Where are you Amber?
There was so much noise and so much sound. It was pounding at the
side of my head, trying to break through my skull. I swear I
could feel Amber, wherever she was, and I could sense the danger.
I needed to get to her and see her blue smiling eyes, her lightly
freckled nose and her long strawberry blonde hair. I needed to
see she was safe because right now, everything was telling me
that she wasn't. Where are you Amber?
"Then let's not lose her again," a relieved voice gasped.
I ran through the house towards their voices. I burst into the
room to see the doctor and Edward working over Amber. Carlisle
turned around to speak to me but thankfully Edward stayed by
Amber's side, not wanting to stop. I tried to look at her and see
if she was alright but I could only glimpse her hair spread out
on the pillow.
"What happened, I heard you say..." I trailed off breathlessly.
"Kyle there's only one thing I can suggest but I don't know
whether it will work," Carlisle said hurriedly.
"I- anything, what is it?" I asked.
Edward was still blocking my view so I couldn't see Amber. I was
still straining my neck to see around him and I came to the
conclusion he didn't want me to see her. A lump formed in my
throat. If he didn't want me to see her then she must be in a bad
"There's something we can do but it hasn't been proven to work
yet, so you could say it's still a theory. I need to locate
bleeding sites but to do that is impossible at the moment," he
"Just tell me what you can do vampire!"
"I can flush the circulatory system with an ice cold salt
solution and drop her body temperature to 50 degrees. It will
have a preserving effect so I can perform necessary repairs."
I stared at him like he was speaking Finnish or something. It
sounded like he wanted to put something cold into her veins to
freeze her before he fixed her. He said it would drop her
temperature to 50 degrees...but how could she stay alive
throughout that? I wanted to ask more questions and to understand
exactly, but my medical knowledge didn't stretch far and time was
ticking. Not only could I feel that but I could see it in his
"Do it," I said.
"Kyle she will be clinically dead until I revive her again. I
need to make sure you understand-"
"She'll be dead?" I panicked.
"Carlisle she's close!" Edward interrupted.
"Listen Kyle she already died."
"She died?!" I cried. Was that why they wouldn't let me look at
her? Did she look dead? How could she have died without me
feeling it? I needed to see her but Edward was still in the way.
"We lost her for a few seconds. She's back now but we could lose
her again and this is the only option. If the theory is correct
we can bring her back, it's just temporary until I've done the
repairs then I'll revive her by-"
"We're going to lose her," Edward shouted over the beeping of the
"Just do it, fine! Do it!" I roared.
Edward ran from the room immediately and Carlisle took his place,
blocking Amber from my view again. Edward ran back in with a big
machine. He ran tubes from the machine and inserted them into
Amber's veins. A liquid ran down the tube and I watched it snake
into her hand. It was the only part of her I could see. She was
hidden by a blue waterproof curtain.
"Temperature dropping," he muttered.
"Kyle I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave while I
operate," Carlisle said.
"Okay," I nodded.
I left the room and wandered out of the house in a daze. My pack
was outside and Cameron pushed through them to run over to me. My
head was still spinning from the conversation I'd just had. I was
imagining Amber's veins freezing, stilling her heart and stopping
her breath. I was seeing Amber cold, white and- there's no other
word for it- frozen, like a vampire, but she wasn't turning into
the living dead. She was slowly dying inside that house behind
"I've just given a vampire permission to kill my imprint," I
whispered to myself.
Cameron ran up, his eyebrows pulled together with concern. He put
a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with those dark familiar
eyes. Cam has always been a friend but he's one of those friends
you don't tell your secrets. He's never been a friend to confide
in. He's like an older brother who you need to hide things from
occasionally, until you need him to sort it out.
"Do you want to tell me what's happening in there? You look
I looked him in the eyes and avoided his question. "Where's
"Jacob? He's still with his imprint at her grandpa's house or
something. You can tell me whatever you want to tell him Kyle."
"I was just going to ask where Leah was," I said.
He blinked at me like I'd gone insane but he didn't comment. He
pretended like there was nothing strange about what I'd just
asked. He started to speak but I cut him off.
"I just wanted to thank her that's all."
And find out what it was about imprint she couldn't stand. It's
got to be my imprint that she holds against me. The moment she
met me she mentioned my imprint and every time the subject came
up she made sarcastic comments. She was hiding something.
I was too. I wouldn't even let myself think about it. How was I
meant to tell Cam what was happening in the house behind us?
There was no way to put it into words.
"Jacob said if we needed her she'd be at First Beach. Um, he also
said try not to need her," he shook his head, "You know where it
"I was there with her today," I nodded. Cameron looked at me in
an odd way again before I set off to find her.