Everything happened so fast, too fast for you to comprehend, besides the fact it was your birthday and you were spending it with your boyfriend Edward and the rest of his family.

Everything had been perfect, you walked down the stairs with Edward of the Cullen's home, ignoring Rosalie's glaring gaze, she never did like you. Jealousy in its finest, but you never said your thoughts out loud. The floors and tables had dimly lit candles to light up the room a little, besides a small dim lit lamp in the background, you had already told everyone you didn't want a party, didn't want presents..you just wanted to get the day over with, but no one could rein Alice, she loved you to pieces.

You had been given gifts, and as you went to open the gift from Carlisle and Esme, you accidentally got a paper cut from the gift wrap, the blood trickled out gently, sliding down your finger and dropping onto the small parchment of carpet, And Jasper's gaze hardened.. Edward had noticed immediately and moved in front of you, giving you a gentle nudge back, but with his super-human strength: he accidentally flung you into a wall, while holding jasper back with the help of Emmet, Alice trying to calm Jasper down, your arm was sliced by the glass of the photo that once hung on the wall behind you, blood pooled out of the large scrape and slight tear where small glass shards pricked deeper into the skin.

When Jasper was out of the room, Edward looked back at you, but it looked like he wanted to yell, he looked pissed..he was glaring, it made your heart sink.. did you really ruin everything?

Now here you say in Carlisle's office, his hand gently clasped on the underside of your upper arm, his metal tweezers gently picking the small glass shards out of the now cleaned yet still bloody wound, trying his best not to hurt you.. your gaze lowered in shame for the trouble you felt like you caused..a small noise of pain croaked out of your throat as you spoke up: “..i-.. I never wanted to have a party,” you told Carlisle, keeping your gaze down.

Carlisle's eyes flickered up to meet yours as he stopped treating your wound monetarily with a small breathy chuckle. “It's not your fault.” He told you, as he went back to tweezing the shards out of your arm. “It's just that Jasper hasn't been away from human blood as long as we all have.” he told you, reminding you that Jasper was still in training to control the urges for blood, as he grabbed a needle and thread to stitch up the rather deep gash on your upper arm.

“How do you do it?” you asked him quietly. “..Years and years of practice.” Carlisle replied as he leaned closer to your arm and began to gently prick the skin with the needle that was tied to the thread, to begin sewing up the wound.