"Be honest with me. I'm tired of begging for the truth." Crystal sighed as if I was the one who wanted to have the conversation in the first place. 
"Then hang up." I shrugged. 
Crystal groaned. "Can you at least try to be kind? I'm pouring my heart out to you."
"Crystal, I was kind enough to answer the damn phone. What more do you want from me? My soul?" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't be so dramatic. I love you." 
"And yet you still took advantage of me. Goodbye, Crys." I sighed before hanging up. 
At least I got one goodbye out of the way.
•♢•
It took a while for Rosalie to notice the thick smell of blood. She wasn't around humans yet so she didn't bother breathing at a normal pace. Once she smelled the blood she immediately was alarmed.
The only one who was supposed to be home was Blythe. 
Rosalie used her strength to break open the locked front door. The only thing she could hear was the slow heartbeat of her mate. 
"Blythe?" She got no response.
She vamped to the bathroom to find the injured girl in the bathtub. Submerged under red water. She pulled Blythe out of the water, pleased to find that Blythe was still conscious.
"I'm so sorry." Blythe coughed, spitting out a mouthful of water. Rosalie noticed that Blythe wore a black shirt with shorts. It was as if she knew she wasn't coming out of the bath without assistance. 
Blood dripped onto the floor, reminding Rosalie that something was wrong. Blythe had a wound somewhere.
"Blythe, what happened?" Rosalie couldn't find any source of a wound on the surface level. She didn't want to move and accidentally hurt Blythe even more. 
"I slipped, I think." Blythe coughed some more, this time spitting out blood.
"We have to get you to a hospital." Rosalie slid her arm under Blythe, preparing to lift her up.
"No no no. I can't, they'll call my dad and Bella and my mom." Blythe said.
"You need help."
"Just let me die please?" Blythe grabbed Rosalie's white shirt, creating a red stain. Tears rolled down the injured girl's cheeks. If Rosalie could cry, tears would have rolled down hers as well.
"I can't." Rosalie shook her head. She refused to live without her mate. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being selfish, but I can't let you die."
"Why not?" 
Rosalie's phone rang, startling the both of them. Rosalie quickly answered her adoptive father's call. "Carlisle there's so much blood, I don't know what to do."
"Where's the wound coming from?" Cars were honking in the background.
"I don't know. She won't tell me anything." Rosalie scanned Blythe once more.
"You can smell where the blood is coming from," Carlisle said.
"I can't." Rosalie didn't want to risk turning blood-crazed. 
"You won't hurt her. She's your mate." 
"Blythe, please?" Rosalie pleaded. 
Blythe closed her eyes trying to remember what happened to her. Everything was slowly fading, it was hard to think. "I slipped and hit my head on the bathtub. It really hurts Rose." Blythe weakly touched the back of her head where her injury was.
"I'll help you okay?" Rosalie placed her hand behind Blythe's, applying more pressure on the gushing wound. "Carlisle, please? Tell me what to do." 
"Cover the wound." He instructed. "I'm coming, but I need you to stabilize her and cover the wound until I show up. See if there's more than one injury."
"Where else does it hurt Blythe?" Rosalie was relieved when Blythe slowly opened her eyes.
"All over. But I... I feel something on my stomach." Blythe's voice was barely above a whisper. 
Rosalie lifted up Blythe's shirt, finding another bloody injury. "Carlisle there's another wound. A cut on her stomach."
"I wanted to speed up the process," Blythe whined.
"Would you like to turn her?" Carlisle was ignored.
"What process?"  Rosalie was afraid to ask knowing exactly what process her mate spoke of.
"Death." Blythe moved her hand from her head. It was completely stained red. "You weren't supposed to be here."
"Cover both wounds. Stabilize her head, and make sure her skull remains intact. I'm close by." 
"You're really pretty Rosalie." Blythe smiled softly. She was glad she got to see an angel before she passed. She always thought she'd die alone.  "Are you mad at me?" 
"No, no." Rosalie sniffled. She felt nothing but fear. Fear that Blythe was going to die in her arms.
"Rosalie, don't cry." Blythe wiped away a tear that dripped down Rosalie's face. It kind of burned when she touched it. 
Rosalie was surprised to realize that some strange substance dripped down her cheeks. Vampires didn't cry. 
"I'm not mad at you, just please hold on a little longer. Help is coming." Rosalie pleaded. "I'll do anything, just stay."
Blythe didn't respond. She closed her eyes and let her body relax.
Rosalie stared at the love of her life. She couldn't just watch her die. "Blythe?" She got no response. "Don't leave me."
"I'm sorry," Blythe whispered.
"I love you." Rosalie rested her head on Blythe's. "Just stay a little while longer."