Okay, so I just read my emails and um. Wow. 36 emails. You guys really know how to make a girl feel special! And I won't make you wait so long for the next chapter. The only reason it tok so dang long last time is because we have exams at my school next week. And you know, instead of writing silly little stories like this, I really should be studying.

Ah, oh well! On with the show!

Disclaimer: I own nothing....dang....

I walked through the doors of the hospital and began to get nervous again. I hated doctors. And needles. And anything uncomfortable. I would've turned and ran, but Edward wouldn't let go of my hand. I tugged on my hand a little. Useless.

"Hello," Edward said pleasantly to the sign-in nurse. "I'm here to sign in Bella Swan." Why was he so dang cheery when they were about to drug up and cut up his girlfriend?!

"Hello, Edward," she answered just as pleasantly, "Bella's father came in earlier and filled out all the paperwork. All you have to do now is wait for the doctor."

"Thank you."

He dragged me to the other side of the main lobby and sat me down in a chair next to him. I didn't say anything.

"Bella, why do you hate doctors so much?" he asked me. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Seriously, I want to know."

I was about to say something, but then the doors burst open and a bunch of doctors quickly wheeled in a blood-covered man. "We're losing him!" one of the nurses yelled. "What's wrong with him?!" "I don't know!" THe other doctor said as they ran through another set of doors. I just looked at him.

He shook his head, trying very hard not to laugh. "Never mind."

We sat there in silence for a while. After about 10 minutes, I got bored and decided to look at one of the magazines. I picked up a Highlights magazine and looked through it. All the jokes in the book sucked, the pictures looked like they'd been drawn by a monkey, and all of the mazes were either 2 or 3 lines to get to the finish line. I shook my head and threw the magazine back on the table. The people who made those Highlight magazines ought to be ashamed of themselves.

Just then, Carlisle came through the door and called out, "Bella Swan?"

I stiffened next to Edward's arm. I know he felt it because he kissed my forehead and rubbed my arm soothingly as we stood up. I still didn't say anything. Carlisle led us down the corridor and stopped at a door marked 209.

"Here you go, Bella," he said, opening the door. I walked inside. It was one of those single hospital rooms with only one bed. On that bed, there was a hospital gown.

"I'l let you get changed into you're hospital gown. Then I'll come back and get you ready," Carlisle said. I smiled and nodded. He left and closed the door behind him.

Edward grabbed the hospital gown and shoved it at me. "I'm going, I'm going," I croaked, heading toward the the bathroom.

Once the door was locked, I threw the gown into the sink and observed the window. It was too small; my butt would never fit through that. "Dangit..."

Well, I might as well go through the motions of cooperating. That way they'll never see my escape coming. I quickly stripped down to my underwear and pulled on the hospital gown. I reached behind me to button up the back. But there were no buttons. Or strings, for that matter. Oh, no, this wasn't going to work.

"Edward..."

"Yes?"

"I'm in a predicament!"

"What?"

"This hospital gown had no back to it."

"It's not supposed to."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't work for me."

"Just come out of the bathroom."

"Are you crazy? I don't want you to see my underwear!"

"Bella, there's nothing I can do. All the gowns are like that."

"Well, I'm not coming out of the bathroom until I figure out how to get a back on this thing."

"Bella, you're going to be laying down the entire time you're in the hospital. Except for when you go to the bathroom. So there's really no reason for you to have a back."

"Let me think. I might come up with something good."

I leaned back like I was going to do a back bend and gathered the edges of the gown together. It worked! I could just hold it like this when ever I needed to get up. Only problem being; it would only work if I was arched like this.

"Okay, Edward, I fixed it. I'm coming out."

I hobbled forward and groped for the doorknob, but I couldn't see it. All I did was unlock the door.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please open the door? I can't reach it."

Edward's footsteps got closer to the door when it suddenly swung open. "What do you mean, you can't reach the-"

He took in the picture of me arched over with my head toward the sky trying to hold together my dress and and almost fell over he was laughing so hard.

"Wh- you- loo-" he couldn't even say anything, he was laughing so hard.

And at that moment, Carlisle came back into the room. "What is so f-" He took one look at me and started to fall out laughing. I ignored them both and tried to navigate my way back to the bed. But I couldn't see it.

By then, they'd both sobered up enough to know that I was having difficulties.

"Bella, stand up straight. You're going to hurt you're back that way," Carlisle instructed.

"Yeah, I can't. I'm not sure if you know or not, but these things don't have backs on them. I'm not real sure I want either of you seeing my backside."

Edward was at my side in a moment, scooping me up gently in his arms and quickly putting me into the bed. I flopped onto the pillows.

"Okay, Bella," Carlisle began, looking at a clipboard, "the first thing we have to do is get you an IV."

I winced. Edward noticed this and rubbed my arm again.

"It's okay, Bella," he murmered.

"I'm going have a nurse's aid named Mary do it. Okay?" I nodded.

Carlisle left and almost immediatley, a woman with a nurses outfit on came in directly after him. I quickly crossed my arms and put them under the covers. Mary came toward me with a long, rolling metal stand with a sack full of what looked like water. The bag had a long, thin tube coming out of it with a needle at the end. I presumed that was where my arm went.

"Okay Bella," she said cheerfully, "may I please see one of you're hands?"

I shook my head and crossed my arms more tightly.

"Bella, let the nice lady see one of your hands," Edward said. I shook my head again.

Edward stuck his hand under the covers and came out with one of my hands. "Hey!" I protested hoarsley. I know he heard me. But he didn't want to give me back my hand.

I tried to pull it out from under his, but he was using his strength against me. He grabbed my lower arm in one hand and grasped my hand with the other. I tried to yank my hand away, but it didn't even tremble. Dang.

With Edward practically giving my arm to this lady, she quickly poked my wrist. "Ow!" I said. She placed a piece of tape with a cotton ball over it and moved the pole toward me. Then she quickly left the room. Edward released my arm.

I rolled my head toward him. "What was that for?"

"It had to be done. And anyway, didn't you promise me out in the parking lot that you wouldn't resist the IV?"

"I had my fingers crossed."

Edward groaned and put his head in his hands. "What am I going to do with you?!"

Just you wait: next chaper, hitting nurses!