Lookie, you guys are so lucky, you get TWO chappies. :) Review please, I want nine before I update again. That's not too much to ask for two chapters!

BPOV

I closed my eyes and deepened my breathing, but didn't sleep. Edward's arms were around my waist and hugged me close to him. I nuzzled my face into his chest, his scent making me light-headed. He chuckled, shaking the bed.

I must've dozed off at last, because suddenly Edward stiffened beside me, then climbed out of the bed and flashed from the room. I turned over, looking at the door. Why had he left? Then, I heard the front door slam. Charlie was home.

I rolled out of bed; My feet got tangled in the blankets, and I landed on the floor and small stack of books with a thud. I bit my lip to keep a moan in, but couldn't stop the tears that rushed down my face from the pain. Ow. It jarred my ribs, rubbing and grating them against each other. My door opened and Edward came back in, followed by Esme, then, a few moments later, Charlie.

Edward reached down and pulled the blankets away from my feet. Lifting me up and setting me gently on the bed, he ran a practiced hand over my ribs. Charlie watched him with a guarded expression. A whimper squeezed past my lips as Edward's gentle hand hit a bump; He bit his lip.

"You shifted one out of place." his expression was tormented.

Charlie lost his protective look and said, "Should we take her to the ER?"

Edward shook his head. "No, I can handle it." he gave me a sad smile, one that said he'd rather anyone else have his job. "I've had to do Emmett's before." the lie rolled easily off his tongue. My pulse quickened as I realized what he was intending to do. I looked up at him. He must've seen the fear in my expression, because he kissed my cheek gently. "I will be quick, love."

But Charlie stepped forward, hands up. "Now wait a minute! You're only seventeen, Edward, how do you know how to set ribs?"

Uh-Oh. Charlie was suspicious. Esme looked contemplative for the briefest instant.

She then interjected, "Carlisle has been teaching Edward a bit. He plans on going to medical school."

Charlie still looked skeptical. In between shallow breaths, I assured him, "At least it's free, Dad."

My ribs were really hurting, so whatever Edward was going to do, had to be done now. I was practically hyperventilating trying not to move them much. Charlie watched me breathe for a few moments, then nodded.

Edward knelt in front of me, and placed his palm on the bump. I swallowed and pressed my face into his shoulder.

"For me to do this, you need to relax." He murmured comfortingly in my ear, his breath tickling my face and easing some of my tension away. "Otherwise, it will hurt more and quite possibly puncture a lung."

I smiled into his shirt. "I trust you, Edward." I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Then, without warning, he pressed on my ribs, hard. I flinched, seeing bright specks of light as my head was filled with a roaring. I swallowed, tasting blood , and realized I'd bitten through my lip. Edward saw this and whirled around to face Esme.

"You might want to leave," he said calmly.

I saw her stiffen and her eyes flashed black. Luckily, though, Charlie didn't; her back was to him. Then, she turned and calmly walked out. Charlie followed her out, then returned a few moments later with a wad of toilet paper in one hand.

My lip oozed blood, dripping down my chin into Edward's cupped palm. I worried that my blood in his grasp - literally - would undo him. I watched his own eyes darken to onyx and saw him stop breathing. After doing so, his eyes lightened infinitesimally to a dark orange.

"Edward?" I asked softly. He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head and took the tissue from Charlie. He dabbed at the cut until I took it and did it myself.

"Go clean up," I said, hoping to convey with my eyes what I wanted him to do with it. Finally, I could give him something.

Edward's mouth fell open a bit, then his eyes darkened again.

"Go," I insisted quietly. He nodded and stood, holding his cupped palm carefully before him so as not to spill.

Charlie stepped out of his way, then walked over to me and pulled away the tissue to look. "Not bad," he commented, brows knit. "It won't look or feel too good for the next couple of days, but it'll heal." Then, he kissed my head and left.

Edward came back in. Something in his expression worried me. But his eyes were creamy topaz again, instead of the red I'd expected. He sat beside me on the bed and opened his arms. I obliged willingly.

"Are you alright?" He was shaking, what had I done?

"I couldn't," his angelic voice rasped. "It's like giving a human a bit of chocolate; it's worse than not having any." He pressed me closer, like he had when James had threatened us. "And I knew, without a doubt, that if I'd drank that little bit, I would've become a monster in a feeding frenzy. Edward pried my chin up with two fingers so he could see my face.

"Bella, if I had drank that less than a teaspoon of blood, there would be nothing left to you by now." His tone was both disgusted and sad.

My eyes widened. Then, I blushed and pressed my face to his chest. "Edward, I'm so sorry," I could feel the traitorous tears dampening his shirt. "I didn't mean to tempt you."

He wrenched away from me, eyes blazing and scorching me. "You're sorry because I'm a monster?" his voice was low, dangerously so. "You're apologizing for appealing to my inner demon?" He shook his head, agony radiating from him like rot from a carcass.

He was scaring me.

I think he realized what he was doing, because he pulled me close again. Now I was shaking, too. Edward kissed my hair.

"Bella, forgive me, please. Just the thought of hurting you makes me ill. I overreacted, I'm sorry." This time, he kissed my cheek, then brushed away my tears.

"How could I not forgive you, Edward? You didn't do anything." I said, drying my face more thoroughly on my bed sheet.

Edward frowned. "I scared you."

I shrugged. "I've been scared before." Then I stood. "I'm going to rinse out my mouth, the taste of this is making me sick."

He chuckled at the irony.

I re-entered my room to find Edward sitting in my rocking chair, arms folded and looking like a Greek god. I sat on his lap as my stomach rumbled.

"Dinner time," he smirked.

I put my hands to my throat, eyes wide. Edward merely rolled his.

"It wasn't funny the first time, Bella, and it isn't this time either."

I showed my tongue off. He just grinned and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back. He looked hurt and confused until I tapped my cut lip, which was still bleeding sluggishly.

Edward looked horrified as he leapt up, pushing me away. "Damn it Bella!" he bit out.

I reached for him, ignoring the protesting twinge in my side. "Edward, it's not your fault. I wanted a kiss too. We'll just have to refrain for a few days." I said more quietly, trying to soothe him. Honestly, sometimes he was moodier than a hormonal pregnant woman!

He shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes, muttering under his breath. Most likely, they were dark profanities.

I walked up behind him, sliding my arms around his waist. "Edward, calm down. I'm honestly fine." I kissed his shirt. "Let's go see what it is that Esme is making that smells so good."