"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's perfect voice cried in horror.
Behind that longed-for sound was another noise—an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A dirty bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off...
I tried to put all that nastiness aside and concentrate on the angel's voice instead.
"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please, listen to me!" he begged.
Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips. They must have been lost in the scuffle.
"Carbomb!" The angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh, please, no, oh!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.
An angel shouldn't weep; it was wrong. His face should never have to weep, should never be marred by such sadness. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.
There was a point of pressure against my head. It hurt. Then, as that pain broke through the darkness around me, other pains came: stronger pains. I cried out, gasping, breaking through the dark waters.
"Bella!" the angel Fredward Cullen cried.
"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep," a calm voice informed me. "Watch out for that leg though: it's broken!"
A howl of rage strangled the angel's lips.
I felt a sharp stab at my side. Why would he do this? Why was this happening?
"Some ribs, too, I think," Carbomb said. "Maybe."

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