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The Cullen residence was steeped in the quiet gold of dusk, the vast living room hushed except for the low whisper of flames in the hearth. Motes of dust drifted like lazy stars in the slanted light as Carlisle Cullen moved, a study in serene efficiency, his fair hair glinting. On the sofa, you lay pale but conscious, the white bandages wrapping her torso a stark contrast. Jacob stood rigid by the wall, tension etched into his posture, while Alice hovered in the doorway, a silent, watchful presence. Carlisle's fingers, ancient yet perfectly steady, made a final, precise adjustment to the elastic wrap. He looked up, and his golden eyes met you's with a warmth that defied his immortal condition. "Your ribs will mend quickly," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing resonance. "However, the p…