(baby cries) (drawer opening, closing) What is that? (needle going through skin) It’s my venom. It’s supposed to be working. C’mon. Come on. I won’t kill you. That’d be too easy. You deserve to live with this. (cries) She didn’t make it. (continues crying) You’re not dead. You’re not dead. C’mon! C’MON! It will work. Please, please, please. Please. (biting) (biting) (biting) (biting) (biting) (screams) (screams in agony) (screams) Come back to me please, baby. Bella. Bella please.