Chapter 23

Spencer knew it had been too quiet for too long.

Well, not entirely quiet.

After the encounter with Laurent in the woods, his friend Victoria had shown up. The vampire had gone through hitchhikers in Forks like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It had the sheriff station in Forks and La Push on high alert. There were too many bodies and not enough explanations—at least none that could be known by the public.

The pack had already doubled their efforts during their patrols, doing all in their power to run the redhead out of their land while protecting the Swan duo in theirs. They had lost sleep and had been overworked for weeks. The vampire had bested them in every move, taunting the pack with her swift and calculated moves.

But the important thing was that Bella was safe, and she seemed to be getting better. At least for the past couple of weeks, she had been better. That's what Spencer thought until she got a call one early March morning.

"What do you mean Bella knows about you?" Spencer said through gritted teeth. "And it happened a week ago? Why am I just finding out? I literally talked to her before spring break started."

"It seems Jacob hinted to the stories she used to hear when she was a kid," Sam sighed. "Gotta give it to the kid. He really found a workaround the rules. I was gonna tell you as soon as it happened, but you had your exams and everything, so no one wanted to worry you with it."

"How did she take it? Is everyone okay?"

"Well, Jake and Paul had a little row because Bella blamed us for Jacob keeping his distance from her," her brother chuckled. "And, well, Paul got a bit mouthy, and Bella ended up slapping him—at least, attempting to—which cause him to get angry and phase. Subsequently Jacob phased to protect her. They're both fine now and Bella knows everything."

"And no rules were broken I suppose," Spencer sighed. "But Bella now knows about wolves and vampires and somehow is back in the center of all supernatural danger. Isn't this all just great?"

"This is gonna sound harsh, but I prefer her being hunted than you, Spence," Sam admitted. "I know we can protect you in our land, but this one is ruthless and relentless. I would hate for her to have your scent."

"Well, she doesn't, thankfully," she said. "Don't think she even had my description since you killed her friend. But I thought we were gonna be more proactive when sharing information now."

"I know, but I wanted you to at least pass that test first," he confessed. "Look at you now, on your first week as a student doctor."

"I still can't believe it's happening," Spencer exclaimed. "I don't know what spirits are looking out for me, but it's almost unbelievable that I've been able to do any of this. It takes months for Step 1 to be revised and for college credits to go through. But I'm knocking on wood that these miracles keep happening like this. Might just become the youngest doctor in Washington."

"If there's anyone who could do it, it had to be my genius sister."

"Thanks for the flattery, it does me well in the mornings," she chuckled. "But I do have to get into work soon. So, thank you for this new information. I will call Bella and see how she's doing after my shift."

"Alright, sounds good, Dr. Uley."

"I like how that sounds," she beamed. "I'll see you after work. Bye, Sam."

"Bye, Dr. Uley."

When Spencer entered the hospital that morning, she believed it would be another routine day. A couple of flu cases, possibly some broken bones in the ER, maybe even a more pressing case. But she had not expected to see Harry Clearwater coming through the doors of the emergency room, Sue trailing close behind.

"Spencer, I'm gonna need you on this one," Dr. Mollins, the ER attending, called. "Let's move the patient to Trauma 1. Talk to me."

"We've got a man in his mid to late 50s showing signs of a severe myocardial infarction," the paramedic said as he pushed the gurney into the building. "He went into cardiac arrest during transport, but we were able to regain sinus rhythm. He was administered two milligrams of epi."

Spencer felt stuck in her spot, her limbs frozen as the familiar faces moved past her. She had seen her fair share of emergencies during her time at the hospital and her past internships. But seeing someone that she knew completely defenseless and unconscious shot ice through her veins.

"Dr. Uley!" Mollins called her again. "I need you here, now!"

"Yes, o-of course," the young woman stammered as she felt her brain finally jumpstart. She sent Sue an apologetic smile as she walked through the curtain that separated Harry's room from the rest of the beds. "I'm here."

As soon as she slid the curtain behind her, Spencer, Eden Mollins, and a nurse started to examine Harry. His blood was extracted, his pulse and his blood pressure were taken, his lungs were listened to, and his temperature was taken. All the while, the man remained unconscious, and Spencer prayed to whatever was out there that he at least opened his eyes.

