The Fight For Edward

I look at Edward, and in an instant, the world vanishes into a black abyss. The horror in my eyes reflects from his own. I can sadly say that he has come to the same realization; the same truth that is in my eyes is the terror that is playing over in his mind. The question begs, how long shall it take from now. There is no way in telling how rapid the poison shall rush through his veins and infect every corner of his body then. How long shall it take until it slowly starts to eat him from inside until the is nothing but a bunch of bone remaining in a pile of rotten flesh? This truly sounds like the most unbearable death that one could face.

So, it is with a heavy heart that I am sending him to rest; at least I am hoping that the less he moves, the slower the poison shall take effect.

"Edward, my friend, I need for you to remain in your bed."

But he immediately protests, "Sebastian, I am in no way disobeying your orders, but I shall not sit by and let this thing