Paul stood there with Bella. It didn’t matter the weight in his arms from her frame. His blue eyes were focused on the flames licking the tent and for once in his life he felt utterly helpless to stop the situation from getting out of hand. Somehow, amidst everything moving in slow motion around him, he set Bella down without realizing it. He had to do something - something.
“Stay here,” he murmured to Bells.
And then Paul was rushing back to the burning tent in an effort to make sure nobody would be left behind. He didn’t care about himself just then, he couldn’t live with the idea of any more blood on his hands in a situation he could at least try to combat. Through the smoke choked tent flaps and into the darkened he went without a second look back.