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Bella Swan/bless Esme Cullen
She finds me lying on the bathroom floor, stark naked aside from the makeup from last night melting off my face.
"Vodka?" she asks, slipping inside and shutting the door.
"Yeah." I groan.
Esme produces a man's robe out of nowhere and helps me slip into it.
"Never could handle the clear stuff when I was younger," she tells me.
Is this real life?
Seriously? Did I die on my boyfriend's bathroom floor and is spending the rest of eternity talking to his mother my personal hell?
"It looks like you've gotten past the worst of it. Do you think you can stand up?"
I try to find my limbs, but they feel like the Jell-o Emmett kept pouring into the blow-up pool in his back yard last night.
"I honestly don't know."
"Let's try. I take it you have a toothbrush here?"
"Purple."
I'm like a newborn giraffe when I make it to my feet.
Esme helps me to the sink and hands me my toothbrush full of toothpaste.