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Chapter 20 – Pallid Decision (Bella)
According to the doctor that had ran the MRI yesterday, Edward's mind was functioning properly. It was good news because it meant there was a more reasonable possibility that he would wake up than otherwise, but Bella hadn't been able to relax since she'd been allowed into his room late the night before.
She still hadn't called his father and as he wasn't brain dead she wasn't going to. Maybe the asshole did deserve to know that his son was in the hospital but Bella couldn't bring herself to care.
Bella had watched Edward all night and hadn't slept since she'd arrived at the hospital two days prior and she assumed it was the lack of sleep that was stressing her to the point of her nausea and vomiting. After all, she knew she wasn't pregnant – her doctor had confirmed that only three days prior.
Still, as she watched over Edward's – too pale – figure she knew that when he got better she'd have to say goodbye to Jake. It was a terrifying thought, because the reality was – with the exception of the money left from her father's will – she would have nothing. The house and the checking account were in Jake's name, even her old beat up pickup truck was technically his. She knew that without anything she'd likely end up on the streets again.
Renee hadn't been able to provide very often and Bella had spent probably half of her first nine years of life on the streets. By the time Bella had been old enough to remember, her mom had already gotten off the drugs and mostly only drank alcohol, but it was still an expensive habit, and they often didn't have enough money for basic necessities – food, shelter, even clothing. Still... Bella had always loved her mother, in spite of her numerous faults.
But now, as she thought about walking away from her husband, she didn't know if she could handle living that kind of life again.
Her stomach grumbled ominously and she quickly got up to make a hasty retreat to the nearest bathroom.