OME.............. sorry it took so long. I really didn't know how to go with this chapter, so I had to look up all of these medical instruments and find what would fit, and think about how Bella would react, and Carlisle, and Edward.... anyway, a very long thought process. The next chapteer will be better, since my Bella POV ones always seem to be liked better. I'm as sick as a dog right now, so enjoy!

She looked so fragile as I carried her through the forest. Her face was pale white, almost as much as mine, with a light sheen of sweat that made her wet hair cling to it. There were bruises around her neck where Charlie had grabbed her, turning a light purple. I felt a surge of anger at that last thought, and willed my legs to go faster, even though I was already in overdrive.

Blood ran down her leg and stained mine, but I could barely smell or feel it.

He had shot her.

She tried to kill herself.

Both were my fault. If only I hadn't left her.... If only I hadn't held back. Emmett would've been fine restraining Jasper on his own, but I went to make sure. All of the fault lies with me.

But I wouldn't make the same mistake next time. The fact that he would try again was inevitable. But she would remain safe, and Charlie will be gone.

Edward!

My head snapped up at the sound of Alice's voice. I've told Carlisle what happened. He'll be ready when you bring her in.

Just then I saw the opening ahead of me, and burst out of the trees and through the front door.

Carlisle met me there, and took her in his arms. Bella just then finally came out of her blank stare up at the ceiling, and her eyes focused on Carlisle. He looked down at her and smiled. "Hello, Bella. I'm Carlisle, Edward's father. I'm going to fix your leg."

Her eyes shot to mine, diluted with fear. I took her hand gently. "He's not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to leave."

The look of panic calmed slightly, though her eyes still retained the hardness of it. Carlisle carried her over to the kitchen table and set her down gently on top of it. On one of the chairs was his bag, and he reached in and pulled a needle out. Bella jumped at the sight.

"I'm just going to numb your leg," Carlisle said gently. "I'd doubt you want to go through any more pain."

Bella began to lie back slowly on the table, and closed her eyes. I moved to wake her up again, but Carlisle stopped me. Don't. She'll be fine. She doesn't have a concussion, miraculously.

I relaxed slightly, but stiffened as Carlisle removed the strip of my t- shirt that had been wrapped around her leg. Dear God!

The wound was about the size of a quarter, and bright red. Blood was still leaking out, and you could see the shot had gone deep. He must've been standing right beside her when he fired. The bullet went almost clear through.

He looked up at me. What kind of gun was she shot with?

"I'm not sure, but it seems to be a sharpshooter," I murmured. Carlisle nodded, and injected the medicine into her leg. Bella gasped, her eyes flying open again. The needle had woken her up. "Just relax," I said quietly.

She attempted to close her eyes again, but stopped when she saw Carlisle pulling tools out of his bag. A pair of grasping forceps, tweezers, a retractor, and surgical hemostats. Of course, I already knew what all of these things were for, but to her, it must've seemed like we were going to chop her leg off. I had to calm her down before she began to freak. Leaning in close, in breathed in her face. "Bella, go to sleep."

She relaxed a little when I told her this, but not enough. "Bella," I said again. "He's not going to hurt you. You won't feel a thing. Go to sleep, love."

She just looked at me. "I want to be awake for this."

I raised my eyebrows at her comment. "Why?"

She looked down, as if embarrassed, then up at me through her eyelashes. "Because... I'm afraid to close my eyes." She got very quiet at the end, so that even I had to strain my ears t hear her.

I put my hand under her chin, and made her look at me. "I'm not going to let him come near you again." She nodded, but still looked unsure. "What about you?" she muttered, almost to herself. "What will happen to you?"

"I'll be fine," I said, hiding a smile. "I have a very hard head."

Carlisle chuckled softly. She might not want to look. And I need to start right now, or the blood loss may become critical, if not already.

My brow furrowed. "Bella. I promise, I swear on my existence that I will not leave your side the entire you are asleep. Go to sleep."

She was about to protest when all of a sudden a wave of exhaustion swept through, and she slumped over. I looked out the window to see Jasper within the shadows of the forest, looking at me apologetically. I snarled.

Don't worry, he reassured me. I've regained control. I'm not going to harm her.

I glared. "Even so, stay away from here." He nodded, and walked away. I looked over at Carlisle, who immediately got to work.

It will be continued, though the next chapter will be in Bella's POV since I need to throw a bit of her thought process in this too......

So sorry about this one taking so long!!!!!