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Bella Swan/easily amused, apparently
I don't know what takes longer.
Getting my leg stitched up or waiting for our favorite nurse to return with my discharge papers.
Work is going to suck tomorrow, well, today.
I want whatever the hot football player across the hall is on.
He's been giggling since they brought him back to his room.
Suddenly, he goes silent.
And then not so silent.
"Fuck me!"
I have to clamp my hands over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Edward Anthony!" That voice has to belong to the older woman who was part of his arriving posse.
"But, Mom. Do you know how long this could take to heal? There's no way I can jack off properly with my right hand! It will feel like a stranger is touching me."
Ahem, this stranger would love to be touching you.
I could help him out while he gets better.
Just sayin'.