Okay, firstly, sorry that took so long but I had heaps of homework and apparently school is supposed to come first (why?!) and also, all with be revealed in the next chapter (which will take nowhere near that long).

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"What happened?!" I asked, rushing downstairs to where the sound had come from. Alice was shaking and crying, hysterical. "Alice what's wrong?!"
"He's bleeding!" she shrieked.
"Calm down," I stroked the hair out of her face. "Who's bleeding, sweetheart?"
She choked on her on sobs. "Carlisle!"
I almost tripped over my own feet as I ran to the kitchen.

"Carlisle!" I yelped.
"I'm okay, love, it's just a little cut. It'll be fine." He was holding his hand under the running tap. The water ran red.
"What happened?!" I hurried to his side. There was blood on the bench, on the floor, Carlisle was covered in it and so was Garrett.
Kate's husband was shaking almost as much as Alice was. He was frozen to the spot.
"It's my fault," he told me, almost as though he was pleading although I don't know what for.
"Garrett, it's okay," Carlisle told him, smiling. He didn't respond. "Breath, Garrett. You're holding your breath."
"I'm sorry," he cried. His voice shook almost as much as he did.
"It's not your fault. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time; it was nobody's fault."
"But I-I-I-"
"Stop." Even after all our years of being married I was still surprised at how calm my husband was. "I need you to pick the knife up, okay? Before somebody stands on it."
Garrett nodded and slowly removed it from the ground, placing it on the bench.
I finally found my voice again. "What did you do?" I asked him, gently pulling his arm out from under the flow so I could see. The gash ran up the side of his hand and about halfway up his forearm. I felt slightly sick and forced myself to swallow.
He put it back under the water.
Garrett doubled over and gagged into the rubbish bin.
"Alistair," Carlisle called out. There was no response. "Dammit. Esme can you help him please?"
"No- I'm fine," his friend mumbled.
Carlisle met my eyes for a second then glanced at Garrett. I shook my head; I was not leaving him when he was like this.
He sighed. "Honey- ugh, fine. Can you please pass me that then?" He gestured to the tea-towel which lay next to the knife. I handed it to him. He started wrapping it around his hand, slowing the bleeding a bit.
"Sweetie let me do that," I tried to take it from him so he wouldn't have to move it too much.
"No, it's okay for now."
I thought he was upset with me until I realised he was just worried about Garrett. He made him sit at the table and used the cloth on the sink to wipe his hands clean. I hadn't realised how much of it Garrett actually had on him. He looked like he was going to be sick.
"I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Alistair was suddenly with us, checking Garrett to try and find the bleeding. "Carlisle what do I do?!"
This was the most frantic I had ever seen him.
"Calm down, he's fine. It's not his blood," Carlisle told him evenly.
Alistair looked at me.
"It's mine, Alistair," he told him.
"Then sit down! Jesus Carlisle…"
He was starting to bleed through the towel.
"What did you do?" he asked him.
"It was my fault," Garrett whimpered. "I slipped and-and-and-"
"It's okay, alright?"
"No it's not! I cut you and now you're bleeding and vampires DON'T BLEED CARLISLE! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!"
"It's nothing a few stitches won't fix."
"But…" he seemed lost as to what to say.
"But nothing, if you don't get a grip and go and get changed, Kate is going to freak out."
"Okay," he said in a small voice, getting up.
"You have to go to a doctor, you can't put stiches in yourself, you need to-" Alistair apparently wasn't done panicking.
"Oh my god you two are such drama queens," Carlisle grumbled.
"You cant-"
"Well then I'll get someone else to do it. It's not a big deal, just, everyone stop freaking out." He must have seen the worry reflected on my face because he smiled at me and laughed. "Seriously, it's not like I'm dying. It's just a cut." He went back to the sink and washed it again.
Me and Alistair looked at each other.
"Esme are you any good at sewing?" he chuckled. I think he was teasing, but I wasn't sure.
"No. NO. I'm not doing that to you. I can't-" I shuddered at the thought of having to hurt him. "I can't do it," I whispered, disappointed in myself.
"Never mind, love, it doesn't matter."
"I'm not doing it either," Alistair yelped.
Carlisle laughed again.
He rolled his eyes.
"No, me neither!" Edward yelled from the longue, reading Carlisle's thoughts. "No way."
"Here, give me your arm," Carmen said, coming in holding some kind of special thread and needle. "Are we doing this with or without pain relief."
"Without," he told her surely.
"Um, Carlisle, it's going to hurt like hell," she warned.
"I know, but if I take it I'll be sick again, so I'd rather not."
She looked uncertain and bit her lip. "Okay…"
"I'm not watching this," Alistair mumbled, slithering around the corner.
"Baby," Carlisle teased. I couldn't help but smiled when he smiled genuinely for what seemed like the first time in forever.
"You be quiet," his friend quipped.
"And keep still," Carmen pleaded.

