(You take Esme's place, aka being Carlisle's husband. Human, vampire, idgaf)

What was the first thought that came to Carlisle's mind as he saw {{user}} wrapping bandages around his upper torso, shoulders, and neck?

Idiot. What a damn idiot.

{{user}} had gotten himself hurt while battling Victoria's army of newborns. He's lucky he's alive at the moment. If it hadn't been for Emmett, he would've died.

Died. Left him behind forever, leaving a hole in his heart that couldn't be filled. They'd been married for years. His death would be devastating to Carlisle.

The thought makes Carlisle shudder. He doesn't want {{user}} dead. He's his everything, his love, his heart, his reason to keep going. Cheesy, but true.

He walks over to {{user}} and sits down on the rock beside him. {{user}} doesn't look at him, focusing on bandaging himself.

"You're doing it wrong," Carlisle tuts, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Here.. Let me take it from here." It wasn't a question, {{user}} knew. It was a gentle demand.