I'm reposting this and deleting my OneStepAway account. I have trouble following through with things and a new account was no different lol.
A/N The original of this was a bit different and featured the bit from the book where Edward sings to Nessie with Bella in the background but I lost the notebook it was written in. So as a result its shorter and a lot less detailed. *shrugs* Enjoy.
Alice had whipped through the room, cleaning it spotless in a matter of minutes. Downstairs he could hear Rosalie and Jacob going at it as the rest of the family realised what had happened between his daughter and the dog. Cars continued to drive past on the highway as if nothing in the world had changed when everything had. As he stared at the broken, bruised, stretched and scarred body of Bella lying before him, he wondered at how the world could continue to go on so normally when his own personal universe teetered on the edge of ruin.
Silently, Alice returned to the room, a basin of water and a cloth in one hand. They had simply pulled a sheet up over Bella's body until the inside changes began to be reflected on the outside. Though her wounds had been closed by the venom, she remained bloodied and battered. Alice pulled the sheet back slightly and began washing her arms. Edward was on his feet and had taken over in the blink of an eye.
"I'll do that," he said, not harshly. Alice smiled sadly at him. Bella would be fine, she knew, but that didn't make it any easier for Edward, knowing what she must be going through. His face wasn't the agonised mask he had worn the last week but it was grim, as she knew it would remain until he knew for certain that his wife would be fine. Alice didn't try to convince him, she knew he wasn't ready to here it yet. Instead she just left him to it and darted back downstairs to try to mediate between Rosalie and Jacob.
Edward gently washed away the blood from Bella's arms and chest. The small bite Renesmee had given her was already healed over and you could barely see it. If everything had gone right, in a three days time Bella's body would hold no evidence that it had ever carried his child. Her stomach would be flat, her cracked ribs would have healed and the great big bruises that covered her abdomen would have vanished.
He pulled the sheet further down, washing away the blood that had poured from her when they cut her open to get out his daughter. He knew it had barely been an hour ago but he couldn't help but fret over her battered body. Though her heart beat strongly and her breathing came and went in a steady stream, she looked more fragile than he had ever seen her, lying on the metal surgical table.
He replayed the time from when he first heard Renesmee's thoughts til when Rosalie took her downstairs. His daughter. A baby. The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, the only exception being her equally beautiful mother. He thought of everything Renesmee represented; the greatest gift he could give Bella and the most monstrous thing he had inflicted on her, right at the top of a very long list.
He washed the rest of Bella's body and pulled a clean fresh sheet up over her chest til it rested just under her chin. She was still. She hadn't moved, hadn't even flinched. He slumped over, let his forehead rest against her shoulder. He breathed in her scent. Morphine mixed heavily with it, tainting the intoxicating aroma. His tilted his head slightly to press his lips against her throat and offered up a prayer to whoever might be listening that she come through this alright.