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EPOV
I carried Bella into my apartment and placed her on my couch. I sat down next to her and just watched her for a moment. She was fascinating to me. After looking over her medical records, I couldn't imagine someone who had so many mishaps was still walking. It was as if she had some sort of super power that prevented her from getting too hurt. She was fascinating in other ways as well, like the way she scrunched up her lips when she was frustrated, or the way her face turned bright red when she was embarrassed, and the way she couldn't bring herself to call me Doctor Cullen because I wasn't her Doctor Cullen. I wanted her to, though. I wanted to be her Doctor Cullen. I wanted to take care of all her ailments and figure her out.

I lifted her feet into my lap and began to examine them. She did just trip and fall. She could have broken her ankle so I had to check it out.

"I didn't get hurt," she said nervously.

I continued to examine her ankles while looking up at her. "Are you sure? Sometimes it doesn't always hurt until you try putting weight on it."

"I'm fine. Really."

"Let me get you a towel then." I got up and dug through a box to find a towel. Once I found one I got it a little wet and brought it back over to her. I started to clean her up myself but she quickly grabbed the towel from me and started to do it herself. I sat back down next to her and watched her try to pull the noodles out of her hair. "Can I help?" I asked reaching over and helping to pull the noodles and rice out of her long, wavy hair. I took a chance and ran my fingers through it a few times while I worked the noodles out. It had been a long time since I'd had the opportunity to spend time with a woman. After the accident I pretty much pushed everyone away. But moving here was supposed to be a new start and so far it hasn't been bad.

"You are aware you have food in your hair too, don't you?" she asked as if I had no idea there was stuff all over me.

I smirked and nodded my head. "I wanted to help you first."

"Like I said, I'm..."

"Fine," I interrupted. "I know. It won't hurt to let someone help you once in a while, will it?"

She sighed and sort of glared at me like she was trying to be intimidating. It didn't work. "I guess not."

"Look, Bella we're both covered in food. It's not like I'm going to think any differently of you just because you have food all over you." I took another chance and pulled another noodle out of her hair before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger a little longer than they should have. "I actually kind of like it."

She rolled her eyes at me which caused me to chuckle a little. She tried to be so tough but she really wasn't.

My cat, Mocha, jumped up in Bella's lap and in true Mocha fashion she scratched Bella's arm. Bella screeched and grabbed at her arm.

"Mocha!" I shouted in a stern voice and picked her up to get her off of Bella. I went to get a first aid kit to help Bella and internally thanked Mocha for giving me another chance to help Bella.

I kneeled down in front of her and quickly started to clean the scratch and bandage it up. I could feel her eyes watching me just like she did when she was at the hospital.

"What was it you wanted, Doctor Edward?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said stopping what I was doing and looking up at her.

"You startled me when you called out my name. What did you want?"

"Oh," I chuckled and paused a moment. What was it I wanted? I didn't really want anything. I just happened to see her sitting in her car watching me while she was talking on the phone and I wanted another chance to talk to her. Lucky me, I got my chance and it was even better than I expected. I had to think about it for a moment so I had an excuse to tell her. "I was just going to apologize for earlier; for teasing you about your pajamas. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"You didn't," she quickly said. The look on her face told me she was lying.

"Well, I'm sorry anyway. And I'm also sorry for startling you and causing you to spill your food." This was the perfect chance to make a move. "Why don't I take you out to dinner to make up for ruining yours?" I offered.

I saw her take in a deep breath and contemplate my offer. For a moment I was sure she was going to accept until our eyes connected. I knew then she was going to say no.

"I don't think it would be a good idea to go anywhere covered in food. I should probably go home to take a shower anyway."

"We can go after both of us get cleaned up."

"I appreciate the offer but I think I've had enough excitement for one day. If I tempt the fates anymore I might end up back in the hospital."

"No you won't. Not when I'm here to take care of you," I joked.

She tried not to smile but she couldn't hold it all back. I liked making her smile. Her smile was even better than the scrunched up lips.

"Come on, have dinner with me," I pleaded further. I had this overwhelming feeling like I needed to be around her. Maybe it was just to protect her from getting hurt or maybe it was something else. Regardless what it was I grew up being told by my mom to listen to me instinct and feelings. I needed to listen to this feeling.

She thought about it a little longer and I could tell she was trying to decide what to do.

"I'll tell you what; go get cleaned up and if you want to go to dinner meet me downstairs in twenty minutes. If not then I guess I'll be going to dinner alone."

She smiled and her eyes lit up. Nodding her head, she agreed. I helped her to her feet and took the high heels away from her to prevent her from falling anymore. I waited at the foot of the stairs and watched as she went up to her apartment. Now I just needed to get cleaned up myself and figure out what I was going to do if she didn't show up.

Did he meet everyone's expectations? Were questions answered or did it just create more questions? Maybe there will be some answers in the next couple chapters. ;)

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