Here's chapter six without much further ado. I'm feeling a bit better today, thanks for the well wishes. Emmett has been doing a wonderful job as my bedside nurse *grins*.
Disclaimer: I'm the Queen of Pixies and all I own is a really pretty imaginary world. Ya'll should really visit Pixieville, I'm gonna invite SM and get her tipsy on my special Pixie Brew and get her to sign over her rights to all things Twilight. *snorts* Yeah right.
6.
Well that went better than I thought.
This really sucks, being awake, yet not.
At least that skank hasn't come back.
Yet.
Oh, I knew she'd be back.
Rosalie Hale did not take rejection of any kind well.
And right now she obviously thought that she would get her slimy little paws on my money.
I wasn't that stupid.
Sure I loved her, but I had a brain that lived outside of my penis.
I only had the papers drawn up, never signed shit.
As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna burn it all.
And then she'll be out of my life, once and for all.
She and her pretty boy can live happily ever after or in perfect misery for all I care.
Now, what's going on today?
Was it even today yet?
I had no idea what the time was, nothing.
It was constantly dark anyway, my eyes being shut and all.
And I really wish someone would at least talk to me.
I was going bat crazy over here, talking to myself and all.
Someone was whistling.
That was new.
And they smell...well hell, they smell lovely.
"Hello Mr. McCarty," an angel said softly.
Dammit!
I wanted to see her.
Stupid coma.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
A/N: Who could that lovely smelling person be? *twirls happily* See you next chapter.
Thanks for the reviews, the favorites and follows...and for the inbox messages telling me that I've once again trapped you in my mind *muhahahaha* ~ Riney