I'm sorry, but I have a tad bit of writer's block; I know where I want this to go, but I just can't get it on paper or into words. Like this chapter was going to have them (Mumble, mumble too low to hear.) Huh, oh well maybe next week…
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As it turns out Mark has 12 stitches, 4 broken and or cracked ribs, a sprained wrist and ankle, 5 broken fingers and toes, a slight concussion, and a crack in his humerus which is the bone in your upper arm… I think. There may be some other things, but it's impossible to tell unless he gets us an x-ray, which we refused. I on the other hand, due to tonight's and the last few beatings, have 24 stitches not including the 13 I got on my head, my wrist and knee are a little worse, but they'll heal. I have 6 broken and or cracked ribs not including the other 2 from the last time, 8 broken fingers and toes, a few noticeable cracked bones that can't be treated, so they'll have to heal on their own, and a busted lip. Carlisle said we were lucky to be here if we hadn't had as much adrenalin running through our systems as we did we would be laying somewhere feeling as if were half dead. Thank, Carlisle has a stash of over the counter pain killers!
Edward kept me plenty distracted while Carlisle did my stitches and I was so happy, because I barely felt a thing! He left when Carlisle wanted to check my ribs and stomach, I expected as much. After checking us over announced what was broken and stuff, then that we could go to bed. Ah bed, as soon as I heard the work I was practically asleep, but we still had to get cloths, and what room we were going to be put in. Alice, who was dressed in a pink and white polka, dotted p.j. told me to follow her to find some pajama's that, would fit me, while Emmett took Mark to find him some. After getting some girly purple cloths for pj's, I went to find Mark and say goodnight to everyone. Emmett told me he had already shown him a room and that he had passed out, I felt like I was close to doing that to so I told everyone goodnight and that I'd see them tomarrah. My accent was layer'd on thick with that word so I got a few chuckles and Esme led me to where Mark was sleeping; she wanted to give me my own quarters, but I refused and quickly fell asleep next to Mark.
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Ohhhh, I feel like I was just dragged across assault, ran o'er by a tank and spit out; not a fun feeling at all. I froze; there was movement to my right. I ignored the pain and leapt out of the bed and landed in a crouch ready to fight, and then realized where I was and saw that it was Alice not some damn recruit, shit. "Awe shit Alice! Why are you in here? I'm not ungrateful or anything, but you can't sneak up on me when I'm sleep 'in or you'll get hurt," I told her sitting on the edge of the bed.
She looked at me, like I had on a cowboy hat and was trying to sing some corny show tunes, but she did give me a reply, "Anna, why do you think I'm over here, and not beside the bed? Besides, I can take care of myself," she gave me a creepy smile with the last part.
"Okay then… whatever's corn is to your cob I guess…" These people or things are an odd bunch. "Wait," I said looking around, "Where's Mark?" I hadn't noticed he wasn't in the room because I was so worried about save' in my hind end.
"Oh he woke up earlier and when to talk to Carlisle and eat breakfast; Esme made waffles, hers are the best!" Hmm, I could use some food; I nodded and told her to lead the way.
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