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Chapter 7
A month and a half later, I sat with Edward in a marriage counsellors office. We had had sex a few more times and I'd tried to stay the night once, but I couldn't do it and Edward and I had ended up in different beds at the end of the night.
"And so this all started when you had the miscarriage?" asked Joan, our counsellor, "Edward, do you hold any resentment towards Bella for that?"
"I wish she'd taken better care of herself," Edward said, "It's not her fault that we lost the baby, but she should have been more aware of what she could have done to help."
"Bella, how do you feel hearing Edward say that?" Joan asked.
"Like shit," I said, "I had just lost a long term patient due to a mistake I'd made in analyzing her symptoms. I felt horrible about that and didn't take care of myself and the baby and I lost it. But how the heck was I-" I cut off as nausea bubbled through my stomach.
"Bella?" Joan asked.
I gripped the arm of the couch tightly and swallowed hard.
"Bella, sweetheart?" Edward asked me gently, placing a hand on my back.
The nausea hit me as another hard wave and I clapped a hand over my mouth. I pushed myself off the couch and ran into the attached bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me and kneeled in front of the toilet, throwing up everything I had eaten that day.
"Bella," said Edward from outside, "Can you let me in?"
"Go away," I groaned as I heaved a few more times.
Finally, when my stomach was empty, I sat back and leaned against the far wall of the small bathroom.
Edward tried the door, but I held it shut with my foot.
"Bella please," he said, "I can help you. Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking fine," I snapped.
He stopped pushing on the door and I released my foot from it. I got to my feet gingerly and flushed the toilet before going to the sink. I rinsed out my mouth with some water and then splashed my face. I washed my hands and then patted my face dry with paper towels. I stared at myself in the mirror.
My face was pale, making my eyes look hauntingly dark. Little hairs around my face were curling from the sweat and water.
I sighed.
Once I was fairly sure I wasn't going to throw up anymore, I opened the door to the bathroom. Edward was seated on the floor beside the bathroom door and Joan was hovering just a ways away.
"Bella?" she asked, "You really need to watch how you talk to your husband. He simply wanted to help you and you almost took off his head."
"I don't need this right now," I said, "I'm leaving."
"Bella, please? If you feel up to it, we really should finish this appointment," Edward said, voice cautious.
I shook my head. "I can't," I said.
I walked over to the couch and I picked up my purse and jacket. I shrugged the jacket on and then made for the door. "See you next week Joan," I said.
"Feel better," she said absently, making a note on her clipboard.
I glanced at Edward and he sighed, shaking his head. He looked angry.
I left.
AN: I'M SORRY! Don't hate me!
PS - sorry for not updating for so long! School is still kicking me in the behind and I don't have alot of prewritten stuff anymore! oh noo! But don't worry because I'll figure it out!