I suffered of boredom most of the day for the next twelve days.

Alice and Edward collected my homework for me and helped me with it so I didn't fall behind.

Today was the 29th, Memorial Day.

I had insisted Jasper still take me with him to the cemetery to put flags on the graves.

So, due to my temporary disability, Edward and Alice are taking Seattle, and Jasper and I are staying in Forks.

He was sitting in the chair by the window, legs over the arm, as we waited for Carlisle to come spring me.

It was 4:00am, but he was working a double shift, so he was still here.

Jasper announced, "He's around the corner."

Ten seconds later Carlisle entered the room. He looked disheveled. His hair was messier then usual and his clothes were ruffled.

I asked sympathetically, "Long night?"

He smiled warily, "Yes, a car accident. Four people came in at eleven last night. They're all fine, though, which is what's important."

He glanced at his clipboard and asked, "So, you think you're up to going out today? Yesterday you were complaining about hurting."

I insisted, "I'll be fine. Please can I go? I'm going to go insane in here!"

He sighed, "Okay, I'll give you a release slip. But you need to be back by three for your second dose of medication. And take these."

He handed me a tiny cup, which had two pills inside. One was my antibiotic, because the area that they stitched me had started getting infection despite cleaning it. The other was the milder of two painkillers they have me on.

I took them obediently and Carlisle turned to Jasper, "Don't forget to feed her some breakfast. And don't let the leg jar. If it starts bothering her too much bring her back."

Jasper nodded and Carlisle smiled, "Have fun, kids."

He floated out of the room as he jotted something down on my thick-growing file.

Jasper came over to the bed and shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "Um, Alice isn't here. Should I get a nurse?"

He pointed to the nearly folded pile of clothes on my nightstand. Alice has been helping me get dressed, because I couldn't do it alone just yet.

The nurses don't like me. I think it's because of how friendly Carlisle is to me. They all give me shifty side-glares and seem quite unfriendly when they are in here.

I blushed a light pink and admitted, "I'd rather have you help me."

His mouth fell open for a second, and then snapped shut.

He asked quietly, "Are you sure? It won't be weird for you, will it?"

His eyes were wide and honestly nervous.

I promised, "It'll be fine."

The idea of him seeing me less clothed than usual was… Okay, I won't sugarcoat, it was pretty damn nice!

He pulled the curtain to block our view from the door, even though he had closed it.

He hid on the other side of the curtain and instructed, "Do as much as you can, and call me when you need me."

I slipped off the thin hospital gown and put on my bra, then yanked my shirt on over my head.

I announced, "Alright, I need you now."

Jasper slithered around the curtain and pulled a chair over to the side of the bed. He handed me my pair of pants to hold onto as he started to unbuckle my leg brace.

When he had gotten all the way down he carefully removed it and set it on the ground.

I held my leg absolutely relaxed, afraid of hurting it if I moved it or strained it.

I watched him remove the hot cotton padding and throw it away, taking a fresh package out of my drawer.

He informed me, "I'm going to let it air out for a while, okay?"

I nodded, smiling a little. He took my shorts from me, looking acutely uncomfortable.

I was absolutely calm, confident that he would be just fine.

I honestly don't know what he was worried about. Maybe it was more embarrassment then worry.

I assured him, "It's okay, really."

He smiled at me slightly and unfolded the garment. I slipped my good leg into it and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the little electrocutes of pain that come with putting pants over my wounded area.

Jasper sensed my sudden stress and he joked, "Want some morphine, Bella?"

I laughed, "You know it."

My mind relaxed as he dulled my nerves.

He guided my foot carefully through the hole and slid the cloth up to my knee, breathing out slowly.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, "Be careful not to put weight on it, alright?"

Only once I verbally agreed did he hoist me to my feet.

I leaned only on my left leg, barely allowing my left foot to skim the ground.

I barely had to!

The arm he had wrapped around my waist was almost holding me off the ground. With his free hand he gripped the band of my shorts and tugged them into place.

His cold hand skimmed my almost-inner thigh and I felt my body starting to react, naturally.

I am a woman, you know.

My core started to tingle with heat and I blushed what has got to be a new shade of scarlet.

Jasper ducked his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Sometimes I have to wonder who's more of a traditionalist, him or Edward!

Edward was a more obvious one, not trying to hide that he was raised in a moral-happy time. He seemed proud of it, actually.

Jasper's human-hood had been long before Edward's. Almost 100 years, actually.

He may be more reserved about his values and beliefs, but they are certainly along the lines of Edward's.

Maybe that's why he was hesitant to help me dress.

I nudged him playfully, "It's fine, Jasper, I know it was an accident."

I couldn't help but tease him.

The moment was too perfect.

I leaned down and kissed him behind his ear before whispering, "Though I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't."