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Bella Swan/bloody hell
"What the hell, Edward?" I groan.
Everything hurts.
It feels warm and wet under my sleep shirt.
Fuck
"I am so sorry." He drops to his knees.
"You better be."
He helps me stand and follows me down the hall so I can assess the damage.
One look at my bloody shirt and he turns white as a ghost.
"Go wait in the living room. I can't handle this, and you fainting at the same time," I tell him. "It's not as bad as it looks."
By the time I've doctored up my elbow and cleaned everything up, Edward has moved all of the bedding back to the room.
He apologizes a dozen times.
I could tell him that I was pretending to be asleep, but where would the fun be in that?
"I think you should get me a bowl of ice cream to make up for throwing me on the floor."
"I didn't throw you. My feet got tangled, and I dropped you."
"Semantics. I think you should let me watch my movie too."
"Don't make me throw you again."