"C'mon, Lady Bug, jump! The water is calling you!" I heard Rosalie call out and wave at me as another wave rushed ashore. I can see the waves as they race to the shore, wave after wave after wave. I know how to swim, but the waves looked scary from up here. Or maybe that was just the coward in me.

"Stop calling me that!" I yelled back as I try to contain my giggles. I looked down and cursed as I saw how far up I am on the cliff.

"I won't if you won't jump! Lady Bug!!" She yelled again as she laughed and tried to splash water from where I was.

I looked down again and rolled my eyes. "Rose, this is way too far up. Can I just jump on that cliff?" I asked as I pointed on the cliff below me, much shorter and much safer.

"Lady Bug, you're being a drama queen! It's my birthday and you promised to do what I want!" This is the third time she used her birthday card today. The first one was when she had me eat that spicy as hell crab and the second one was when she had me ask for a picture on the guy I was crushing at the restaurant we ate at earlier.

"You're such a bitch Rosalie, but I love you!" I yelled at her and she raised her hands in glee. I took a few steps back and ran straight to the edge and into the open sea. "Happy Birthday, Rose!"

I woke up to a dimly lit room. For a second, I was disoriented and I blinked the last remnants of sleep as I slowly remember where I was. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt wetness on my cheeks. I hastily wipe it with my bandaged hand and cursed as I felt pain on my wrist.

"Knock, knock," I heard someone said on the doorway before the actual knocks. "How are we doing today, Bella?" My nurse, Edward, asked as he walked over to my bed and grinned as he saw the mountain of quilts and comforters.

"I'm good. Hey, I saw that." I said weakly, my voice still hoarse as he raised his hands in defeat. He is always teasing me about my never ending supply of quilts and comforters that my aunt brought with her when I was admitted. Another stack of blanket were at the couch on the other side.

"C'mon, Bella. You have a mountain of blankets here and you still complain to your night time nurse that the AC is too cold." He said with a laugh as he adjusted the AC with the remote which he handed me afterwards.

"Fight me, Edward. I can literally cover you with these and no one will ever know." I said softly, I was trying to sound playful but failed, miserably.

He gave me a sad smile and moved closer to adjust my IV and check my vitals. After a few minutes, he handed me a cup with my tablets and a glass of water.

I was on my fourth and final tablet when I swallowed too much water that I was coughing and spluttering water on my bed. I looked at Edward with panicked eyes as I coughed and felt my lungs constrict. It was becoming painful and harder to breathe. My eyes are filled with hot tears that are now cascading freely on my face.

"Hey, hey." Edward said as he rushed to my side and patted my back tenderly. "Take it easy." His voice was soothing.

I was still coughing so hard that I can now see black spots behind my eyelids.

"Bella, listen to me. Don't panic. Stop breathing," he commanded, his tone authoritative, far from the joking one he conversed with me earlier. I obeyed. "Now, breathe. One at a time. Slowly," I did and after a few tries, I was breathing as normally as I could although my lungs are still painful and every breath is labored.

"Thank you," I manage to say as I wiped my eyes from the tears that formed over my coughing fit. I flinched again due to the pain on my wrist which he saw.

"No problem, but please be careful next time." He gave me a look that I couldn't understand. Pity? Sadness? There is still something there. He shook his head slightly and cleared his throat. "Now, is your wrist and side still bothering you?" He asked as he wrote something on the board that I didn't notice he was bringing.

"A little bit." I answered while he nodded and continued writing on his board. He then checked my arm and my side which was filled with bruises and asked me routine questions that he always does when I first woke up in this room three days ago.

"Dr. Singh will be here shortly. Just press the button over there if you want to annoy me." Edward said as he adjusted my IV and smoothened by comforter.

"Sure, thanks Edward. I might press that button to challenge you again for that quilt fight." I said jokingly as he closed his board and pocketed his pen. I sounded okay this time, not like earlier where I mostly rasped on every word.

"I won't stand a chance Bella. You'll win, trust me." He said with a wink. He was almost at the door when he turned and gave me a beautiful smile. "Oh, and Bella? Rose is recovering perfectly." He said with hope in his voice. I felt tears prick my eyes and with that, he left me once again to the silent reprieve of my room.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for reading this little fic of mine. It took me a few years to get back on this site and it feels good to be back posting stuff up. I apologize for any errors in spacing and/or formatting since I'm just using my phone in uploading and I have no idea how this will work out. This story is just about 4 chapters long. I've already finished writing it so updates will be done maybe twice a week depends on how busy I will be at work. Tell me what you guys think and have a good day (or night)!

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