BAH I AM INCREDIBLY ANGRY. Someone made a facebook using MY name. They have the school I go to, and the class I'm graduating in. And I know I'm the only one in the school and my class to have my name! Eugh. It makes me angry. I hate these websites were people can use other people. They even added people I don't know and/or hate! STOP USING OTHER PEOPLE'S NAME! I HOPE YOU READ THIS AND BURN IN HELL. Moving on…
I was a bit sad about the decline in reviews I have. And I am still incredibly pissed off about the facebook incident. I got two of my friends to add that person and cuss the person till they quit.
Bella's POV.
Thump, thump thump… I heard. I opened my eyes a little and realized I was moving, well more specifically, Edward was moving me... I was still in pain, my stomach and thighs hurt. I couldn't tell which one hurt the most.
"Ugh." I moaned.
"Good morning sunshine. Nice to see you awake." Edward smiled down on me. Probably one of my most favorite things is to wake up with Edward smiling at me with my favorite smile. Crooked, and breathtaking.
I smiled back weakly, "Morning to you too. Where are we?" I stared at the ceiling, and it most definitely did not look like the boring asylum like white wall in the Hanover Hospital.
"Well, we're going up the stairs to our little apartment. Carlisle said I can take you back if I promised to take care of you. Of all the things he's said in his 300 years, I think that promise was a waste of breath. As if he didn't know I wouldn't take care of you."
"No one better, for sure. So, what's the damage? Where's everyone else?"
"Well, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie are hunting. Carlisle is at a medical seminar. And Esme is buying you a wheelchair. You had some pretty bad bleeding in your thighs and stomach. You almost didn't make it. Do you know how long you slept?"
"No."
"You were knocked out for days. The doctors put you in a medicated induced coma. You couldn't sleep, and when you did, you'd start screaming. Part of it was being traumatized; the other was all the pain. It worried me terribly."
"That bad huh?"
"Well, Bella, you defied the basic laws of vampire nature and almost gave me a heart attack. If it was any worse, I think I would've become human with that kind of scare. I could never let you out of my heart; it would kill me if that ever would happen."
Edward had managed to get the locks opened on the door with my still held next to him. The pain in my body started hurting even more, and I realized I had sore muscle aching everywhere. Ugh. I hung my head back, and felt weight on my legs. Scared, I pulled my right leg up and saw a burly cast wrapped around my ankle securely.
Edward chuckled at me while he set the keys down on a small table next to the door.
"Alright, which room would you like to stay in? The bedroom or the living room?"
"I don't know. I haven't even seen the whole apartment..."
"Well, allow me to give you a tour." He held onto me tighter and walked. I looked around.
"Alright, first room we have the living room." I saw the giant plasma screen Emmett had carried, in front of it there was the large black couch with several loveseats around it, all filled with comfy cushions, and a large coffee table. I could see myself snuggling with Edward all night on that couch. He turned and moved towards the kitchen.
"Here we have the kitchen, has all your basic necessities, pots and pan and etc." It was plain white walls with an electric stove and nicely sized sink. There were cups hanging neatly in rows, and a vase of half dead flowers.
He turned, back into the living room and down the tiny hallway.
"And, now we have the only room in this apartment, the master bedroom." It was a little larger than our living room, and in it was the Edward's bed from the Cullen's mansion with the same golden silk sheets. Across the bed was another TV just smaller than the one in the living room. There was a table next to the slight open window. Next to one end of the bed, there was a black dresser, with various knick knacks, Edward's watches, my small jewelry collection, and several photo frames. Pictures of our wedding, a family photo with the Cullen's, and a photo of Renee and Charlie around me when Renee came for our wedding, lastly in the middle was a picture of Edward and I. Edward standing behind me with his arms around me, and I was wearing the largest goofiest smile. I remember the day. Alice had been pestering me that Edward and I needed a picture of us looking like a normal (in human eyes) couple. I was complaining as she held a camera up, when Edward snuck up on me, and scared the living daylights out of me. He and I both laughed and SNAP, Alice had taken this picture and was already running to her Porsche before I got over the flash.
Edward was thinking the same thing when I looked at him. His eyes full of thought as he looked at the pictures also. I tugged at his shirt, "Would you like to show me the rest of our new life?"
"Bella, going to a hospital isn't exactly starting a new life." He half smiled.
"Well, maybe I just like starting things off with a bang!" I gently caressed his smile.
"Well, we just have the bathroom left." He walked into a decently sized toilet room. There was a large tub big enough for two people. I wondered if that was always there. Several towels were hung up, a his/hers set, with face towels.
"So where to Miss? The bedroom or the living room?"
"Mm, how about the living room? I want something to eat. And that couch looks very inviting."
He walked back into the living room, and I had just noticed the paint cans.
"What are those for?" I asked pointing at the cans.
"Well, Alice and Esme planned this whole place out. They felt like we were missing out on the whole 'moving out' experience they decided to leave the painting to us."