Every second that passed, the girl's breath hitched in her throat. All she could do was think back at the summers she would spend in the Clearwaters home, running around with Seth and Leah while Harry watched over them, how he and Billy would gather all the kids around the bonfire to tell them stories about the ancestors, how he watched over her and Sam when her father had decided to disappear from their lives.

"I wanna run an EKG and an Echo on the patient," Eden instructed. "And call in a CT and a chest MRI. The patient is still unconscious, so..."

"Harry," Spencer choked out. "His name is Harry."

"Excuse me?"

"The patient's name is Harry," she restated. "Harry Clearwater."

"Do you know the pa... Mr. Clearwater, Uley?"

"Yes, I do."

"You have to tell me right now if that will impair your treatment of the patient today, Uley," the doctor said. "I cannot have you freeze like you did."

"Good," he nodded. "He seems stable for now, so go out there and get some background from the wife. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright then."

The doctor slid the curtains open to reveal a teary-eyed Sue. Once he was gone, Spencer allowed herself to throw her arms around the woman, wrapping her in a tight, warm hug as she whispered how sorry she was. "What happened, Sue?" she whispered. "What caused this? He seemed fine last week."

"Oh gods, Spencer, it was just too much for him," the woman sniffled. "It was Leah. She phased."

"W-what? Leah shifted into a wolf? How is that possible?"

"That's not all. The second Harry was down, Seth phased too," she added. "He said only boys turned into wolves, Spence. How could it be that Leah is one too?"

"I could not tell you, Sue," Spencer breathed. "This is just as new to me as it is to you. But what could have triggered the change in Leah? I don't get it. Thought there were normally signs."

"Well, she had been acting out a lot recently, and her body started changing dramatically. I thought she was just being a normal moody teenager and that maybe she was going through a second puberty," Sue sighed. "But this morning, we were arguing about how horrible her mood swings had been, and she just exploded. One second, my daughter was standing before us. And the next, there was a grey wolf breaking through our couch. The shock sent Harry down. His heart just couldn't take it—you know he's always had trouble with it. Then, Seth—poor thing—seeing his father go down got so anxious that he shifted too. I tried calling Sam after I called 911, but Emily told me he was out with his wolves chasing that leech out of the forest. "It was all so sudden, Spencer," the woman cried, taking Spencer's offered hand. "She ran out the door with Seth behind and I couldn't stop them. I had to get Harry to the hospital."

"Oh, Sue, that's just horrible," the girl said. "I can't believe that happened."

"Tell me, Spence. Is it bad? Is Harry gonna be okay?"

Spencer took in a steadying breath as she braced herself to tell one of the people who had essentially raised her that her husband was not showing good signs. How could she speak those words when she didn't want to believe them herself? "Look, Sue, I can't lie to you. Things are not looking good," she explained. "With his age, his pre-existing condition, and the severity of this episode, it's still too early to tell. We need him to wake up in order to assess the situation fully. If not..."

"I know," Sue interjected. "I just don't know what I would do without him."

"Okay, let's not go there just yet, Sue," Spencer stammered. "Why don't you call someone to be with you while we run labs? I wouldn't want you to be alone right now."

"Don't worry about me, Spence," she softly smiled. "I already called Charlie and Billy. They're on their way here already."

"Good. I'm gonna go check on his labs. If you need anything or need me here, just let one of the nurses know and they'll page me right back."

"That's alright, Spencer. I know you're busy."

When she left the room, Spencer finally felt like she could breathe. But there was a nagging in the deepest corners of her head that was telling her that something bad was going to go down. Yet, she wanted to listen to the rational side of her brain. Harry was in the best place to receive treatment if another episode were to happen. She had to trust that they would be able to help him. She simply had to.

The girl busied herself with other patients' labs and filing anything that kept her as far away from Harry's results as possible. She couldn't face another loss so quickly. Not yet. She wasn't sure if her heart could take it.

