Thanks to everyone who wished me a good time on vacation! I did have a great time! The weather was delicious. (Or has been so far, since I'm writing this on my first day of holiday).
I LOVE YOU GUYS! YOU ROCK HARD!! Thank you for your continued reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just make them do dirty things to each other ;)
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Edward's POV
Bright lights swirled around my head, blinding me. I scrunched my eyes shut in an attempt to block them out, but it didn't work. A sharp, thudding pain lanced across my head and my body felt sweaty and heavy. I groaned in pain and sank back further into my pillows.
"Edward Cullen," a male voice articulated. The voice was low and smooth, and told of patience. The accent was unmistakably English.
"What?" I moaned, my voice coming out grumpy and croaky.
I felt a cold hand on my forehead and breathed out in gratefulness.
"He's running a fever, but he answered me," the voice said softly. "Can you hear me, Mr. Cullen?"
I opened my mouth but all that came out was a groan. I forced my eyes open, and saw a blurry image of a blonde doctor, before my eyes fluttered closed again.
"My name is Carlisle Cullen. I'm the doctor that operated on your head," the man said.
"Huh," I murmured, confused, "Cullen?"
"We seem to share a last name."
I choked out the words, my mouth dry, "…Neat."
"Could you possibly get him some water, Esme?"
I opened my eyes again to see a nurse exit the room and run along the corridor to a water machine. She was back within a couple of seconds, panting, but carrying my glass triumphantly.
"Thank you," Carlisle said, smiling warmly at her.
There must be something between them, I guessed, Hmm. He has a wedding ring. And so does she, for that matter…
"How are you feeling?" the nurse called Esme said, holding the glass of water for me to drink out of. Her golden hair was twisted up into a bun, and curls had broken free to tickle her neck. She was very pretty, with large, doe eyes, and dainty hands.
I sighed as the cool water ran down my throat. I reached for more, but Esme stopped.
"You can't have too much. You haven't eaten for hours. It will upset your stomach."
"He can have a bit more, Esme dear," Carlisle Cullen said.
He said 'dear'. So they are married.
As I thought, a stronger stab of pain assaulted my head, and I gasped. I twisted in my bed, the covers tightening around me like a straight jacket. Sweat began to bead on my forehead. The room was stifling with heat, and I couldn't seem to get much air. My arms felt weak when I tried to move them, and my head was constantly pounding.
"It's too hot!" I moaned out, "Please make it stop…"
I heard a bit of commotion, and then once again, the soft voice of the doctor. His voice was comforting, but I couldn't make out the words. I was too busy drowning in the heat.
But I did feel the jab of a needle, and cold fluid running into my arm. And then a wave of white-blue passed over my eyesight, rendering everything in its wake black.
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The first thing I regained was my hearing. I could hear a female voice humming to herself, and recognised the tune after a few minutes of puzzling to be 'A Hard Headed Woman' by Elvis (A/N: Listen, please! I just love this song). I cracked a smile at that. My smile grew even more when she began to sing along, humming the parts she didn't know the words to.
"And don't you let me catch you messing around that apple tree… humm humm… Oh, ever since the world began…"
I couldn't resist opening my eyes for a second longer. To my surprise, my lids opened without complaint, and my vision was clear. It was Esme again- singing, while she mopped the floor around my bed.
"Hello," I said quietly.
She spun, and clapped her hand to her heart. "Oh, Edward dear, you scared me!" She came closer, her motherly smile growing. "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better," I said with feeling. "What changed?"
"Oh, just something Carlisle did," Esme said, and her eyes danced brilliantly. With love. "He really is the best doctor around. And he does try his best, always giving attention to everybody…"
I guessed they were newly married. I decided at once to send them flowers once I got out of here. And maybe a hamper, too.
"I'll have to thank him," I said out loud to Esme.
She came closer, and bobbed my head down gently with her hand. She peered at my head for a few seconds, and then leaned back, satisfied.
"He's done a marvellous job," she said proudly.
"What did he do?"
"You lost a lot of blood," Esme said, "He gave you a transfusion. You needed stitches too, so he's done that."
