"Brat." He calls, laughing his ass off as he walks out of the den.
Then, I'm left with my thoughts once more. I spoke to my father earlier today, he said he was feeling good as new. He doesn't even remember having the allergic reaction to the anaesthetic.
No surprise there, since he was given enough medications to put him under for two days. With him officially being out of the woods, I can now calm down.
No more worries. Well there are worries but none about my dad if he follows the instructions for at home care.
I can finish watching the movie Edward and I started earlier.
"Oh, Bella," Jane calls.
"Yes?" I call back.
I see it before I hear it. Mary is with her along with Rose, and oh my god they have wine with them.
Damn it. I can't escape now.
The sudden ringing coming from my phone. I quickly crawl across the bed, accidentally banging my knee on the bedside table as I reach for it.
"Son of a bitch!" I cry, as the throbbing pain collides with it, and pain radiates all over my knee.
"Hello? Bella?" I can hear Edward call, but I am too busy rubbing my throbbing knee in crazy anger.
"Hello?" I finally answer, my jaw clenched to avoid screaming.
"Are you...okay, beautiful?" He asks, worried.
"Yes. I am. I just hurt myself." I reply, slowly.
I can hear all three of the girls laughing their asses off by the door. So, I flip them the bird, scowling at them while still rubbing my now sore knee.
"You bitches better hide!" I threaten as I watch them leave.
I sigh, "I'm fine now. How are your parents?" I ask, turning my attention back to him.
I can hear the tired sigh he lets out before speaking, "Better than earlier. My mom is a little angry that Alice told her we now have girlfriends that she hasn't met but she's hoping that she'll be able to come with us next time we go down to visit, " he responds.
"Is that your new girlfriend? Let me talk to her! I want to talk to her!" I hear, what I can only assume is Edward's mother.
I can hear another sigh before he speaks again. "Bell, she wants to talk to you. Would you mind calming down this crazy woman before she drives me berserk?" He asks, amused, as I hear a consecutive amount of slaps.
I lose count after seven, however, and end up letting out an embarrassing snort, and begin giggling as I hear Edward curse.
"I love hearing you laugh." he says,
"Give her the phone, Edward, before you lose an arm." I gently command, giggling.
"Fine. You asked for it, beautiful. " he says, receiving another slap. "Ouch! Quit slapping the same spot!" He murmurs.
"Give me that phone and I'll stop." She snarls back.
I laugh again, "Give the phone to your mom before she hits you with her cast instead of her good hand." I say again.
I see Roofy lift his head up before moving away from Clementine only to place his butt on her head. That snort that comes out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"Bella, I'm so sorry. She just fell asleep. " Edward says laughing amused.
"What?" I say confused.
"Since she's been in quite a lot of pain, the doctor that looking after her has put a button here that releases morphine. My mom, however, has a high tolerance for pain so I'm supposed press it if her heart rate starts spiking up. She'll be alright though." He explained.
"What about Carlisle?" I asked, remembering the awesome doctor who mended my fractured ribs.
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"He's —He'll be alright. I was told their main concern was the massive head injury he received, aside from the cuts he received from the glass after getting t boned. It hit my mother's side. It's a miracle she's even alive, the fact that she was alert when she was brought in, proves it. My aunt just wanted us to come home because one of us had to sign for my mom's treatment." He explains.
"So, no brain swelling or bleeding? How bad was the trauma?" I asked, concerned.
"I believe it's a concussion. He had an MRI done right after he was brought in. He doesn't have any signs of bleeding, or blurry vision. His head does hurt but it's from the blow." He said.
"Hmm. Wait, why did they have to put hum under then?" I ask confused.
"Well, because after the firefighters got there, he was trying to help them get my mother out but he just kept getting in the way. His blood pressure was way beyond normal, it was 168/80. They had to sedate since they worried he'd have a stroke., or heart attack." He explained.
"Is he alright, now?" I ask worried.
"I—I honestly don't know. They keep having to check his blood pressure. It's not stable yet." He muttered.
"Maybe you should go tell him that your mother is going to be alright. That might help." I suggested. "Who is with him?" I ask.
"Emmett. " he says.
"You might want to switch places." I suggest laughing, as he chuckles.
"I'll go do just that." He confirms.
"Good, now I'll let you go, since I have to work at seven in the morning. " I say yawning.
"Oh, yes of course. Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams, my love." He says.
"Goodnight handsome, I'll call you as soon as I can tomorrow. " I say, before we both hang up.
The next day:
I have never had something test my patience like today did.
It was like Murphy's Law seemed to be going out of it's way today. Why? I have no idea.
First, I woke up to Roofy's itty bitty barks, and Clementine's hissing. It was going to be one of those days I could sense it.
That happened at five in the morning.
Then, I had to go to the laundry room to get a pair of clean scrubs for me to wear since Roofy puked over the first ones I laid out before I showered, causing me to end up with a crimson red shirt and grey scrub pants.
