Plop…plop…plop… as Carlisle sat by the bedside, he found the dripping of solution into Bella's IV line to be calming. His multifunctional brain was using his enhanced senses to monitor her condition far more effectively than any human machine could do. His supernatural hearing was so superior that he could monitor the very blood flowing through her veins and know the moment it became impeded by any clots. At the same time his brain was processing everything he refused to let himself feel when Bella was counting on him to save her life. He was the very statue Bella had often thought the Cullen's resembled. Elbows resting on his thighs, head in his hands, Carlisle prayed for Bella's recovery and thanked God for getting him to her in time. The memory of Bella lying on his family's kitchen floor, a far too large puddle of blood surrounding his daughter, refused to leave him. From the moment he had first met Bella after the car accident that should have claimed her life, he had been intrigued by her. She was the only woman to ever draw his first son's curiosity in such a way. He remembered how Esme had reacted with such awe and hope when she learned Bella was nervous to meet them – not because they were dangerous creatures – but because she wanted the Cullen's to like her. Very quickly Bella had wormed her way into their hearts. To Carlisle and Esme, Bella was as much their daughter as she was Renee and Charlie's. Finally, as he remembered the stark terror in Bella's eyes that had changed to such trust with the simple knowledge that he was there, Carlisle broke down into gut wrenching sobs.
Stifling the sound of his pain with a hand, and coursing the venom that refused to fall from his eyes, Carlisle attempted to get a hold of himself. His knowledge as a doctor gave him pain as a father – there was no doubt in his mind that Bella was minutes away from death when he found her. And the threat had been entirely human. He could no longer comprehend how they had ever thought their daughter would be better off without them.
Still attempting to rein in his emotions, no easy task as the vampire in him needed to lash out; he was almost caught by surprise when Bella's steady breathing pattern began to change. Reaching out to rest his hand over her forehead, he was relieved to feel her temperature holding steady. Her lungs still pushed air through her body without difficulty and there was no indication of clots forming in her blood. Knowing Bella would be awakening soon, he headed for his office to retrieve the pain medicine she would surely need. While there, he took stock of the blood supply. He was hesitant to give her another transfusion so soon, but if her heart continued to work as hard as it still was, he would have little choice in the matter.
Returning to the bedroom, he set the medication supplies on the night stand and contemplated the call he would need to make to his family soon. Checking his phone, he was surprised by Alice's continued silence. Surely she would have seen some part of the evening's horrors…no matter, when Bella awakened from the anesthesia, and he was more certain she would remain stable; he could safely take the time to inform his family.