I couldn't look as she did it so I put my arms around him the best I could without getting in the way and watched the floor, willing myself not to cry. I felt him become tense every couple of second which must have been as each stitch was put in.
"Almost done," she mumbled, concentrating.
"You did well, sweetie." I reached up to kiss him but he seemed distant. "Hey," I squeezed his hand. "Carlisle? Are you alright?"
There was a few frightening seconds where he didn't respond and I thought he was going to faint again.
"Ah, yeah, I'm okay," he smiled but I could see it was fake.
"All done," Carmen told him, pulling her hands away and going to stand with Eleazar.
"That made me feel sick and I'm five feet away," her husband mumbled. She elbowed his playfully. The air became tense as we all waited to see what Carlisle would do.
After a minute or so he snapped out of whatever daze he was in and began wiping the bench clean.
"Carlisle, no. I'll do that," I told him, worried he would only hurt himself more. He stopped but didn't seem to realise I needed the cloth. "Sweetie, give me this and go sit down, okay?" I carefully unwound his fingers from around it. "Carlisle…?" I reached up and brushed his hair off his face. I was about to ask him if he really was alright because he looked far from it; he was a lot paler than he had been a few moments before and his eyes were unfocused.
"Where's Alice?" he asked suddenly before I had a chance to open my mouth. I almost laughed at the randomness of the question.
"I don't know, love. Why?"
"She was upset. I upset her…" he looked down at his feet.
"Honey, you didn't upset her, she just got scared, that's all. Don't worry about it, okay?" He didn't respond so I kissed him. "Okay?" I repeated, holding his face in my hands.
This time he nodded.
"I'll deal to this, you um, sort him out," Carmen whispered.
I smiled gratefully and slid my fingers through Carlisle's good hand. "Come here, honey."
"W-where are we going?" he looked a little bit scared which confused me a lot.
"Where do you want to go?" I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer so our noses were touching.
He said something but all I could focus on was how cute his stutter was.
"What was that?" I asked, straightening the collar of his shirt.
"Can we go hunting…?" He fidgeted nervously. I frowned.
"Are you sure you can?"
"No, not really…"
I thought for a moment. "How about we get some donated blood from the hospital? That might be easier." As I said it I knew he wouldn't agree.
He shook his head and looked at the floor.
I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of him even if it was going to be difficult. "Do you want to try then?" I asked carefully, secretly hoping he would wait another few days. The thought of my Carlisle going too far away from the house frightened me more than it usually did.
"I don't know," he mumbled, biting his lip. I could see that he was becoming upset but I didn't know what about.
"You okay?" I rubbed the tops of his arms. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just…confused." He wiped his hand across his face and then pulled at the edge of his bandage.
"About what?" I asked gently, stilling his hands. He slid his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand. He was still too warm. I reached up to put my free hand against his forehead but he pulled back before I could touch him.
"Everything. I'm cold all the time even though you say I'm too hot, my balance is terrible, whenever someone touches me it hurts and I'm bleeding-" he stopped mid-sentence and glanced up at me. His eyes were wide with either fear or excitement but I could tell which. "Holy shit. I'm bleeding." He sounded shocked, completely blown out of the water by it.
I almost laughed. "Sweetie, did it really take that long to sink in?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It unnerved me to see Carlisle unsure about something; I wasn't used to it. He protected me.
"Esme, to bleed you need to have a heartbeat to pump the blood out, otherwise nothing would happen."
I was lost for words as I tried to let that sink in.