A sudden horror filled me. "He… he didn't need to… shave my hair off, did he?"
Esme laughed heartily. "No, no." She ran a hand through my hair. "All your beautiful hair is intact."
I smiled back at her.
"So… how long have you two been married?" I asked.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She was questioning how I knew, but she didn't mention it. "Three months. I still can't believe my luck! He's the best husband a woman could ask for. He works so hard, and yet, when he comes home, he always has time for me."
I raised an eyebrow and winked at her.
She broke down in giggles.
Suddenly, the door behind her opened, and Carlisle came in. He shot Esme a brilliant smile, and then nodded warmly in greeting to me. "Laughing at something, Esme?"
"Of course not, Carlisle. I'm working." She shot him an offended look, before turning to sweep out of the room. I couldn't help but notice the little squeak Esme made when Carlisle pinched her butt as she walked past.
"So, Mr. Cullen," he said with a grin, as the door closed behind Esme. I wondered why they had given me a private room.
"Call me Edward," I asked.
"Right then, Edward. How are you feeling now?"
"Much better. Almost well."
Carlisle turned to attach a sheet of charts to the end of my bed. He pulled off the ones that were already there, scrumpled them, and chucked them towards the bin. Naturally, they sailed in perfectly.
"I got my own room," I said, "Why?"
"Your condition was much more precarious than the other patients', Edward. You've had at least one nurse with you at all times since you were in theatre."
"And when was that?"
"Yesterday night."
I immediately thought of Bella. The scene came rushing back to me…
Bella had been lying beneath me, her lips pressed against my stomach… and she had been naked in bed beside me, after I had told her we would finish 'it' in the bedroom!
A rush of heat flew to my cheeks. When had I fainted? How embarrassing! Please, let me not have fainted in the middle of making love to her… she's not going to think that was much of a compliment to her skills if I fell unconscious on top of her… I didn't hurt her, did I?
I looked up at Carlisle, questioning, "Has anyone come to visit me?"
A small frown-line appeared above his eyebrows. "You don't remember? Five of your friends have been here since you were admitted to hospital."
Five? Well, that's Emmett, Jasper, and Bella. Who else came?
And then I remembered Alice and Rose. My blush intensified. More women than men had come to see me. And they had all been here since last night. What a compliment…
I grinned to myself. "When can I see them?" I asked. "I feel well enough now."
"You've already seen them, Edward. They were here a couple of hours ago."
"Before or after you jabbed me with that needle?" I enquired. I remembered a bright bluish-white light, but nothing else after that.
"I've jabbed you with quite a few of those, Edward," Carlisle laughed.
"You were giving me water… because I was too hot."
"Ah," Carlisle said, nodding, "Your friends came after that. You woke up and the nurse let them into your room."
My mind felt a little fuzzy. I tried to sort through my memories. I had woken up after the operation, seen Carlisle and Esme for the first time… then I'd been too hot, jabbed with a needle… and then there was a gap of time I couldn't quite fill. Apparently, my friends had been in to see me between then and now. Yet I couldn't remember a thing.
"I don't remember," I said, frowning.
"Don't worry. It will come back to you," Carlisle said, "Just take a moment to think. I'll be back in a while."
He left the room, closing the door carefully behind him. I reached for the glass of water on my bedside table, finding with relief that my arms felt much stronger. The cold water cleared my head. And then I noticed three coloured cards beside a big bowl of fruit. I plucked a grape from the bowl, spinning it between my fingers, and then chucked it into my mouth. It felt good to my empty stomach.
The first card had a picture that had obviously been drawn by Emmett. It was a squiggly stick figure, a representation of me; from my bronze hair, (represented by a gold coloured pencil mixed with brown) down to my bare feet, which were sticking out the end of the bed. My face looked like that of a dead fish, and a scribble of red pencil represented blood covering my head and most of my body. Emmett and Jasper had signed it inside, and in small red letters in the corner it said, 'Get better and out of that bed soon, you lazy git.' I chuckled to myself as I set that card upright in pride of place beside my bed.
