Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all its characters. I just came up with the situation they are in.
A/N: So, hopefully you all have got a chance to check out Where Do I Begin?. It's going to be Edward's POV on this story. It has started out kinda slow, but will get better, I promise. Now here is your promised second update of the day:
I was discharged from the hospital at 9 am the next morning. Charlie took me home in the cruiser, and I was too out of it from my restless night to be embarrassed about it. As soon as I got home, I went upstairs and fell into bed to sleep.
I woke up hours later; 5 hours I discovered when I checked the clock on my nightstand, and went downstairs to get myself some food. I was rather hungry, having not eaten anything but hospital food for almost 24 hours. When I got to the top of the stairs I could hear noises coming from our living room and from the sounds of the announcers, it was some sort of sporting event.
Charlie was still there.
"Dad?" I asked as I entered the living room.
He quickly scrambled for the remote and turned down the volume. "Oh, Bella, I'm sorry , I thought I was being quiet. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Dad, don't worry, you didn't wake me. I came down because I was hungry."
"Oh, you want me to get you something?"
I mentally cringed. I hadn't forgotten Charlie's lack of cooking ability from my summer's spent here. "No, that's okay. I'll just get some cereal."
I went into the kitchen and got a bowl and the only box of cereal in the house then doused what I had poured into the bowl with some milk out of the refrigerator. Then I went back into the living room and sat on the opposite end of the couch from my dad.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as I took my first bite of cereal.
I swallowed and answered. "Fine. My head hurts a little bit, but I am going to take a painkiller as soon as I finish eating this."
He nodded silently as he turned his attention back to the TV. It was some sort of baseball game.
"You know, Dad, you could have gone into work today."
"No, I couldn't have. Dr. Cullen said I shouldn't let you stay by yourself for at least 48 hours. And I need you to tell me if you feel dizzy. Or your vision gets blurry."
I nodded silently as I took another bite.
My father and I sat in silence as the game continued. After an unmarked amount of time passed, an hour I noted looking at the clock, the phone began to ring.
"I'll get it." I said, getting up before Charlie could, taking my empty bowl with me to put in the sink.
I picked up the receiver and stretched the cord to the sink to place the bowl in as I greeted the unknown caller.
"Hello?"
"Bella? It's Mike. How are you feeling?"
I didn't even think long enough to figure out how Lassie had gotten my phone number. Forks was too small of a town for the chief of police to worry about having an unlisted number. I wondered if the phone company even offered it as a service.
"Hi Mike. Yes, my head aches a little bit, but nothing unmanageable."
"Good, I am glad to hear it. Sorry about letting you fall."
"No problem Mike. It all happened so fast, you couldn't have caught me. And I asked you to put me down, remember?"
"Yeah. I was calling because I was wondering if you were feeling well enough to go to La Push with me and some of the kids from school tomorrow?"
I was caught. It was either stay home all day with my dad and be the subject of side glances waiting for me to faint or go with the kids from school and be the subject of stares, but not be hovered over. Charlie would never let me go. But it was worth a shot.
"Hold on, let me ask my dad."
"Okay."
I placed the phone receiver on the counter and walked into the doorway of the living room.
"Hey Dad?"
"Who was it?"
"It's Mike Newton. From school. He wants to know if I can go to La Push with him and some of the other kids in my grade."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know Bells. It may be too soon."
"Please Dad. It's bad enough I passed out at school and couldn't go today. I need to be normal."
He deliberated, but I could see I was winning.
"All right," he finally conceded. "But I want you to be extra careful. And I am going to call down to Billy tonight and let him know your coming. That way someone will know what to do if anything happens."
"Thanks Dad." I said, smiling.
I went back into the kitchen and picked up the receiver again.
"Mike? I'm in."
Slow/uneventful, but necessary. That is how I describe this chapter. I don't know if I will get another update in tonight. If I do, it will probably be on Where Do I Begin?. I would promise you at least one more chapter on both of them, but I just found out I have to watch a child tomorrow and therefore have to childproof my apartment.
And I know that Author's Note was a tease...sorry.
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