's arms, clutching the latter's clothes tightly.
"Doctor Cullen?" the boy called again, as if to ask why Carlisle suddenly appeared in the hospital.
"Passing by the hospital, come in to see you." Carlisle reached out and rubbed the boy's temple, but didn't let him go.
"...It seems that you are very idle." The boy let go of his fist, looked at the crumpled clothes in front of him, and tried his best not to care much. —but deep down, he was glad Carlisle would come in and see him.Especially after everyone who cared about him has left.
Maybe he hated Carlisle in the first few days, but after getting along for a while, he had to admit that he liked this handsome young doctor very much. - It was a pleasure chatting with Carlisle, his knowledge and thoughtfulness never gets boring.And most importantly, Carlisle treated him with the same equality and respect as an adult, and didn't just perfunctory just because he was a half-grown child.
"That's an insincere statement." Carlisle hugged the boy and put him on the bed, while he sat on the armchair beside the bed.
"..."
"You are still a child."
"I think I'm mature enough."
"That's compared with your peers." Carlisle looked at the boy in front of him who was still panting, and calmed down his tone as much as possible, "Don't keep everything in your heart. It will be better to say it."
"..."
"At first I thought you were suffering from selective amnesia. Because you didn't react at all like a kid who's been through that. But I soon realized I was wrong.—You remember everything that happened that night. But you didn't overreact at all.—Of course, except when Sergeant Chris came that day." Carlisle handed Edmund a glass of warm water, and watched him gulp it down. "It amazed me.—Even grown-ups, going through something like that leaves a psychological shadow. I thought you got over it, but apparently you didn't. You're putting yourself out there, Ed Mongolian."
"I--"
"I hope you can open your heart to me." Carlisle said softly, putting the empty glass aside. "I would be very happy if you could tell me what you think."
"..."
"I'll keep it a secret for you."
The boy hesitated, then averted his gaze from Carlisle's golden eyes.
"It's not that I don't care about them.—It's true that my relationship with my parents is not very good, but we are still family." The boy said softly, "I was thinking when that man killed them.—I must To kill him. Even at the cost of my life."
"But in the end, I didn't do that."
"Honestly, I'm terrified of blood. And I don't want to be a murderer at all."
"He can go to jail and be spurned by everyone, but he has to live. At least, his life should not be ended by me."
"Papa said that life is equally precious. Soldiers and officers, men and women, old people and children, even innocent people and murderers. There is no such law as 'kill for life' in this world, it is born in people's hearts Deep selfish thoughts.——People are not gods, and they cannot judge everything fairly. Because of this, people created laws. He believes that as long as the heart repents, no matter what mistakes you make, you can be forgiven of."
"I think what Dad said is correct.——Doctor Cullen, what do you think?" The boy blinked his beautiful blue eyes, showing an almost begging expression. ——Edmund is still a child, so he needs someone to agree with his thoughts and actions, otherwise he will not be able to persist.
"You're right." Carlisle showed a faint smile. He admired this boy in every way. "Your father would be proud of you, Edmund."
"It's a pity he doesn't know." The boy smacked his lips regretfully. "Don't you ask me why I don't cry?"
"Because I know you'll tell me," Carlisle said. —he knew that the boy had no one else to confide in but him.
"I've read a book. It says - if the soul of a dead person hears someone crying for him, they will not be able to enter heaven." The boy bowed his head slightly, closing his eyes to cover the blue color inside .
"……Do you believe?"
"I don't believe it." Edmund said, "That's just a reason to make me stronger."
The boy hugged the soft quilt, carelessly playing with a thread on it.
"They're not coming back anyway, so why should I go on being sad? And—I'm afraid I'll cry and never stop.—I hate crying."
"You won't." Carlisle gently touched the boy's head, "You are very strong, really."
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Edmund hesitated, and finally straightened his upper body and hugged Carlisle's neck. ——If this action was done a few weeks ago, he would never have done it. "You are a good person."
Carlisle laughed. ——He felt that this evaluation was not very appropriate. "Good Vampire" sounds better.But because the boy didn't know his real identity, he temporarily accepted this title.
"What are you laughing at?" Edmond froze for a moment. —He thought he was being laughed at.
"Oh, don't get me wrong." Carlisle put his hand on the back of Edmund's neck and patted it lightly, "I'm just glad to hear you say this to me."
"Really..." It sounded like he didn't quite believe Carlisle's words.
"You're the most childlike child I've ever met," Carlisle went on.
"You're the nicest nice guy I've ever met. — Interest is nosy." Edmund returned it immediately.
Carlisle was amused again.
"If you've behaved well enough these two weeks—don't run around, stay in bed and rest—maybe I can consider taking you out for a walk."
"Really?" Edmund immediately raised his head to look at the handsome doctor.I didn't find out that I agreed to something amazing when I didn't pay attention.
"Ah."
"Great! Dude!" The boy raised his hand and patted Carlisle on the shoulder.
"..."
Is it really okay to call a vampire who lived over 300 years old a "dude"?
The author has something to say: good buddy Carlisle Cullen~~~
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