Okay, this chapter is pure fluff filler. :) But hey, that's what this fic is for, right? It's a tad shorter than the last one, and I'm sorry for that, but it was liked so much by the few people who did review, I couldn't let them down.

A quick thanks to them, I wouldn't have continued otherwise. To: BellaandGinny, PocketofChange, and Vampire90. Thank you all for your constructive critiquing. A note: I have a cybersitter on my computer, and I'm working on getting it turned off. It takes out the weirdest words in my fics. So please, if you notice a spot where a word should be, tell me!

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BPOV

I woke to Edward's familiar scent in my face. That's when I realized every single inch of me ached. My ribs protested each breath, and my head was killing me. It felt like I had a hole in me. And then there was the matter of the little needle in my hand.

I turned my face to find my nose almost touching Edward's. "Hello, Bella." He smiled, making my heart rate jump around erratically. He pressed his lips lightly against mine as the monitor went wild.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked, feeling groggy, and still trying to get my breath back from Edward's short but passionate kiss.

Hurt flickered across his expression. "You want me to leave?" Edward stood up.

"No, that's not it." I sat up, reaching for him. Bad idea, Bella. Very bad idea. I felt my ribs rub against each other. I sank back into my pillows, a moan escaping. Sweat had broken out on my upper lip and neck.

Edward put an arm around my shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, cradling me. "Sh, breathe." I could see anxiety in his eyes.

I realized I had tears rushing down my cheeks from the pain. I rested my head against his shoulder. "Everything hurts," I cried, sniffing. "Don't leave me, please. I couldn't get through this without you."

He stroked my hair, sending shivers down my spine. "I wouldn't leave, Bella. I've been right here, the whole time."

I noticed, peculiarly, he was still in the clothes he'd been wearing yesterday, while I was in an embarrassing hospital gown. "That's all I was wondering, Edward. Just if you needed to go change or something."

"I'm sorry, love." he pressed his marble lips to my throat. "No, I promised I wouldn't leave you."

I relaxed against him, relishing in his close proximity that made my heart do funny things.

We were still like that several hours later, when there was a quiet knock on the door, and my dad came in. An odd look crossed his face. How I wished I could read minds like Edward!

"Bella," his voice was filled to the brim with relief. "It's good to see you awake."

Edward stood. I looked up at him, glaring with all the force I could muster. He only indulged in his crooked smile. My heart monitor registered the palpitations.

Charlie looked over at it, then laughed. "That's interesting. It'll take some getting used to. Has it happened before?"

"Quite often, actually," Edward said, still smiling.

I felt like I was the only one who didn't see the humor in this and frowned. Edward caught that and asked anxiously, "Do you want some pain medication? You should probably be sleeping."

I shook my head. "I'm not tired." which was a lie, but I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to get out of here.

Edward read the look, and frowned. "You don't honestly think they'd let you go home in this condition?"

"What condition?" I snapped irritably. "There's nothing wrong with me other than a few busted ribs and feeling like I've got a watermelon in my skull."

Charlie shook his head. "I agree with Edwin- Edward. You shouldn't be home right now. You need taking care of, and I can't do it." If Edward had noticed the name slip-up, he didn't say anything.

I flushed. "I can take care of myself. What's a headache compared to last time? I had a broken leg among other things, and I'd been through a lot."

Edward looked lost in thought for a moment, then excused himself. "I need to make a phone call, I'll be right back."

My dad sat in the vinyl chair and fidgeted. I realized then he wasn't at work, and asked him why.

"I have to leave in a few minutes, hon, I just wanted to check on you. You'll be alright with Edward?"

I nodded, making my head spin, and causing everything go out of focus for a moment. "Of course, Charlie, don't worry about it."

Edward came back in, Carlisle at his heels. Edward was grinning. "I've secured your housing arrangements, Bella."

I was confused and my head still hurt. "I'm sorry, what?"

"As long as Carlisle finds you ready, I'm to take you to home." He turned to Charlie, continuing, "If it is alright with you, sir. My mother is waiting there to help take care of her until she is fit to do it herself."

Charlie sighed with what I took as relief. "That would be a great help, Edward. As long as Doctor Cullen finds you able, Bella, you can go home today."

My face broke out in a grin. Carlisle strode forward, clicking on his penlight. He moved it from one side of my face to the other, watching as my eyes followed it. It hurt. Like crazy, but I didn't blink, even though my eyes were watering.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Carlisle turned off the light. I rubbed my streaming eyes, blinking away the spots.

"Come check in next week. No driving for awhile, Bella. Not until I have seen you fit to do so." To Charlie, he continued, "She still has some depth perception issues, and will suffer from headaches for a couple weeks. Bring her back if she shows any worsening signs."

I sat up slowly, blinking away the slight dizziness. "So I can leave now?"

Edward chuckled quietly. "Yes, silly Bella, that's precisely what he means."

I shoved back the covers and slung myself out of bed in giddiness. Two words: wrong move. Everything got very fuzzy, and as all the sound was drowned out by the white noise invading my ears, I felt like my entire body had fallen asleep. My legs buckled, and a marble arm slid around my waist, supporting me.

"Isabella, don't you have any more sense?" Edward said hotly. I realized I was clutching his shirt in my left hand as I tried to stand on my own. I slid my right arm around his neck as he straightened, putting me on my feet but not letting me go.

I realized my hand was burning. I glanced down at it, and saw I had ripped the IV out when I'd stood. The expected red liquid dripped from the torn skin, between my fingers and onto the floor. Edward, following my gaze, stiffened.

I looked up at him, nervous for a moment. But his eyes remained their brilliant butterscotch. He kissed my temple as Carlisle went to the dresser drawer for gauze. Edward backed up and gently sat me down on the bed. He supported me with a hand at my back, tracing small circles.

I could smell the blood and it was making my head spin. I held my breath, but after a measly ten seconds, I had to let it out and take in more. Carlisle came over with an alcohol swab and gauze. After cleaning the wound, he bound it, then bent over to mop up what had dripped on the floor.

I looked up into Edward's topaz eyes, feeling myself drowning. "I'm ready to try again."

"Are you sure?" I nodded, a flush coming to my cheeks from the way he was looking at me.

Charlie looked at his watch. "Ah! Sorry, Bells, I've really got to head out." he kissed my cheek. "I'll see you later, k? Don't bother to cook dinner."

"Alright, Dad." I smiled. "See you later." After he left, I looked at Edward expectantly. He stood obligingly, pulling me up with him, but still against him. After the dizziness passed, I pushed at his torso gently. He stepped back. I stuck my chin in the air and took several proud steps forward. I turned to look at Carlisle and Edward as I walked.

"See? I can go home now." I smirked, turning back to watch where I was going.

"Bella, watch out-" Edward was a tad too late. I'd walked straight into the doorjamb. He was at my side in a moment, supporting me when I would've fallen.

I rubbed my head. I was getting a migraine. "I don't understand . . . I had plenty of room."

Carlisle smiled at me as he examined my new bruises. "I told you that your depth perception was off."

"Do I still get to go home?"

Edward laughed. "Yes, just no more walking into the door."

I stuck my tongue out for a moment. "Would you believe me if I said I forgot to use the knob?"

"I'd indulge you." he replied, kissing me lightly.

After I'd dressed, I met Edward in the hallway. He was standing behind a wheelchair, hands resting on the handles.

"No way." I shook my head, then winced. I had to remember not to do that. He pushed it forward, then walked around it and wound his arms about my waist. Edward began to trail kisses from below my ear to my collarbone, making me shiver. Then, without any warning, he quit and dumped me into the chair. I sputtered up at him, and all he did was smile.

He was infuriating.