Off course you'll get more than one today ;)

Happy Sunday, babes!

My stay in the hospital was making me crazy. I hated the laying down and watching the endless reruns of bad soap operas on the crappy TV.

During the next couple of days, the police came in to ask me questions about the assaulters and I felt extremely bad when I couldn't help them at all. They told me that they were two guys with guns and masks, dressed all in black who tried to invade the auction to steal some priceless jewels. Luckily, the police had a lead, as it wasn't the first auction to be interrupted by two of those guys. They had a few tips and the criminals weren't as careful the last time they tried to rob an auction.

The police told me it was the first time there was any gunfire, and that perhaps they weren't skilled, which made me one lucky son of a bitch to have only gotten a shot to the leg.

Paul managed to describe their height and body shape to the cops, though, which was good.

Whenever I woke from drifting off, there was someone by my side. Emmett had told the nurses to keep Tanya Denali out of my way would she decide to show her face again —which I doubted.

Riley had called, and when he heard I was in the hospital, he sent over a basket of fruit and a note.

She signed the papers, congratulations Mr. Bachelor.

Rosalie was the one to read the note, since she was just visiting me before her shift at Volturi. I hadn't smiled like this for a while now, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.

"So, I know Garrett was supposed to pick you up when you go home tomorrow, but I can take you to physical therapy if you want?" Rose and me had become great friends, and I appreciated her trying to do so much for me.

My eyes widened. "Oh, yeah. Wow, that would be great, seeing as I won't be allowed to drive until I'm fully recovered."

Rose smiled, lighting up the entire room.

"You know you haven't smoked one cigarette in over a week, right?" She blurted out suddenly, smirking.

"Don't remind me, woman." I chuckled.

"Now could be a good time to quit?" She asked.

I snorted.

"Yeah, probably. We'll see what happens when I get out of here," I told her.

"I gotta go for now, I have a thing later tonight and I have to go and get ready." Rosalie announced, standing up from the edge of the hospital bed and smoothing down her sweater dress.

"A thing? Is Emmett taking you out?" I wondered.

"Not really, Bella is." Rosalie smiled.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow and winced as I felt the bruised skin stretch.

"She'll tell you about it later, so see you for your first therapy session, Edward." She kissed my cheek and smiled before she strutted out of the room.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

One more night, I mused.

Most of you probably know I'm writing this as I go, no outline whatsoever. I'm liking the process, reading your reviews that lead and guide me along the way. If any of you have any suggestions, please let me know! I know where this story has to go and how I want to do it, but the little things can always be changed ;)

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday!