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Beep. Beep. Beep.

My alarm clock went off again. It was Sunday, the day of my surgery. I knew the second I woke up, I would have to get dressed and go to the hospital. I didn't want to wake up. So even though I was awake, I still just laid there. My dad came into the room and left a note on my dresser that said Edward was taking me to the hospital, and he'd be there after it was over. After he left, I cloed my eyes again.

Suddenly, he was at my side, shaking my shoulders.

"Bella?" Edward asked, anxious.

I shrugged his shoulder away and snuggled under the covers, to make it look like I'd really been asleep and he'd woke me up.

"Bella, I know you can hear me. Come on, wake up."

"MmmNya!" I cried, throwing my arm out.

"What? That didn't make sense."

"Too tired to make sense..."

Edward chuckled and stole my comforter. I sat up and glared, trying to take it back, but i couldn't break through his Herculean strength. Besides, if I'd pulled any harder, I would've ripped my sheets. Finally, I gave up and laid back down without a cover. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Bella, come on, get up."

I shook my head.

"Get up or I'll pick you up."

I glared at him. "You wouldn't dare."

He smiled my favorite smile. "Wouldn't I?"

Before I could come up with a good comeback, I was suddenly in his lap. He was holding me like a baby, with my head on his shoulder.

"Put me dooooooown," I whined hoarsley.

"Nope."

And with that, he picked me up and carried me to my closet.

"What would you like to wear today?"

"My blanket, and I'd like to asleep under it."

He chuckled again and grabbed my favorite t-shirt and jeans, exactly what I was going to wear today. Sometimes I think he's just pretending he can't read my mind.

"Edward, please, put me down."

"Why? I'm having fun."

I wrestled myself out of his arms and stomped back toward my bed.

"Oh, no, you don't," he said, grabbing me around my waist and pulling me back toward him. "You're going to be fine Bella, I swear. Carlisle is going to be doing the surgery, so even unconcious you'll know you're in good hands."

"Unconcious?"

He ignored that and put the clothes in my hands. "Go get ready to leave. I already cleared it with Charlie, so you're going ride with me. You're surgery's in three hours."

I glared at the clothes in my hands but didn't move.

"Bella, go get changed or I'm going to change you're clothes for you."

Well, that sent me flying to the bathroom. I quickly put on my clothes and brushed my teeth. I brushed my hair with my comb and put it into a bun. After that, I sat on the toilet. I was going to drag this out as much as I could.

Three soft taps at the door made me look up. "Bella, are you done?"

"No. Go away."

"Bella, seriously. Come out of the bathroom."

I was silent.

After a second, Edward turned the doorknob. I heard him sigh in frustration when he found out it was locked.

"Bella, please unlock the door."

I smiled in my silence and didn't move. Edward walked away from the door and was back in a flash. I heard the sound of rusty bolts moving against their will and looked up, shocked, just in time to see the doorknob fall of the door. What the freak, he took the doorknob off the door!

With the doorknob gone, he could easily push it open. He was at my side in a moment and, within seconds, had me in his arms bridal style and walking back out of the bathroom.

"Wait! What about the doorknob?!"

"Emmett will come and screw it back on. I'd do it myself, but the second I put you down, you'd go lock yourself in another room."

"So why didn't you just break the door down?" I asked sarcastically.

He smiled crookedly. "You wanna explain that to Charlie?"

True.

He headed straight out the door without stopping for breakfast. I found out yesterday that you can't have any food 6 hours before and after a surgery. That sucks. And whats worse, he brought Emmett's Jeep, knowing it was the only Cullen Car I still didn't know how to get out of.

Curse you, Emmett Cullen.

Once he had me completely restrained- I mean strapped- into the car, he got in on the other side and started the car. On the way to the hospital, he tried to make small talk. But I wouldn't cooperate.

He sighed and concentrated on the road, which really wasn't nessessary. Thanks to his insane driving, he got us to the hospital with lots of time to spare. He came around and undid the restraints- I mean seatbelts. When I was out of the car and on my feet, he put his hands on both sides of the car and stared into my eyes.

"Bella, before we go in here, I want you to agree to something."

I was wary. "What?"

"Be good. That means no resisting the IV, no hitting the nurses, and absolutely no attempted escapes. Please?"

I sighed and nodded. "Yes."

He smiled. "Good."

He led me to the hospital doors with one of my hands in his. As we stepped on the automatic door mat, I smiled.

And uncrossed my fingers.

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