One of the many bad things about school is the fact that it doesn't leave me time to write. But, here's the next (short)chappie anyway. Continuation of the last. I need to get this past, so I cam get to the good parts.
Ch8 part 2
Bpov
As we walked in the house, and down to a room with a x-ray machine, I wondered why in the heck a house of vampires had an x-ray machine… It doesn't seem like they would need one.
But, whatever floats your boat, I guess…
Anyway, we walked down to the room with the x-ray machine, and got a quick x-ray of my shoulder, then went into an adjacent room with what I can only assume is an examination/surgery table(again, why?) As we waited for Carlisle to come back in with the x-rays, Edward spoke up.
"Do… you mind if I take a look at your shoulder?" He said.
"Yeah, sure. Just don't kill it." I said, sitting up on the table.
He walked over and started gently poking and prodding at my shattered shoulder, and I hissed as two bits of bone grated over a nerve.
"Are you ok?" Edward asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." I said.
"I don't believe you." Edward said, as another prod extracted another hiss, same nerve.
"I'm fine!" I exclaimed, looking very evil. Chel backed up a step, and so did Edward.
Carlisle came in then, and put up the x-rays, Edward hissed at the sight of my well-healed, but clearly visible many breaks, fractures, and shatters.
Chel and I burst out laughing.
"what is so funny?!" Edward exclaimed.
"she always breaks that shoulder!!!" chel said.
"I've never broken the other one!" I said, still laughing.
Edward looked bewildered.
"And it will be perfectly fine in a couple days!" I said, finally calming down.
Edward sighed, frustrated, "If you say so…"
"I do say so." Chel and I said in perfect unison, bursting out laughing again.
Edward shook his head again, and we took that as permission to leave. Oh, gosh. I can't wait until the gig!
What do you guys think? I want 10 reviews ON THIS CHAPTER before I will post the next chapter.
Voice: isn't that a bit greedy?
Me: no, I just want to hear what people think!
Voice: whatever.
Me: You should do your job…
Voice: what if I don't want to.
Me: you know the consequences.
Voice: fine. We own nothing but an amazing dress, two 'tickets' for a dance, and gorgeous grey flats.
