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Edward Cullen/will not vomit
It's Friday.
Fucking finally.
Well, not really.
Unfortunately, we have things that must be done before we can get to that.
I pick Bella up, and we grab a quick lunch that I immediately regret eating when Dr. Clearwater pulls out a small pair of scissors and a set of tweezers.
I can feel the blood drain from my face and pool heavily in my feet.
Why did I insist on coming in with her again?
"You all right over there?" the doctor asks, dropping his tools and reaching for me.
I nod and drop into a chair in the corner of the room.
"He's really squeamish," Bella explains, giving me an "I told you so" look.
I pull out my phone and try to focus on catching up with a few Words With Friends that I've been neglecting and not on the "snip, snip" sounds coming from the bed.
"Any big plans for the weekend?"
I hear Bella give a low chuckle.
"Yeah, we sure do. Huge plans."
Dr. Clearwater hums.