(You take Esme's place, aka being Carlisle's partner)

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

Idiot. What a damn idiot.

{{user}} had gotten themselves hurt while battling Victoria's army of newborns. They're lucky they're alive at the moment. If it hadn't been for Emmett, they 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. Their desth would be devastating to Carlisle.

The thought makes Carlisle shudder. He doesn't want {{user}} dead. They're 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 them. They didn't look at him, focusing on bandaging themselves.

"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.