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Edward Cullen/might kill his best friend
"Can you be serious for a second?"
There's radio silence for a moment.
"Yup. Apparently, I can. Shouldn't you be getting more morphine soon? Why are you calling me?"
Mom is mad that I'm using my phone.
She says I need to focus on my hand.
I tell her that it's still going to be here, broken and throbbing, after my phone call.
"I just wanted to make sure you found her."
The nurse who apparently hates Bella's guts enters the room holding a syringe.
"I'm about to get high as fuck—sorry, Ma. I'm about to get my prescribed pain management medication. Did you give Bella my phone number?"
Mom huffs.
Nurse ... Mallory, I think, is rolling her eyes.
Bella is great, in my opinion.
"Not yet. Right now, I'm trying to talk her into joining Rose and me for some polygamy. We're talking Big Love-style."
"Mom, Emmett stole your car."
"Fuck you, nark."
Mom threatens Emmett with bodily harm.
"Give her my number," I slur as the morphine enters my system.