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Edward Cullen/might piss himself
"We're local," Emmett replies. "By further you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
She must do something funny because Emmett starts laughing.
"Do you think there's a chance we could be related?" he asks.
"I'm from Phoenix, but according to my mom, Dad was a pretty big manwhore back in his day. It's possible."
The morphine is starting to wear off.
"Hey, you mind giving me my best friend back?" I call.
"Sure ... you've got five minutes," Bella replies.
"Sup, broseph?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," I whisper and point to the IV bag I'm hooked up to. "I can't go anywhere hooked up to this."
"Dude, I love you and all. You're my best friend, but there is no way in hell I am holding a bedpan for you to piss in."
I sigh.
"I'm not going to help you pull your pants down either. Tell Rose about my birthday. I don't care."
There's shuffling and a red-faced Bella pokes her head into my room.
"I can help with that."