Rude Awakenings.
"Dude, wake up!"
A glass of ice cold water was thrown in my face and I sat bolt upright at the shock. I glared at the two dancing people in front of me.
"The fuck?! Stop blody dancing!" I moaned, holding my head in my hands. A slap to the face had me blinking in surprise and annoyance.
"We're not dancing and if you puke on my couch you can buy us a new one!" Rosalies bitchy tone cut through the haze in my head. I looked up at her and Emmett.
Rose was holding an empty glass, while Emmett thrust a full one with some type of green gloop in it into my hands.
"Drink." He ordered.
"Fuck that, I'm going back to sleep. The hell am I doing on your couch anyway?"
"You passed out in Bellas car without telling her where you live, dumbass. But that's not the point. Right now Bella needs your help. So drink that and lets get going."
I gulped down the thick mixture and instantly began to feel better. "What happened?"
"A car tried to run her down and then failed in an attempt of a drive by shooting." Emmett looked stricken.
"WHAT!" I fumed, blood boiling in my veins. "Where is she? Is she okay?" I jumped to my feet and was hastily pulling on my jacket.
"Calm down Edward or I'll have Rosie slap you again." Rosalie raised her hand ready to strike and I flinched backwards. "Bella is okay. Just a small wound to her forehead and she passed out at the sight of the blood."
Fuck! Head wounds can always be tricky. They bleed worse aswell. "Why didn't you take her to the hospital?"
"She hates them and I know you can clean her up without creating a huge medical bill." Emmett was right. I had trained under my father for three months while perfecting my first aid course.
"I'll see what I can do." We ran the short distance to Alices house and I made Jasper place her down on the couch. "Don't crowd her." I moved everyone back, but a small furry thing darted past my legs and jumped onto the back of the sofa. It was a cat.
"No Moggy, get down." Said Rosalie, attempting to move the small animal. The cat, Moggy I assume, hissed at Rose and swiped at her with her paw, effectively scratching Rose on the back of the hand.
Rosalie cried out in pain and Moggy settled herself on Bellas chest, purring.
I moved to the end of the sofa where Bellas head lay and the cat growled. It continued to growl at any of the others at any of the others if they moved too much.
I held my hand out for the cat to sniff. When I didn't get bitten or scratched, I ran my hand over her head. "Shh Moggy. It's okay. We just want to help her." I petted the cat again and her purring grew louder. "Rose, you should put a plaster on that once you've cleaned it. Cat scratches can be nasty."
Rosalie wandered off to the kitched to rinse the scratches, plucking a band aid from Alices first aid kit along the way.
I turned back to Bella and smoothed some loose tendrils of hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful laying there, it seemed a shame to disturb her and awaken the bitch within.
I examined the cut on her head. "This is good, not too deep. Just a graze. Head wounds always bleed badly."
I pressed gently against her skin and felt the muscle flinch underneath. Bella groaned and furrowed her eyebrows together.
"Ooh she's waking up!" Squealed Alice.
Well duh! I'm magic!
Bella blinked her big beautiful eyes open. Moggy was the first one there, checking to see if she was alright. They were practically nose to nose. "Good girl Moggy." She mumbled, giving the cat a scratch behind the ears.
She made to get up but I stopped her and gently pushed her back down by the shoulders. "Easy Bella. Can you stay put while I finish cleaning you up?" Please let me take care of you Bella.
"Edward, you're drunk. I can do it myself." She protested. Such a stubborn woman.
"And have you pass out at the sight of your own blood again? I don't think so. And I'm not drunk anymore, Emmett made me his hangover concoction. Does an excellent job of sobering a person up." I grinned at her. Thankfully no one objected to what I had said, so Bella settled back down on the couch. "Alice, have you got any disinfectant? There's some grit in the graze and from what Emmett tells me, it came from behind the trash cans. A whole plethora of bacteria could be in that cut right now."
"Excuse me! Can you not talk as though my head is going to fall off at any minute?! I've had grazes and cuts before, heck I've even been shot! Just stick a band aid on it and let me get up." Bella huffed, annoyance clear on her face.
Moggy got down and sauntered off, content in the fact that her mistress was okay. Bella was practically glaring holes through my skull.
I quickly doused some gauze in neat disinfectant and swiped it across Bellas forehead. "SON OF A BITCH!" She screamed. "GOD DAMMIT ED, YOU'RE MEANT TO DILUTE THE FUCKING STUFF!" She sat up and pushed me out of the way, storming to the kitchen. I could hear a tap running from my position on the floor and every so often a muttered curse word.
Aaand the bitch returns.
A slap to the back of my head brought me to my senses. "Ouch! What the hell Alice?" I groused, rubbing my scalp.
"Edward, you're an idiot. Simple as that. Now get your ass up off my rug."
"What did I do?"
"You mean aside from almost giving her a chemical burn?" Rose chipped in.
"No one asked you, bitch tits." I spat back.
Rose narrowed her eyes at me and Emmett stepped forward. "Don't talk to my wife that way."
"Well it's true. She is a bitch and it's like she has a permanent case of PMT!" I pushed passed them and went to apologize to Bella.
She was bent over the sink, using the reflective surface of a dessert spoon as a mirror, trying to get the last little flecks of dirt from her head.
"Bella?" She didn't even look round.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't pay attention to what Alice had handed me. I hope you're not hurt too badly."
"I'm not hurt Edward." She sighed deeply. "It just stung like a mother." She made a growling noise in the back of her throat and began furiously scrubbing at her head.
"Here, let me do that. You're just pushing the dirt further in." I walked over to her and stopped next to the sink. She sighed again and thrust the cloth into my hand. I dampened it some more and gently rubbed along the graze, effectively removing all traces of grit. "There we go, all clean." I rinsed the grit away and chucked the cloth in the sink.
Bella was still standing in the same spot with her head cocked to the side and her eyes locked on mine. "Thank you, Edward." She breathed, stepping closer.
"You're welcome." I murmured back, closing the distance between us.
Our lips were almost touching when she suddenly burst into tears. I blinked and stepped back, shocked at the sudden change in her emotions.
"Bella?" I asked, worried. She fell forwards onto my chest and sobbed. I had never seen anything like it.
Alice and Emmett came running into the room.
"What did you do?"
"What's the matter?"
They both asked their questions at the same time.
"I cleaned her up, she went to kiss me and burst into tears." I was confused.
"Emmett, how about you take Bella to her room. She's had a rough day." Alice smiled at him sweetly. "Edward and I need a little chat." She rounded on me.
Uh-oh...
Ooh they almost kissed! Those pesky emotions ruin everything!
Sorry about the delay in updating. I was toying with this chapter for a while. It originally started as a BPOV but then I noticed it was pretty much the same as EPOV when Bella is on the couch and he's sorting out her head.
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