"Ouch!" I winced as Carslile wrapped a bandage around my wrist.

"Sorry," Carslile repeated for the 100th time. "I forget your skin is so soft and weak."

"I"m not weak," I muttered, looking away.

"Of course not!" Dad shot Carslile a humor-her look.

"Where's Mum?" I asked suddenly. My bum was numb from sitting on the table for about half an hour and it wasn't like Mum not to rush in dramatically and make a big deal of it by now.

"Gone to see your Grandad Charlie," Dad replied, glancing out the window.

"I want to see him too!" I tried to stand up but Carslile pinned me down again.

"Carslile's still working on you, sweetie." Dad sighed. "And I thought you wanted to go to school after anyway?"

"Oh yeah! Yes, I do..." I stopped struggling and stared at the floor.

There was a gentle knock at the door- I lifted my head to see Esme come in, holding a tray of cookies and a hot chocolate. The smell made my stomach rumble. Esme and Carslile laughed.

"Thought you'd be peckish, Nessie." Esme said fondly, laying down the tray.

"Thanks!" I took one of the chocolate chip cookies and bit into it- it was still warm, and the chocolate was all melty and gooey. Mmmm.

"I made them myself," Esme added proudly, sitting down on the table next to me.

"Are we nearly done here?" I asked Carslile in exasperation. The clock read 12:03. Lunchtime started at 12:30! If I couldn't be there for Mia the whole day, I was going as long as I can.

That stupid bloody tree! Its all the tree's fault! Oh the things I could do to that tree right now ...

"Ow!" I was distracted as Carslile grabbed my arm and started pushing it on certain points.

"Does this hurt?" he pushed on one point near my shoulder.

"Yes."

"Does this hurt?" he moved his fingers and pushed down again.

"Yes."

"Does this hurt?"

"Yes."

"Does this hurt?"

"Yes."

"Does this hurt?"

"Yes."

"Does this-"

"It ALL hurts!" I snapped yanking my arm away from his cold fingers. Esme felt my forehead.

"Maybe you should get some rest, Nessie, you look tired ..."

"I'm not tired!" I insisted, and slid off the table. "I'm restless. I want to go to school! NOW."

"Renesmee, it'd be better if you stayed at home today. and maybe tomorrow too. Its not good to be running round all day, not good for your back, which has several spinal injuries ..." Carslile blabbed on.

"You heard the Doctor." Dad yanked me by the legs so I was hanging upside-down.

"Hey! Put me DOWN!" I squealed. Carslile and Esme's concerned faces stared at me from the wrong way round.

"Daaaaad!" He twisted me round and flung me over his shoulder, still holding my legs. Ughh!

"Dad let me go. Now!" I demanded, thrashing about. But his marble skin was tough, and I probably wasn't inducing any pain whatsoever. I changed tactics and bit his shoulder.

"Ow! Renesmee Cullen!" Dad said sternly, jiggling me about. I swayed on his shoulder.

"Careful, Edward." Esme said anxiously.

"I'm not gonna drop her!" Dad insisted, laughing. "Come on champ, lets go to bed."

Champ? Bed?

"Noooo!" I whined. "I want to see Mia. Please let me see her, Daddy. Pleeeeaseee." I begged.

"Nope!" Dad said cheerfully. "Bye Esme, Carslile. Thanks for everything." And he started out the house, me swinging from his shoulder.