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Bella Swan/about to get the boot
"I think it's time you went back to your room ... Bella," Esme says. "My husband can help Edward."
I shrug and look over my shoulder.
He's is totally checking out my ass.
He looks up apologetically.
"I guess we'll go back to using Emmett as a messenger. Peace."
I throw up two fingers, step around Esme, and limp back to my room.
Apparently, Edward's call button works because Nurse Ratched comes flying down the hall and into his room.
"That girl needs to be removed from the premises or move her to another room," Esme demands.
Fuck.
Nursey Nurse assures her that everything will be taken care of and magically appears with my discharge papers a few minutes later.
I sign and initial where she tells me to, and I try to remain silent when she tears the clipboard out of my hands.
I try.
I do.
And I fail.
"You should seriously look into a different profession, lady, because you are the bitchiest bitch that ever did bitch."
She must have foreseen it because a security guard shows up seconds later.