BPOV:
The smell and sight of blood were becoming too much for me to handle. It was all I could do to call his name out as I started to fall to the floor.
When I woke up about an hour later, I was on the couch in Edward's office. I yelped as I felt a sharp pain in my back. He walked in a few moments later, and the look on his face was a combination of panic and concern. I would have never imagined someone like him being panicked over any thing, including me.
"Bella, let me look at your back. I have to see the extent of the damage she did. I need you to take your shirt off."
"What did you just say?"
He sat down on the couch next to me and looked into my eyes. I could not pull myself away.
"I'm trying to help you. Let me see your back."
I reluctantly pulled at the hem of my shirt and drew it over my head. I was rather thankful that I had chosen to wear my best bra today.
It was black with lace trimming. The design gave me great cleavage.
While I was turning to let him look at my back, I heard a gasp slip from his mouth.
"What are these all over your back, Bella?"
"Um, just a few scars."
"Just a few? I can count at least a dozen."
"Don't pay them any attention. That's just part of my past."
"Who did this to you?"
I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyebrows were close together, the look in his eyes was almost murderous.
"It was my ex. He liked to take his aggression out on me when he had the opportunity."