The next morning I woke up to Edward looking at me and smirking.
"What?" I asked as I tried to clear my foggy mind.
"You were quite a sight last night." He chuckled as I tried to remember what I said.
"Why? I'm not ashamed that I like your mom's cookies! They are the best in the world!"I defended my actions as he burst out laughing.
"I don't get what's so funny Cullen! Tell me!"I begged as he muttered between laughs, you…don't want…to know.
"Tell me now Edward Anthony Cullen. Or I will make you regret it." I threatened. He stopped laughing at this and looked at me with an unfathomable expression in his eyes.
"Okay…you were telling me after the cookies that, and I quote, "I love love. Love is, I love you Edward." His smirk became a full-blown grin as all the color drained from my face and I turned a deep red.
"I…uhhh…well I was drugged and you know it. I…didn't know what I was saying." I shot back desperately. I glared at him while he laughed and I pressed the call button. Carlisle walked in and I asked him for a robe and a wheelchair or crutches. He opened a closet by the bathroom and handed a pair of crutches and a robe to me while he looked at Edward who had managed to stop laughing but was beaming from impish delight. I wrapped the robe around myself and I started to get up. But he stopped smiling and put his hand on my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked incredulous as I shrugged his hand off and started walking toward the hall on my crutches. He grabbed the back of my robe and pulled me back to him as he asked me the same question.
"It's none of your business."I spat angrily as his eyebrows rose in shock.
"Why are you angry at me?" he asked sincerely. My mouth dropped open and I glared at him. My glare is famous and I use it only when absolutely necessary because people tend to back off quickly. I turned away from him again and suddenly my feet—well foot—left the ground. In my surprise, I dropped the crutches and they clattered loudly to the floor. Edward held me by the hips and then he gently swung me into his arms so that he was holding me like a child.
"Put me down!"I demanded as he held me tight to his chest.
"Not until you tell me why you're angry." He replied calmly. I rolled my eyes.
"Well gee, maybe because you laughed at me! That wasn't nice, especially when I didn't know what I was saying. You can be such a jerk sometimes!"I yelled at him as angry tears started to fall to my horror. Why was I crying? I never cry. The only times I've cried have been when my parents died. He looked at me and instantly shame and chagrin filled his green eyes.
"I'm so sorry Bella. I honestly had no idea that you were angry. I thought it was funny that you were so loopy, not what you had said. It was very cruel and thoughtless to have done that. Will you please forgive me?" he pleaded as he cradled me in one arm and wiped away my tears with his other hand. He looked so pitiful that I groaned and nodded. He smiled again and then he put me in a nearby wheelchair.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he started to push me down the hall.
"I'm taking you for a walk. That's what you wanted right?" he asked as he looked worried.
"Yea…but I wanted exercise. This is doing me no good." I pointed out as I simply sat there in the chair. He chuckled and continued on.
"There will be plenty of time for that later Bells. But for now you need to rest and save up your strength." he instructed gently. I rolled her eyes and then turned to look at him.
"Isn't there something to do? You didn't happen to bring a book did you?" I felt a little guilty but I was dying of boredom. A look of false hurt crossed his features and he splayed a hand against his chest dramatically.
"Why I'm surprised Ms. Swan! I can't believe that you of all people would want a book to interest them." He teased as he turned me back toward the room.
"Actually, Carlisle has some good reading material. We'll get you settled and then I'll grab some books for you." He said as he picked me up again and set me gently in the bed. Then he made sure my IV was still working and he turned to leave. But he paused in the door.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" he asked for the third time. I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically.
"I sent someone to get me some books but I don't think he's going to do it." He laughed and then walked out as I stared at the perfection that would never be mine. A few minutes after he left, the nurse came in to give me more meds.
"Please wait awhile. Edward will be coming back with some books and I'm really not in any pain." I said but she ignored me.
"Come on! It's only 10:30 for Pete's sake! I haven't even eaten yet."
"The doctor ordered you to rest and going for a joyride is not restful." She scolded as she shot me up with morphine. I glared at her as she left. Just before I fell asleep, I saw Edward walk in with the books and he just stared at me. I wanted to ask why he was staring but sleep claimed me before I could.
