Third Person POV
Time passed unnoticed until a soft knock sounded at the door.
“Leave it outside,” Carlisle called, his voice edged with irritation, not bothering to break away.
By the time he stepped out to retrieve the tray, the food had already cooled. When he returned, Victoria had slipped back into unconsciousness. Later, when she stirred again, he made sure she ate, though it was slow going. She was too weak to move on her own, and he had to guide her through it, patient in a way that did not match the intensity he had shown before.
Once she finished, he ate what remained, then pushed the cart back outside without a second thought.
And then, as if nothing had interrupted him at all, he returned to her.
It continued like that, over and over, as though time no longer mattered. A
