Hello, hello, hello. Here is another chapter. I deeply apologize for the really long delay. I'm also sorry that this is a short chapter, but I'm trying to get back into the flow of writing. It's been awhile since I wrote anything, and I'm a bit rusty. So . . . sorry if you aren't really happy with it. More chapters are on the way, so it will get better, I promise!

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When I woke, I was disoriented. Something soft was wrapped around me, except for my hand, which was covered in something else. Everything smelled wonderful, like honey or something. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud.

And then my thoughts cleared.

I opened my eyes, blinking a few times as my surroundings came into focus. I was laying in a very large, golden bed. One of the walls in the room was glass, the other was covered in a shelf.

Edward's room. Bella must have insisted this room to ensure that nothing happening downstairs woke me.

I sighed. Just like Bella.

I glanced down at my hand to see a tan material wrapped around it. Carlisle must have fixed my hand after I passed out. It was aggravating because I couldn't use my hand as I wanted to. I tried to rip it off, but I wasn't strong enough.

I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. Great. Now I was injured. I was going to have a fun time explaining this to Embry.

Embry.

My previous conversation with him flooded my mind. The deep, awful ache in my chest flared and I gasped from the pain. It took me a few moments to catch my breath.

When I was, I realized that I wasn't angry anymore. I still missed Embry, but I wasn't close to tears, as I had been since I came to the Cullens'. I was actually slightly relaxed.

I lay in the bed for a few more moments, savoring the comfort, enjoying the worry-free time. But thoughts of Bella crept back in and I stood up from the bed.

There were some clothes folded next to the bed. They weren't familiar to me, so I guessed Alice was having fun dressing me.

Before I left Edward's room, I made sure to make the bed. I didn't like feeling like a nuisance. It probably didn't bother him either way, but it made me feel better.

"I'm actually getting better, Dad," said Bella's voice.

There was a pause. Then, to my amazement, she laughed.

I hurried down the stairs to see Bella, sitting on the couch. A phone was pressed to her ear and she was staring into space, smiling at the ground.

"Well, I'll be sure to keep you updated," she said. "I love you, Dad."

Small pause.

"'Bye."

She held the phone out and Edward took it, setting it on the coffee table. I looked around and noticed that Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle were not present. Everyone else was spread around the room, watching Bella carefully. Seth was there as well, sleeping on the ground near the door.

She glanced up, noticing me, and smiled. "B. You're all right."

I nodded slowly. "I'm fine. Were you just talking to Charlie?"

"Yeah," she said. "I was."

We stared at each other for a few moments. She surprised me by looking me in the eye, not backing down.

"Is it worth arguing over?" I asked her. "Do I need to tell you why it's a bad idea?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Everyone else already has and I didn't listen to them either."

"Fine," I sighed. I walked over and sat on the ground in front of her. "So how is he?"

"He's worried for us," she said. She lifted her hand and started running her fingers through my hair. "He's especially worried for you."

"I told him not to worry," I murmured.

"That doesn't stop him, Bianca," she replied. "Telling someone not to worry doesn't make the worry magically disappear."

"Well, it should," I said stubbornly.

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, other than that, he seems okay. He's aggravated that he can't come see me, but we've told him I'm not here. It should all work out."

She seemed to be talking to herself, trying to convince herself that everything would be fine.

Even though I wanted desperately to point out that it never would, I stayed silent. She didn't need the stress and I didn't want to argue. I just sighed and leaned back, letting her play with my hair, and wished with all my heart that she would somehow prove me wrong.

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