Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series or any of its characters; they all belong to Stephanie Meyer
Warnings: This is a male/male slash. The content in this story is not suitable for minors. Read at your own discretion. This Chapter is clean.
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I ran past Sam and kneeled beside Billy. I ripped his shirt off and examined him. 5 ribs were shattered and from his breathing I knew his ribs were punctured. I tore my shirt off and wrapped it around Billy’s ribs as tight as I could without doing more damage. I heard the sirens approaching.
“Jacob!” I called hoping the boy was close enough to hear. I looked at my hands and saw blood. I hadn’t even noticed it before. I looked down at the gash in the man’s stomach. A shirt was tossed from behind me and I saw the open wound. The paramedics ran in and I helped them lift him into the truck. I watched the fire fighters put out the fire at Sam’s house and froze. Where was he?
Jacob jumped in the truck with his father. “Are you coming?” The tears in the boy’s eyes killed me and I knew he was relying on me to save his father’s life.
“Yes. I’ll be waiting at the hospital.” I scanned for Sam again but didn’t see him; Paul was next to me though. “Please find Sam and tell him I went to the hospital with Billy.”
He nodded. He was in slight shock but there was nothing I could do right now. I had to get to Billy. I got there before the ambulance and I waited anxiously. Anything could happen on the way here; I just hoped Billy held on.
Finally they arrived and I took him back immediately. I did everything I could to take the pain away. He was going to make it, but he had a long recovery coming. I sighed when I saw Sam in the waiting room. Jacob stood and hurried to me.
I put my hand on the worried boy’s shoulder. “He is fine Jacob, he is resting now. You can go see him if you’d like.”
The tears he had been fighting flowed now and he fell back into a chair. Leah’s arms flew around him as she cried with him. A wave of relief washed over the group and they could breathe again. Sam hugged me hard.
“Thank you Carlisle.”
I nodded and looked up at him. He was torn, he was in pain. I took his hand and pulled him down the hall to my office.
He fell onto the couch and held his head in his hands. I sat next to him and wrapped my arms around him.
“It’s ok Sam.”
He shook his head. “No it isn’t. If I had been there I could have killed the mother fucker...Billy wouldn’t be here.”
I felt guilty. “Don’t say that. We still don’t know what happened.”
“I do. Some fucking leech was there lurking around. Found an easy target in Billy.” He looked at me and shook his head and took my hand. “I’m sorry...the word...”
“I understand, I know you are not referring to me.”
“I just...FUCK I should have been there!” He yelled.
A knock at the door stole my attention for a moment. It was Jake.
“Are you alright?” I asked quickly.
“Yeah, Billy wants to see you.” He stared over at Sam. “I’ll stay with him.”
I looked back at Sam. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He nodded numbly and looked at Jacob. He hugged the smaller boy as I left the room.
I knocked on Billy’s door lightly before sticking my head in. “You wanted to see me?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
His voice was rough and I handed him a small cup of water.
“Thank you.” He handed the cup back. “It’s about Sam. The person who did this to me was after Sam and when I didn’t say anything, he tried to kill me but the boys heard me yelling. He was out of there before they showed up.”
I swallowed hard. “Do you know who it was?”
“No. But I wouldn’t say anything; Sam is as much my son as Jacob is. I would give my life for him.” He laughed a throaty chuckle. “Don’t tell him that though.”
I forced a smile. “Of course, rest Billy. I’ll send Jake back.”
He grabbed my hand as I stood. “Thank you...for everything you have done.”
“It’s my pleasure Billy.” And that was true. My mind was spinning as I made my way back to my office...back to Sam.
Carlisle knocked before coming in. Jacob hurried out of the room to get back to his father. Carlisle sat by my side again and waited for me to say something.