As she lay on the kitchen floor, praying Carlisle reached her before she bled out, Bella was fairly certain she had never been more afraid for her life. Even when she was certain James would kill her. At least then she had been thinking only of saving her mother, and then begging Edward not to seek revenge. Here, she had nothing to distract her from the pain radiating through her side and forehead. She was focused on lying as still as she could, keeping her breathing as quiet as possible. She was terrified the men would realize she wasn't dead and finish the job. She had just sent her last message to Carlisle; it was definitely getting harder for her to focus on the phone's screen. Bella figured that was the blood loss catching up to her. Already the men were making their way back in the house after dragging the living room tv out to their vehicle. Fighting off the blackness that threatened her vision, she listened carefully for any sign that Carlisle had arrived.
Rolph and Donnie walked back in the house not worrying over the noise they made. After all, there was no one but the dead girl to hear. "That's the last of the electronics man, I think the only room we haven't cleaned out is the doc's office. Bet he's got a bunch of drugs up there we can get some good cash for." "Good, lets grab whatever he has up there and get the heck outta here. I'm starting to get creeped out every time I step over that girl you killed." Rolph scoffed as the two headed up the stairs, "Don't be such a baby Donnie. With this haul we won't have to worry about working for several years and won't anyone know it was us who shot her". The men reached the level the doc's office was on and had just started down the hall when Donnie could have sworn he heard the screech of car breaks over the downpour. He began to turn around and check it out when a white blur streaked past him and he heard a loud thud as something hit the floor. Turning back, he had barely comprehended that Rolph was on the floor with his neck skewed, when he felt cold hands grasp his head, heard a horrifying crack as his own neck was snapped and his world faded to black. He was dead before his body ever hit the wooden floorboards.
After ending the threats to his daughter, Carlisle couldn't spare the time to quell the rage that had entered him at the sight of Bella lying on the kitchen floor. Instead he forced it to the back of his mind and focused on saving her life. Already, her heart was working far harder than was prudent. He had raced straight past her, needing to prevent the men from hurting Bella further. Finding them outside his office, he knew his next priority was assessing the state of his supplies before treating Bella. She would need the blood that was hopefully still within the room. Upon their return to Forks, Carlisle had decided it prudent to have everything on hand to treat any emergency condition that might befall Bella. Entering the room, he thanked God that it appeared untouched. From the amount of blood that was already pooled around Bella, and the location of the wound, he was pretty certain the bullet had struck her spleen. Surgery was a must to repair such a wound. Monitoring the sound of Bella's heartbeat, he made quick work of gathering blood, sedatives, and surgical equipment, before hustling back downstairs where he turned the family's dining table into a surgical suite in the blink of an eye. The next beat of Bella's heart found Carlisle on his knees beside the injured girl.
"Bella, oh sweetheart". Bella heard Carlisle speak to her a moment before she felt his cold hand against her cheek. Instantly, she felt the terror recede as a sense of safety cocooned her. She knew Carlisle would allow nothing to befall her in his presence. Forcing her eyes open through the lethargy that made thinking difficult, Bella focused her vision on the venom filled orbs that were sweeping over her body, cataloging her injuries. She couldn't help crying out when Carlisle lifted her into his arms. He was gentle, but the slightest movement sent lighting forking through her side. "Deep breathes for me honey, slow and easy, like this" Carlisle encouraged Bella to follow his breathing as he carried her over to the table. He hated that she was in pain, but her condition was severe. If he had hesitated at all in getting to her, he had no doubt she would have bled out. He needed to get her hooked up to an IV and start the blood transfusions before he had the luxury of considering her comfort. Laying her out on the table, he quickly did just that. Then, pressing bandages to the wound with one hand, he prepared the sedative with the other before administering it into her IV. "You going to be just fine baby girl" Carlisle took a moment to cradle Bella's cheek in his hand as she slipped into oblivion, then began his fight to save her life.