A/N: Sherry rocks.
Chapter 37
Edward led me down the main corridor and into an office, where the doctor was waiting. He was an older man, in his late fifties, with dark silver hair and a mustache to match. I was grateful that he appeared a lot friendlier than the last family doctor I had met.
"Mrs. Castucci," he said, greeting me with a warm smile. "I'm Dr. Lombardo. Your husband said you had a fall?"
I glanced over at Edward, who had now closed the door and was leaning against the wall. He seemed to be good at telling tales lately. "Yes, but I feel perfectly fine," I said, turning back to face the doctor.
"Hmm, why don't you have a seat, and I'll have a look at your head," Dr. Lombardo said, motioning to the chair in front of him. I couldn't help, but wonder as I sat down if this was the chair Em had been sitting in just five minutes ago. I was dying to know what he had told the doctor and how badly he was hurt. I was wondering how willing Dr. Lombardo would be to share such information … If only my husband wasn't here.
I glanced over at Edward, he was watching the two of us intently, worry etched all over his face. I didn't seem like there was any chance of him leaving the room, not until he at least knew the both of us were okay.
The doctor proceeded to poke and prod about the wound on my forehead for several minutes before speaking again. "Well, you will be glad to know that it doesn't need stitches. Whoever cleaned it did an excellent job. Though, I think we will cover it up for a few days to save any dirt getting into the wound. I wouldn't want it to get infected." I merely nodded and he began to dress it. "Have you had any other symptoms? Memory loss, confusion or disorientation?" I shook my head. "No, headaches?"
"Nothing more than a dull throbbing."
"Ok. Good," He said, before turning to Edward. "Keep an eye on her for a few days, but she should be okay."
I rolled my eyes. That was the last thing I needed, a doctor telling Edward to keep an eye on me like he needed another excuse.
"Okay, Bella. If you want to lie down on the couch, we will have a look at this baby."
The baby was fine, but then I knew it would be. I wasn't bleeding. I wasn't in pain. I didn't have an unsettling feeling, but I was still relieved to hear someone else confirm it.
After the examination was finished, I asked the doctor if I could speak to him alone. Edward reluctantly left the room, his eyes knowingly stared at me. He knew what I had planned.
Now was my chance to ask about Emmett.