Note: The prompt was: Would Carlisle have saved Bella when Tyler's crashed into her and Edward didn't save her?

And then spiraled into this — whatever this was!

If it isn't obvious, I wrote this while cramming my lecture and laboratory hematology quizzes and then I have like 50 slides to study for my histology class @ 3 AM!!!!

So, i have every excuse why this might be incoherent to you lots. But I do miss writing this two and i was brainfarting and I thought this would be the perfect time to write a short bellisle fic!!!

The way I stumbled upon the circumstances have always been unintended. And I was invariably the unfortunate one tasked to stop and make a decision between life and death. Yet, all the same, I despised being given that choice, all with the same results. In retrospect, I wasn't really given a choice. Not by my conscience. And most certainly, not by my emotions. Loneliness could cripple a man. But to a being like me destined to outlive all men? I was atrophied.

Two hundred years of being alone, I was bound to make a companion. And when I was presented with the opportunity by Elizabeth Masen, I could not refuse. How could I? How dare I? It was hardly borne out of desperation. But the temptation of finally having someone to understand me overwhelmed my rationale.

I couldn't say I regretted turning them. Only that I was despaired about how they met their end.

With my desire for companionship satiated, I did not find any urge to turn another expiring soul. I was a doctor — I witnessed people on the precipice of death all the time. I could spare sympathy, sadness, and disappointment to my patients. It was a difficult profession but treating them was different from Damnation.

Emmett would the last, I swore. He had been served as an ultimatum by Rosalie. 'Turn him and I'll forgive you.'

That was 1935.

I thought he'd be the last one. I believed he was the last one.

That was until I found this half-dead human girl laying on a hospital bed as the staff rushed to take care of her. Half-dead. I could tell by how faint the fluttering of her heart was. She was running out of time.

I stared at the girl in the midst of the turmoil. Blood coated her face, her features obscured and her skin already turning ashen. The smell of blood numbed me long ago. Even now still, but I couldn't ignore the scent of freesias that filled the room as the white canvas of the hospital bed was painted with crimson. There was so much blood.

Spine cord fracture. Broken pelvis, crushed ribs. Contusions and lacerations around her face and torso. Compression of stomach that had a very high chance of the rupturing of her abdominal aorta ...

The list went on. Her survival rate was abysmal.

Though the surgeries were successful, she fell into a coma. I knew then she wouldn't wake up. Chief Swan, the father of the girl, was hoping for a miracle. I did, too.

"Please save her, Doc." Chief's eyes were bloodshot. "Do anything in your power, please."

How many times have I heard such a plea from the families of my patients? Thousands over the course of the century and I only fell for one. I thought about Edward ... my eyes strayed to the comatosed human girl, watching her carefully. She would be perfect for him. Though, I was afraid I would make the same mistake with Rosalie.

"I'll see what I can do."

I despised how young they always were. Edward, Rosalie, Emmett. Lives barely lived. Promising youths who could have been something in each of their own worlds. And yet, somehow I was there in all of theirs, converging in their paths like some kind of angel of death.

And now, this girl. I was, once again, faced with the same decision.

I slid the door close behind me. The beeps of the contraptions that was keeping her alive were loud. I stopped at the edge of the hospital bed and looked down at the sleeping human girl. Bella Swan. Isabella Swan. Isabella Cullen. It felt wrong of me to already call her that. I didn't know this child. But I'd spent hours studying her patient profile, wondering and wondering. And deciding.

Her face was peaceful, her wavy hair a dark halo around her. Immortality would make her otherworldly, I thought idly as I leant down to further look at her. I could see the reason behind the fuss around this young newcomer. Sweet features. Finely arched brows and an elegant mouth. She was a very pretty girl. She would be striking to be seen with Edward.

I closed my eyes.

"Forgive me, sweet girl..." I tucked the mahogany tresses of her hair in her ear, making way for her neck. I lifted her up, scooping her by the nape as I sat on the bed to cradle her. My mouth hovered over her faint pulse, giving a tiny lick on her skin before digging my sharp teeth into her carotid.

She was still but her muscles convulsed under my touch. As I bit into her wrist, her lashes fluttered and she seemed to watch me under her lashes. I pressed a kiss onto her hair once I was finished.

"Sleep and I'll see you in three days time."

I watched Bella Swan change over the course of her turning. Her scarred face began to smooth, new tissues growing into the layers. I could see her features more closely. Her broken bones mended and clicked into place. Her hair thickened and curled. My family was ecstatic; Edward was on edge and couldn't stay still.

I smiled in satisfaction.

Yes, this would complete our coven.

When her heart began to trot until it stopped, I waited and held my breath.

I hadn't expected my heart, undead and dormant as it had been for the last three hundred years, to skip as my eyes laid upon an immortalized Isabella Swan the first time. I held my hand out to her. Her crimson eyes stared up at me in wonder, her fingertips caressed my palm. I shivered.

We stared at each other unblinkingly.

I felt strange. It was as though my chest was alive. As though it was bursting and tightening. And it had no reason to be when my bonded mate was on the other side of the room waiting for her new daughter.

I was surprised when she took my hand, and pressed it to her cheek. She enjoyed the feel of my palm. Her eyelids fluttered shut. I let out a breathless chuckle. My thumb stroked her cheekbones. Her lips parted. Beautiful. I could stare at her forever. She kissed the palm of my hand as she kept my hand cradled in her cheek. Her scarlet eyes were heated and dark, face sweet and lustful.

"Sweet girl..." I said, pained.

Her soon to be bonded mate was just outside the door waiting to meet her.

Gods, had I known the outcome would be like this, I would never have turned her.

I ... I had thought she would be Edward's.

I reached for her hand and kissed it reverently.

"My sweet girl..." I whispered brokenly. I was helpless when she smiled, and venom stung my eyes.

She nodded to me. "Yours."

My hand was lost in the thickness of her hair.

I could hear the shuffling behind the door. Their mutterings of impatience. All far away. The doorknob clicked open and the wood swung as quick as the events unfolded.

I groaned in Bella's mouth. Mine.

"Carlisle —"