Turn Him

Moira POV
1918

“Dr. Carlisle, are you sure he’ll be ok? I don’t know how much worrying I can bare anymore.”
Carlisle looked at me sadly, his eyes full of sorrow and sadness. I already knew the answer to my question, but I didn’t want to accept it.
“If he is not, lie to me, Carlisle. Please.” I whispered, tears filling my eyes and dropping from my cheeks. I tried to drown my sobs with my handkerchief, but it didn’t work.
“I’m so dreadfully sorry, Moira, there is nothing to do. Elizabeth passed away not hours ago. I’m afraid Edward will have to follow.” My sobs turned into real crying and I fell to the ground, on my knees, shaking.
“Do something! Anything!” I mindlessly yelled at him. Then I told him the one thing I thought I never would say. “Turn him.”