Belle studies. She really doesn't get as lonely as Beast - and maybe he and Chelise can fall in love if she stays out of their way, and then the curse will break and Belle can ransack the library and go home, that would be fine. She works.
She squeaks. It's not a happy squeak. "My head hurts," she whimpers.
"Just - the one arm and that same leg, are fine - nothing else," says Belle, taking a shuddering breath, "anything else if I move at all, or if you touch me, it's worse."
The tray skitters back into view. It has some pills and some tea (with a straw, so Bell will be able to drink lying down).
Beast helps bring the pills and the tea and Belle all into the appropriate conjunction.
After two hours of fitful, wincing sleep with occasional muttered words - that last feature not having been present when she was knocked out - she opens her eyes again. She looks like she's in less pain, although her arm is still clearly broken and the swelling in her knee has gone down only a little.
"If you're very, very careful with me I think you could take me to the library. I don't know about putting me in a chair, but I could lie near where the books are and you could hand them to me?"
She lets his paw go so he'll have both free to lift her. "Careful of the knee," she murmurs, picking up her broken arm carefully and resting it on her stomach.
She sucks in a sharp breath and tenses but doesn't otherwise critique the positioning.
He's pretty good about keeping her steady as he carries her to the library, but he's not perfect.
"My index is in my notebook," she murmurs.
She maneuvers it one handed - checking what page she's on, putting it down, turning pages, and picking it up again - till she gets where she needs to be. "There's a blue book with gold braid on the cover. That one," she says after a few minutes of this.
Finally she says, "I found a general healing spell. It should work. ...It's going to hurt you worse than me. And you won't fall unconscious either."