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Chapter 6

Carlisle POV

The night passed and morning came uneventfully. Esme would be here soon to visit Bella.

I went in to change her bandages. She was still sleeping peacefully. Good, she needed to heal.

I tended to all her other injuries first, saving her stomach till last. As I peeled away the bandages I cringed at the site of the words. Because the edges were so ragged she have some scarring.

I put a new bandage on and pulled the blanket up under her petite arms.

Just then, Esme knocked on the door. I let her in, beckoning her to be quiet. She was holding a bunch of balloons with 'Get Well Soon' written on them in bold lettering.

I chuckled quietly. Of course Esme would bring balloons. I pecked her on the cheek and said hello.

"Hello to you too stranger," she giggled. She glanced at Bella. "The poor thing," she said, gazing at the site of all the machines.

I sighed. "She should wake up soon," I told Esme. Just as I said this her eyelids fluttered open.

"Hello sleepyhead!" I said playfully.

"Hello," she replied, yawning.

"This is my wife, Esme," I told her.

"Hi Esme," said Bella, smiling.

"Hello Bella," Esme replied. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Fine." I eyed her sceptically.

"Really?" I asked her, putting my 'doctor' voice on.

"Okay, fine! My stomach is burning and I have a headache the size of Russia! Happy?" she asked me grumpily.

"Yes," I said as I added some morphine to her drip.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Esme asked her, sitting in the chair beside her bed.

"I like to read," she replied. I tuned out when they started discussing the portrayal of women in Jane Eyre. I left them to their conversation and went to go talk to the nurse on Bella's case.

When I returned, Esme and Bella were talking about global warming and the effects of mining. I chuckled.

"What?" they both asked. I laughed again.

"You two are such old souls," I said, laughing at the irony. They joined in.

We were laughing together when Bella started coughing. Esme and I stopped instantly and I rushed over to Bella and gently helped her to a sitting position.

I had to support her as her abdominal muscles were torn when the knife pierced her stomach and were still healing. I gently rubbed her back until she stopped.

"Ow," she whispered hoarsely as I lowered her back onto the pillow and started checking all her wounds to make sure they hadn't reopened.

I saw Esme flinch at the site of her stomach when I unwound the bandage.

I wrapped it up again and looked at Bella. She was staring at the dream catcher on the heart monitor. She was smiling.

"Thankyou," she said, her eyes glistening with tears. I just smiled at her. Then she yawned.

"Sleepy?" I asked.

"A little." Then another yawn escaped her mouth.

"How about I tell you a story?" asked Esme.

Bella nodded and started to yawn again. Esme started telling her the story of Peter Pan while I added some more pain medication to her IV. She was asleep almost instantly.

As Esme and I left the room I asked her what she was thinking.

"She is the sweetest child. Could we adopt her Carlisle? She has no family and I would hate to think that she would have to go to an orphanage after this terrible ordeal?"

"Of course Esme, but we will have to ask the others."

"Yes, of course. Oh, I have so much to do!" she said, and started going on about renovating. I smiled. How I loved my wife.

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