Carlisle sat at the kitchen table with Bella. "You're bored, Bella, and I'm bored," he complained. "Why did Edward want me to babysit, I am boring!" Bella huffed.
"He knows you're more responsible than Rosalie, Jasper, or Emmett. He doesn't want me to escape."
"Oh," said Carlisle. "Well…do you want to play 'Hospital'?" he asked. Bella shrugged.
"How do you play?"
"Oh, you just lie down on this table…"
1 HOUR LATER
"Bella!" called Edward. "I'm back!" He smelled her blood, and followed the scent. Bella was lying on the kitchen table, her stomach open. She seemed to be asleep. Carlisle was leaning over her with a scalpel. "W-what are you doing?" questioned Edward.
"Oh!" said Carlisle in surprise. "You're home. I'm doing some exploratory surgery to pass the time."
"ON BELLA?!" screeched Edward, running to her. She suddenly woke up.
"Wha- did…did the anesthetic stop working? Do I have a tumor?" she muttered sleepily. Edward sighed and began to help his father in stitching up Bella's open abdomen.