During her short life, Spencer had faced too many grievances that had forced her to grow up too quickly. Her father had walked out of her life when she was too young, and she needed him the most, forcing her mother to spend too much time at work and too little time at home. Most of the time, it was only Sam and her at home dealing with their schoolwork and food. Then, right as they were learning how to be the dynamic duo, she was accepted at St. Agustine Prep, and she had to learn how to be by herself for the better part of four years. After, she met the man she thought would be her future, and he ripped her heart apart like it hadn't been fragile to begin with. Sadness was simply a part of Spencer's existence, but she didn't think there was more she could take.

Spencer prayed quietly. She prayed harder than she ever had before in her life. She didn't know to what exactly, but she prayed.

And yet, the universe rarely played things out in the way she wanted.

The young woman was on her way to greet Billy Black and Charlie Swan when a loud ringing alarm called her attention. It was the soundtrack of despair, the theme song of disappointment, and the last thing Spencer wanted to hear. Her legs started moving before she could think twice, setting off for Harry's room. There, the flatlining sound filled her ears, mixed with Sue's pleas for help as nurses pulled her aside to allow the doctors to work.

"The patient's coding, Uley," Eden called out. "Start compressions. This is your call."

Spencer was already on Harry before Mollins had finished his sentence. Her full attention was on her counts, pressing on his chest like she had been taught to do. One, two, three, four, all the way to thirty before the nurse administered air pumps. Then again, and again.

"Push one milligram of epi," Spencer called out, not stopping her compressions for another three minutes. "Check rhythm."

As she removed her hands, the screen showed a red line once more, and that pesky sound filled the room again. "Still asystole," Eden said. "Push another milligram and clear for defib."

Spencer continued her work as sweat formed on her forehead. She pushed into the man's chest at a steady pace, even when she felt her limbs wanted to give out. Her legs trembled under her, and her heart hammered loudly against her chest, but she couldn't stop. Even after two defibrillations that yielded no results, the girl kept administering compressions.

"Uley, it's time to call it," Mollins whispered softly at the young doctor. "It's been over thirty minutes."

"No!" Spencer exclaimed. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and mixing with her tears, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Not for Harry. "I've gotta keep going!"

"Spencer," Eden called her, taking hold of her wrists and forcing her gaze to break from the man. "It's time to call it."

"I can't," she trembled as she fell onto the doctor. "He can't..."

But the consistent sound of a flatline killed her words. That was it. Her first patient was gone, and it was someone she had looked up to like a father. Despite all of her efforts, he was gone, and there was nothing else she could do about it.

"Time of death: 1542," the doctor called to the nurse before turning back to the crumbling girl. "You did everything you could, Spencer. You did everything right."

"But he's gone," she cried. "He's gone, and I could've done more."

"No. There was nothing at all that you could have done," Eden said. "Unfortunately, this is part of the job. We can't save them all, Spencer, but you absolutely did everything you could have."

"I know I can't save them all, but I needed to save him."

"Tell you what, I'm gonna break the news to the family right now," the young man said. "You're gonna take a second to compose yourself before you go out there, and I want you to take the rest of the day off to rest."

"I shouldn't..."

"I know that it's unconventional, and most doctors would have said that you needed to get used to it," he added. "But you need this, Spencer. This case is too personal, and I know it's gonna take a toll on you."

"Okay," she whimpered. "Thank you, Dr. Mollins."

"I already told you, Spencer. When we're off a case, it's Eden."

The moment Eden left the room, the silence that filled it was worse than the beeping and the alarms. It was eerie and loaded, and it made Spencer feel like it would swallow her at any moment.

Yet, the only other presence there was Harry. His face was covered with a white sheet, shielding his body from everyone. And for that, she was thankful. Spencer couldn't look at his face. She knew her mind would trick her into thinking that he was merely sleeping and that at any moment, he would wake up and say the most unfunny joke she had heard of, but she would have laughed anyway because it would have meant that he was alive.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," she whispered to him. "I tried so hard. I hope you know that."

"He does, honey." Sue's voice startled her. Tears stained the woman's face, but her desperation was gone. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, smoothing down her hair in a comforting manner. "He knows how hard you fought for him, Spencer. It was just his time."

