He needs -- He can't. He watches his face swim into view of half dozen people near him, glancing over, checking to make sure or figure out what they should think, as though Edward will have that clue irregardless of the fact he hasn't been in the other room any more than them.
He's trying to count. Trying to get to two minutes.
He's not even seeing the table. Twenty seconds. Thirty.
Attention is turning, in shaky waves, toward the man who took Carlisle's place, while Edward really can't care much at all for it. Fifty seconds. If he was human he might move, but he's more still now than when he first started smelling the blood.
A minute twenty.
Carlisle is stopping in an empty patient room. Forty.
Fifty-two.
He stood up, gathering momentarily the attention of the those closest and longest only his teacher, from whom he mouthed the word 'bathroom' and endured the followup mental probing question of how he would ever handle care if his stomach stayed this weak.
He didn't care.
Once the door shut he was blur, stopping only where Carlisle was. The door opened and closed in milliseconds, and Edward right behind him. "Carlisle?"
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He's trying to count. Trying to get to two minutes.
He's not even seeing the table. Twenty seconds. Thirty.
Attention is turning, in shaky waves, toward the man who took Carlisle's place, while Edward really can't care much at all for it. Fifty seconds. If he was human he might move, but he's more still now than when he first started smelling the blood.
A minute twenty.
Carlisle is stopping in an empty patient room. Forty.
Fifty-two.
He stood up, gathering momentarily the attention of the those closest and longest only his teacher, from whom he mouthed the word 'bathroom' and endured the followup mental probing question of how he would ever handle care if his stomach stayed this weak.
He didn't care.
Once the door shut he was blur, stopping only where Carlisle was. The door opened and closed in milliseconds, and Edward right behind him. "Carlisle?"