"They expect me to paint while I'm like this?" I moved myself to get comfortable, and I winced. Being in Edward's arm didn't allow me to move much, not that I was complaining, but moving myself, hurt a lot.
He noticed my pain, "I'll get you something to eat, and then you can take your pain medication. Hopefully by then Esme will be back. She went to get your medicine too, since she had to go get the wheelchair."
I nodded and saw a cabinet perched under the TV, behind those glass doors was a TiVo, and millions of DVDs crammed in neatly.
I heard Edward's quiet shuffle in the kitchen as I placed my head in a pillow, wincing a little more.
I didn't hear the door open, but I heard Esme's sweet voice float in the air, along with whatever Edward was cooking.
I knew I wasn't ready. Not yet, I couldn't talk about it. I thought over about what Edward had said about me screaming while I was sleeping. The sadness in his eyes.
I fell asleep, my sore body relaxing against the cold leather.
"Bella," I was gently being shaken. "Bella, wake up. It's time to eat."
I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Edward's glorious eyes. They were black, no hint of the melting gold in them. I must've been a while in the hospital; they were a few days being golden jewels the day of my accident. "Your wheelchair is here by the way…" he said as he set down a bowl, a spoon and a cup of water next to two pills. He sat down in front of the couch, and wiped the spoon.
"What's that?" I asked, it smelled delicious.
"Fresh and homemade chicken noodle soup without the chick. One of your favorites. You need to eat light things; it'll be very easy to upset your stomach, especially after getting anesthesia, all the pain medicines and being in a coma. After, you can take your pills and go back to sleep. Now open wide." Edward took a spoonful of the soup and blew on it gently and placed it in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth eagerly and swallowed. After several minutes of repeating the same process, he gave me my pills. I glared at him, "No, I want to talk to you."
"Bella, don't be ridiculous. You're in pain."
"I'm not, only if I move. Ergo, I will not move. I want to talk to you. I've been knocked out for God knows how long, I missed you."
"Bella…you need to rest."
"I am resting. I am not doing any physical activities except talking. Last I checked, my mouth was not injured, just the lower half of my body."
It was a low blow, I knew he still felt like it was his fault, but I wanted to talk to him.
He gave in, "Fine. But you're taking your medicine when everyone comes back."
"Fine."
"Well, you wanted to talk Bella, start talking." He started fuming.
"When was the last time you went hunting?"
"The day we left Forks." That was almost three weeks ago!
"How long have I been out?"
"About 4 to 5 days."
"And you never left?"
"No."
"Why not? You could've gone hunting."
"I couldn't Bella. I wanted to be there when you woke up. I wanted to make sure you lived through this ordeal. I wanted to be there every second."
"Why?"
"Bella, you are one the smartest people I have ever met, but sometimes you ask me the most absurd questions." He finally smiled.
"Why?" I asked again.
"Because I love you, silly injured girl."
"Even though I'm wrapped up in stitches and enough gauze to build a life size papier mache of Emmett?"
"I have a confession. Bella, these years have been wonderful, and I've accompanied you to the hospital many, many times. I have to say, this whole injured-girl-covered-in-Band-Aids-and-all-sorts-of-other-things, has become quite a sexy look. I think you're one of the few that could pull off bandages wrapped around your head."
I blushed, and ducked by head.
"I missed that color for so long." He whispered, titling his face down to meet my eyes.
He kissed me gently, and I pushed for more, only to be stopped by the burning pains from who knows where.
"Until you're better, love."
I mubled incoherently as Edward laughed and took the dishes.
"I feel so useless already. We've been here for an hour and I already turned into a lazy bum."
He ignored me as he came back.
"Isn't there something I could do?" I asked.
"Yes, you can rest and let me do all the work until you can stand and hobble on that bum leg of yours."
"I want something else to do."
"Well, you can sit there and look pretty. I would appreciate that a lot." He bent down and kissed my forehead. "You don't know how much I would love that."
"I doubt I can look pretty with a cast on my foot and being covered in stitches and gauze."
"You don't see yourself clearly Bella."
"So you're going to take care of me?"
"Yes I am Bella. I believe I promised to be there for you 'in sickness and in health' when we were married."
"So you'll be like my nurse at home?"
"Yes Bella." He grinned.
I liked this idea.
"Well, Nurse Edward…"
"Nurse? Isn't that a bit feminine?"
"Would your prefer Murse you sexist fool?" I giggled. Murse Edward in hospital wear. It was the shower cap that got me.
"Nurse is fine. What do you need?" He smiled sweetly.
"I have a boo boo, and I want you to kiss every singly one of them." I said pointing to the lower half of my body.
I added, "My lips too. I've been talk to much."
He looked at me, and I grinned widely back.
"Well…? Nurse Edward, I need you to kiss my booboo. You said you would help me."
He smiled, and kissed my forehead, and trailed all the way down to the rest of my body.