"Bella? Bella? Bella! Bella, please! Carlisle! Please help! Bella!"
Edward began to sob.
"Carlisle! Carlisle, please! Help! Help!"
Carlisle came bursting through the door.
"Oh dear god. What happened!"
"She was having a- a- nightmare and she wouldn't wa-wa-wakeup and then..."
Edward struggled with his words, still sobbing. He rested his head on Bella's cold body.
"Bella, Bella, please. Don't leave me."
Carlisle felt for her pulse.
"Edward! She's not dead!"
Edward jumped up at this.
"Please Carlisle! Help her before it is to late!"
"I'll do my best, Edward."
"Do better!"
Edward held Bella's head to his chest.
Carlisle took out a bottle of some kind and a needle. He filled the needle with the contents of the bottle, and stuck the needle in her neck.
"What is that?"
Edward muttered.
"Don't worry, I know what I am doing, Edward."
About five minutes later, Bella was showing signs of survival, she grunted and was moving.