Carlisle's POV
As soon as I smelled her blood I knew I had to get Edward out of here. I had smelled her open blood enough times to know it was her beyond a doubt. I wasn't worried that he would attacker her. No far from that. I was afraid of what it would do to him if he knew she was apparently the girl who was repeatedly trying to end her own life.
When I was sure Edward was far enough away, I followed Samuel to Bella. When I saw her so cold and white it broke my heart. The blood was still coming fast from her wrist, even through the thick white gauze they wrapped around the wound. I looked around to see what she could have done this with. Not far from her lay a bloody safety pin. I sighed. What had we done to her?
Bella's POV
I could hear people in my room. I felt it when they wrapped my arm up. I guess while I was crying, I had cut a little to deep. I hadn't meant to. This wasn't like with the pen. I simply wanted to feel better this time. I hadn't tried to kill myself. I just didn't want to think about his smile in the meadow.
I felt cold hands stroke my cheek. I realized they were wiping away tears. For some reason, these cold hands comforted me. They weren't like the other cold hands of the doctors here. They reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I felt something stick my arm and I hissed in pain. Then I stared to drift and I was almost certain I was flying. Then everything went black.