BPOV
His eyes were such a beautiful emerald green, I could easily get lost in them. At this moment they were filled with confusion and pity. The finger I wrapped around his was steady, his shook. I took a deep breath and whispered Thank you, pulling the trigger I felt such a sense of relief.
EPOV
No!
EMPOV
Crack.
Shit gunshot, shit.
"Em run faster!" Rose and Alice weren't as fast, praying to god she isn't dead I force my legs to run harder.
"Get Doc!" For once even my mind was devoid of humour… he wouldn't have, I may label him a killer but even he wouldn't shoot such a fragile creature. God Edward what have you done?!
BPOV
You would think it would hurt more. The force caused me to land on my back, looking up the tress were so pretty I missed my childhood days of staring up at them with such wonder as they changed from gold to green. My mind was flitting to the weirdness thoughts. Edward, the killer well I guess he was now my saviour was screaming for help trying to stop the bleeding. So much blood the sight and smell of it made me dizzy, ironic here I am dying and I am considering fainting from my own blood. I giggled slightly, hmmm hysterics… I like it. The world was turning such pretty colours now the tress swam into one beautiful reddish colour mixing with the bronze tilts of my saviour's hair as he dashed in and out of view. Sighing, content, I closed my eyes for the last time ignoring his silly cry of protest, he would get over whatever he had on me besides he was the one who wanted me dead in the first place how dare he protest, ah men such confusing creatures. The only regret was I couldn't get back to the hospital in time, but this was better this way no more pain and I could finally move on and leave this world behind.
EPOV
I couldn't believe she pulled the trigger and was now lying dying on the ground and I felt pure fear? I didn't have time to analyse why she was dying were the hell was Carlisle.
Trying to stem the bleeding I pushed sharply on her chest, my own tightening painfully at the sight of her acceptance of death. I didn't care why I felt like I did all I knew was for the first in my life I was going to save the recipient of my bullet.
BPOV
I tried to swat the annoying fly on my chest, wait that's too much pressure what? Squinting ignoring the pain I saw Edward pushing on my chest.
"It's alright Bella, it will be just fine just hang in there baby" Baby? Hm, NO pushing his hands away I tried to move away more blood pouring out, good grim satisfaction filled me how dare he try to save me? Why can't I have peace in death?