Emergency Room Encounter

by Pandora's Box Is Heavy

A night spent in the ER with an injured football player across the hall. Their chemistry is instant and it all begins with a raccoon/cat. 175 "chapter" drabble. 5 updates a day.

104. BS - is this really happening?

104

Bella Swan/is this really happening?

She knows I'm here.

She knows I'm dying of alcohol poisoning.

"It's the first. I brought you a pot of black-eyed peas with okra—"

I'm back at the toilet and heaving until I think I'm going to turn inside out.

"Bella?" Esme asks.

I can almost picture the sneer on her face.

"Yeah, we got a little carried away last night."

Yeah, we did.

If by we you mean me.

If I wasn't super sore down below, I wouldn't recall Edward taking me against Rosalie's pretty third door on the right.

I'll never be able to smell vodka without remembering this moment.

The moment when I almost died. From the drinking or mortification, I don't know.

I'm never hanging out with Emmett ever again.

Stupid fathead.

A knock on the bathroom door.

"Bella?"

Is it just my still drunk brain or does she sound concerned?

"Uh. I'm naked."

The door opens, and her perfectly coiffed head pokes inside.