"He was fine just last week," she sobbed. "I can't believe he's just gone now."

"As long as he is in our memories, he will never truly be gone," the woman smiled sadly. "But he is with our spirits now, reunited with his ancestors."

"Harry will never be forgotten that I can promise you, Sue."

"He really loved you, Spencer," Sue mentioned. "He was always so amazed by everything that you were doing. He loved to boast about how far he knew you'd go to literally anyone who would listen. Deep down, he wanted Leah and Sam to work out so we'd be officially family."

"I'm really gonna miss him, Sue. I wish I had spent more time with him these last few years. And now..."

"Oh, honey, no. Don't do that," the woman comforted. "Harry knew how busy you are, how busy you've always been. He was just so happy to know you were doing something you loved."

"May his soul rest easy now," the girl whimpered before placing a hand on Harry's. "Until we meet again, Harry."

Spencer excused herself from the room, allowing Sue to have one last moment with Harry. Outside, she acknowledged Charlie and Billy, giving them a sad smile before she disappeared into the doctor's locker rooms. She couldn't face another person who was close to Harry, not when she could still feel the beat of his heart under her hands.

Inside the locker room, she allowed herself to break down. She crumpled to the floor, clutching at her chest as every emotion came barreling down on her. There was pain and turmoil, anger and disappointment. But most of all, it was the harrowing sadness that she had been carrying since she was a little girl that draped itself over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into the darkness.

Until a voice pulled her out. "Hey, hey, Uley," Eden called as he kneeled in front of her. "Come on, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath."

"I-I-I c-can't," she stammered. Her breath got trapped in her chest, tightening her lungs and making them burn for oxygen.

"Yes, you can. Come on," he encouraged. "Match my breaths, okay? Come on, in and out."

Eden took deep breaths, exhaling after holding them for five seconds. His hands found hers, forcing her gaze to snap to his. He continued the breathing exercises until she was finally able to match his pace. Her body stopped shaking, and feeling started returning to her limbs as her sobs quieted down. As weakness took over her, Spencer crashed onto Eden's chest, allowing him to wrap her in a warm and comforting hug.

It was an unexpected embrace that she was more than thankful for. Eden had come to the hospital three months after Carlisle had left to fill the hole left in the emergency department. When Spencer had entered and started her clinical rotations, he had been tasked with being her teacher in emergency medicine.

He had not taken to her quickly. From her work as a medical assistant, he had said she was far too young and too inexperienced to be in the hospital. Though he had eaten his words in a short amount of time, he still seemed to hold some sort of disdain for her. At least, that's what she had thought until that very moment.

"Hey, there you go," he cooed. "Just keep breathing, okay?"

"Gods," Spencer croaked out. "I'm sorry. I know I should be okay with death, but this..."

"You don't have to apologize, Spencer. Never apologize for the emotions you're feeling," Eden reassured. "Especially not after losing someone close to you. That is something no one could ever fault you for."

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" the girl blurted. "It's not that I don't appreciate it, but it's not a secret that you don't really like me."

"Why would you think that?" she asked, his tone hinting at being slightly offended. "I don't think I've given any indication of that."

"Come on, Eden. You're always giving me dirty looks and have gotten mad at me at any turn this whole week. It's not hard to decipher that you don't really enjoy my presence at the hospital."

"Oh god, no. That has nothing to do with you—at least not directly," he quickly assured. "I think you're a brilliant doctor, and I'm honestly so impressed that you're here at your age. My attitude has more to do with the fact that my parents saw you working here a week after I finally got here, and they were on me because I could have been like you."

"What, a terrified nineteen-year-old playing at being a doctor?"

"Christ, I didn't think you'd heard that," he grimaced. "That came from a really childish place. It's just that my parents have always pushed me to be the best, much to my detriment. I had the ability to jump a few grades or do dual enrollment like you did, but I wanted the whole high school experience. So, even if I graduated at sixteen and finished my bachelor's in three years, I could have always done better. So, here I am at twenty-five and already an attending, but in comes a nineteen-year-old med student who somehow was able to skip two whole years of med school and had an almost perfect Step 1 score, and suddenly my achievements aren't good enough anymore. I'm sorry I ever said that. I mean, I'm a grown-ass man caring what my parents think."

