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Edward Cullen/will take half a hand and be happy
The room we're in is pretty crowded.
Probably because I wasn't prepared for my mom, dad, and coach to show up for my follow-up appointment.
I am a grown man after all.
It's awkwardly silent as we watch Dr. Volturi go over my X-rays.
He flips back and forth, looking at each small detail.
"It's looking good, Edward. I'm confident we can put you in a cast today."
Bella gives a small "yesss", and I can't help but smile.
Mom was less than happy to see us walk into the waiting room together, wrapped around each other and laughing about the joke my perverted girlfriend had just dropped on me.
I squeeze her hand.
Dad asks a bunch of questions.
He's been googling.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen. You won't find a reputable surgeon in the U.S. who will be willing to attempt such a complex and unresearched procedure. The possibility of losing the hand all together is at stake if even the smallest thing went wrong."
"Fuck that."