Around twelve in the afternoon, nine victims that were involved in a three car collision.
Three toddlers, three women, and three men. I recognized them immediately by their facial features,along with their parents.
It was Victoria and her husband, James, along with their two babies.
Treating them was the hardest thing, I'd ever had to do.
James with a massive head and neck injury, cuts and burns from the seat belt, along with a badly broken leg.
He was immediately taken into surgery for his leg. Since everything else was minor.
Victoria had a broken collarbone, and a dislocated shoulder, along with some contusions to her forehead and right cheek.
Their babies seemed to be alright. Clean bill of health and some soiled diapers.
The next victim was Jenda Holmes, a sixteen year old, who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She wasn't wearing her seat belt.
When the wreckage happened, apparently she flew out of one of the vehicles, flew several feet, landing several feet away.
She had internal bleeding, several broken bones, and her brain was swollen and bleeding. After she was brought in she kept going into cardiac arrest. After the fifth time she didn't make it.
The person she was with was a seventeen year old male, Jeremiah Hollander. He too wasn't wearing a seat belt. He was pinned to the car after the collision, suffered from a heart attack.
In the end, the last family all past away from internal injuries. The little girl was six, reminded me of Ellie with her dark brown curls, and small dimples. Her parents died at the scene, having been t boned by the car with the teens.
I have always tried to desensitize myself from these particular scenes, but we have never had this many victims in this type of situation before. Much less two teens dying before.
I'm pretty sure no one was able to stomach, eating. I really needed a break, and some alcohol after that.
Vickie was able to go being discharged, having called her mother and James' to inform them of the situation.
I can still hear the cries of all the families who lost their loved ones today.
Seeing this, I suddenly thought about Edward. What if this to something? What if we end up married and something like this happens? I don't think I can handle seeing him like this.
By the time the late afternoon came I had a killer migraine, and ended up having to go home an hour before my usual time, since I started throwing up.
I barely made it home and up the stairs before I took a strong painkiller, closed all the drapes shut, pulled everything off before collapsing in my bed.
I don't remember waking up to eat but judging empty plate and glass on my night stand, I knew I had eaten.
Three and a half months later:
"When exactly are you going to bring that young man you met over again?" Mawmaw asked.
"Aren't you supposed to be asking about your son?" I ask amused.
"He's fine. I just called him." She answers, sipping her coffee.
"Mawmaw, honestly. He comes to visit when he can, but you have to understand, he's a police officer. He doesn't always have time." I reply, drinking lemon water.
"Why are you drinking that nasty looking water?" She asks, eyeing my glass.
"My stomach has been bothering me. I lt helps." I say, shrugging, as Millie comes and nuzzled my ankle with her wet nose.
Yes, Micah got me the black and white teacup Maltese named Millie and a gray teacup kitty named Smokey. I was thrilled until I asked them why.
Mary and he bought a teacup oinker named Wilber, which they left after my care. Now my family thinks I'm running a farm.
Worth it though. Pinky now has a buddy to play with and Roofy now has a buddy too, plus Clementine too.
It's a great thing I buy all their food and stuff at Costco, if not, I'd go crazy.
"Must you allow those things around the house?" She asks.
"Mawmaw, they're all babies. I can't let them outside, they can get hurt. Just look at this face do you want this little thing to be hurt?" I ask, lifting Millie and handing her to Mawmaw.
MIllie quickly licks her face. That's right, make her love you Millie dear.
"I guess you're right. Now, I'd like to know, is your boyfriend coming down this weekend?" She asks, enthusiastically.
"Yes, all his family is. Jasper is coming too, since their little sister is going out with him." I reply.
"Will you be working?" She asked.
"I will be working the Friday night shift, so no. I won't be working Saturday but I will be working on Sunday afternoon. " I say, drinking the rest of my lemon water.
I could feel her stare even if she still had Millie clutched to her chest.
"Bellsy, can I ask you a question?"
I stared back at her, my mouth still full of water.
"What?" I ask, tiredly.
"Have you and Edward been intimate?" She asked, curiously.
"Honestly?" I ask, playing with the condensation gather outside the cup.
She nods, cooing at Millie.
"It's only happened once, three months ago…" I say.
"... did you two use any form of contraceptives, dear?" She asked concerned.
"I don't remember that we did." I mumbled , putting my head in my hands.
"Well, it's easy to tell if anything happened from that time. Have you had your Aunt flow yet?" She asked.
"It's been light." I reply.
"Shorter than usual?" She asks.
"Just by a few days." I respond, thinking back.
I didn't think anything of it when I began spotting at work, and then started my period a day later, only lasting three days instead of the usual nine.
"Honey, you need to go to the doctor to get that checked out." She says patting my hand lovingly.
"Why would Bella need to go to the doctor?"
We hear a new voice ask, causing us to jump a foot in the air.