The second card had been bought, because it was made out of light cream paper and crinkled when I opened the envelope. On the front there was a picture of a bowl of fruit, almost exactly the same as the one by my bed, and inside it simply said, 'Enjoy the fruit!' in Bella's flowing handwriting. My eyes were at once drawn to the words where she had signed her name, because underneath it she had written 'I love you'.
I stared at the words happily for a couple of long minutes, before I turned to the last card. I slid my finger under the flap and opened the envelope, and was surprised to find only a paper napkin inside. Confused, I pulled it out. It was blank. I turned it over, and saw that it was covered in writing that looked to be written in eyeliner.
Couldn't make it to the shops, as you can see! Found this marvellous card in the ladies' loos, (which are very nice, by the way). We hope you get well soon, and back into action for Bella!
From your two delicious lady friends,
Alice and Rose. X
Underneath where they had signed their names, were two lipstick kisses. They must have put lipstick on, and kissed the napkin!
I laughed again as I arranged my cards, setting Bella's slightly in front of the other two. And then I felt guilty, and put them all in a line. I lay back on the pillows, munching on grapes, and looked at my cards in satisfaction.
With a grape halfway to my mouth, my eyes widened. Seeing Bella's note, and the 'I love you' at the end of it, had triggered my memory. She had really been here! Carlisle was right!
Her excruciatingly beautiful eyes had been staring at me… and then her rose-red lips had opened, to say, "I will. I will marry you, Edward Cullen."
My lips parted and the breath was knocked out of me. I stared blankly forward, too shocked to speak. Even when I heard the bang of the door as Carlisle returned, I couldn't move.
"Edward?"
I looked up. "Yes?" I whispered.
"You look like you've seen a ghost. Are you alright?"
"Better than that," I said, a smile stretching across my face, "Bella's going to marry me!"
"Is that your girlfriend?" he asked as he flipped through a file that had my name on it.
"Yes. My girlfriend," I said with pride, "My girlfriend Bella."
"Congratulations," he said with a smile, "Do you have a ring?"
"An engagement ring?" I asked, "No… actually… yes! My mother's ring. But it's at home. In Chicago."
"When are you getting married? Esme and I got married in the summer. It was a beautiful wedding."
"I haven't thought about that yet. I think it's going to be a long engagement. She's not the sort of person who likes being spent money on, so I don't know if I'll give her the ring yet. She just said she would marry me someday, not that she agreed to be engaged to me. I haven't even talked to her father yet. It was a spur of the moment thing."
"Sometimes you only really know what you want suddenly. Spur of the moment decisions are sometimes the ones that change your life the most."
I nodded in agreement. "I love her so much. I can't believe she said yes." There was a contented moment of silence, until a wicked idea came to me. "If I'm not giving her the ring yet, I'm going to give her something else!"
"Oh?" Carlisle said, with a raised eyebrow.
Damn. I didn't realize I said that out loud. Now what shall I say? Tell him the truth?
Why not?!
"I'm going to give her my virginity."
I could hear a coughing bark of a laugh from Carlisle.
"It's going to be perfect," I said, becoming enthused with the idea and notion of Bella and I being 'together', "But it's not going to be the usual, corny, making-love-for-the-first-time thing. I'm going to give her something she'll remember forever."
"Any ideas?" Carlisle asked with a smile. He'd put down his work now, evidently deciding I was much more interesting than broken fibulas.
Speaking with more spur-of-the-moment words (since they'd achieved so much so far), I added, "It's going to be on… Wednesday night. (A/N: Greatest day of the week! Wednesday is now officially… SEX DAY!) Will I be well enough by then?"
"You should stay in the hospital for another two days. That means you'll be fine by Tuesday."
"That's perfect! I can prepare on Wednesday, while she's at work," I said. I am going totally overboard with this, but who cares? I am going to make it the best night she's ever had. I am going to make it years before she can think about anything else but the feeling of me on top of her…
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I bet you can't tell me that Planning Edward isn't sexy… I even dribbled myself, reading that. Haha. I need to get out more.
Mwahaha… I am sure gonna enjoy writing that lemon…
I hope you will enjoy reading it as much! :P
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