"Don't worry," she smiled softly. "It just made me want to prove myself even more. I'm kind of used to people underestimating me."

"Yeah, I quickly learned I shouldn't have," he chuckled. "You're a great doctor, Spencer, and a great person."

"Well, thank you," she beamed. "It honestly means a lot coming from you, especially now."

"I can promise that was the first and last time I ever underestimate you," Eden smiled brightly. "Now, you should go home. Your brother just came back."

"Came back?"

"He arrived when you were down at the CT scan, but he left for an emergency," the man responded. "He just came back a minute after you left the room."

At the word emergency, Spencer jumped to her feet and ran toward the emergency room, new tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was a word that held too much weight even before the entire picture was shown. After that morning, the girl could only expect the worst.

Her limbs carried her automatically, her brain not registering where she was going until she crashed into someone. "Is someone else hurt?" she managed to croak out. "Tell me what happened, Sam."

"Hey, breathe, Spence," her brother instructed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. "No one's hurt. Okay? It was just an accident."

"That still doesn't make things clearer. What accident?"

"Bella sort of jumped or slipped off a high cliff while we were running Victoria all the way up to the Canadian border," he said. "I had been here for no more than ten minutes when Jared called me and said that Jake had gotten there just in time. She's fine now. A bit shaken up and cold, but she's at Billy's house resting. You don't have to worry, Spence. It's been handled."

"So, she almost drowned, and all she's doing is sleeping it off?" Spencer exclaimed. "Why didn't you bring her here? She needs to be checked out!"

"Spencer, I need you to calm down, okay? She chose not to come, and you shouldn't be worrying about this. You should be going home and resting, too."

"But she's..."

"You're in no headspace to worry about other people, Bean," Sam cooed as he smoothed down his sister's hair. "Go home, kid. Rest up. We've got things from here."

"But..."

"Go home, Spencer," Sue interjected, a kind smile softly stretching her face. "All that's left here is legal mumbo jumbo. You've done everything you possibly can."

"I just feel like I need to help in some way. Either here or with Bella. I just..."

"You can't help anyone if you don't take care of yourself, Bean," her brother interrupted. "I promise we've got everything handled here, kid."

After much insistence and a lot of back-and-forth, Spencer finally agreed to take her afternoon off and head back home. But loneliness was quick to follow as soon as she was by herself. It sank its claws into her throat and started a never-ending stream of tears that stained her cheeks. Helplessness gripped her chest, nagging at her mind and reminding her of all the things she couldn't do.

Before she knew it, the afternoon had slowly shifted into night, and Spencer's eyes had fluttered shut in the hospital parking lot. Now, with less weight in her heart and a tight knot in her neck, she sputtered her truck to life and started her trip back home, where she would most likely repeat the same process all over again.

When she got there, the house was eerily quiet, and the cold seeped into her bones as though winter was still scratching its way to the surface. But she knew why it felt that way, and she knew it would be like that for a long time.

Other than Sue, Spencer couldn't get Seth and Leah out of her head. Not only had they been sprung into the supernatural world in such a dramatic way, but they had also lost their father and had not been able to say goodbye. She wondered if they were scared or angry, if a part of them felt guilty. She knew she did, and she couldn't imagine how heavy it had to weigh on their own hearts and minds.

She was typing their house number when her house phone suddenly rang in her hand, startling her. "Hello?" she said through the phone.

"Spencer, hi, it's uh, Bella," the Swan girl stammered in her usual fashion. "I heard about... I'm so sorry."

"Thanks, Bella," she smiled sadly, swallowing down the knot that threatened to close her throat. "Are you okay? Sam told me what happened this morning."

"Yeah, I'm okay. It was just a horrible accident," Bella answered quickly. "But I'm fine now. I was actually calling about something else."

"Oh. Uh, what is it?"

"Do you think you could come over right after the funeral?"

"To your house?" Spencer questioned. "Why?"

"I think there's someone you should see."