A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my Advanced English teacher who told my class about a magazine cart that a worker pushed through the hospital to the patients rooms. I, having been in the hospital many times in my life if not for me than for one of my family members, knows positively that no such cart exists. This is also dedicated to Eleen who dubbed it the 'haunted magazine cart' during an assembly on Friday for malaria and diseases in Africa, as well as unicef in between playing 'natural disaster'. Also, I will not be taking any more requests now until I finish offthe ones that I have recieved and the original ideas I myself have. They should do me up until Halloween. Read and review? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

To Read Or Not To Read

"How are you feeling?" Edward asked as he gently ran his hand over Bella's broken collarbone with extreme care not to press any harder than the gaze of a butterfly's wing.

"Better. I think I should be able to go home tomorrow." Bella said shakily as she reveled in the icy touch of Edward's boreal skin against hers.

"Tomorrow? Bella, Carlisle never even got the brace on you yet."

"Hey, it's wishful thinking." Bella smiled.

"Do you want anything?" Edward questioned, thinking that after a good six hours in a hospital bed, Bella must be bored out of her mind. "A snack? A book?"

"A kiss?" Bella prompted, looking as innocent as she could.

Grinning, Edward said "Alright. That last one is easy enough to supply."

Leaning down, he mistily kissed the fracture his beloved had gained from getting tangled up in pumpkin lights and falling down her front steps.

After pulling away, Edward glanced over to her bed table, noticing that the only book she had with her was her battered old copy of Wuthering Heights.

"Bella, are you sure you don't want me to get you a book? That one you're reading is getting pretty worn out. Not to mention old, tattered, and boring."

"No, Edward. I'm fine. Besides, one of my nurses said that there is a magazine cart that comes around to all of the rooms."

"Magazine cart?" Bella nodded. "I don't remember Carlisle mentioning anything about a magazine cart."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the was a strange squeaking sound. Flicking his gaze towards the door, Edward stared in astonishment as a solitary nurse's cart stacked high with magazines rolled on by the room with no one pushing it.

Once it was out of sight, he turned back towards Bella to see that her eyes were open wide with shock. Obviously, he was not crazy. There had to be a plausible explanation for this, didn't there?

"You just saw that, right?" Bella whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah." Edward agreed as he watched her blink a couple of times before looking up at him.

"You don't suppose…"

"A haunted magazine cart? I doubt it." Edward said. As an after thought, he added, "However, just in case both of us haven't gone mad, I'm going to talk to Carlisle when he comes to check up on you about moving you to our place and letting you heal there."

"That's fine by me."