Wow guys! Thanks so much for the reviews and for adding me to your alerts and favorites lists! I really appreciate it! However, I would appreciate it if ALL of you reviewed, so I would have more motivation. (Hint, hint: IT WOULD MAKE ME WRITE FASTER!) And I super-duper-duper appreciate it! Plus, I shall personally reply to all of you with a rain shower of thank-you's.

Dedicated to my lovely friend Steph, and my favorite Fanfiction author, Ms. Jessica Cullen, whom for I fixed Mike so that he wouldn't make her cringe as badly as Jacob. Don't worry, Edward will show up eventually. I have plans for him... (*Insert Evil Laugh Here*)

I am also aware that the 'Point of Views' switch around a lot at the beginning of this chapter. They all have a reason for it! (And for everything else!) And yes, the situations are ridiculous. But that's what you get when you mix Mike and Bella at a hospital at 3 in the morning.

So on with the show.

(Bella's PoV)

Well, this was certainly awkward. Not knowing if Mike felt the same way, or if it was both of us or if it was just me being a weirdo.

Then came yet another dilemma. I really freaking had to pee.

Well, this was certainly embarrassing and awkward. I had two options: 1) Somehow ask or find my own way to a bathroom around here, even though my head has its own pulse, or 2) Wait for Mike to leave… And somehow, I figured that he wouldn't do that unless I got lucky, and by the way today went, I am fairly certain that my luck level is bottoming out at 'Total Crap.'

I started shifting around, looking uncomfortable and hating Mother Nature for two things. I am pretty sure Mike noticed this and he looked a bit concerned. In fact, I am pretty sure he was shifting around a lot, too. And I guess he looked pretty uncomfortable…

(Mike's PoV)

Holy fuck I had to pee. I had been waiting for about an hour now to make a break for it, but I really didn't feel like looking like 'a man more swayed by nature' (in this case) in front of Bella. Oh shit, what was I going to do? Grrrr…. I really have to go…

I looked at the door, I glanced at Bella. Back to the door, back to Bella. "Oh, fuck it." I muttered under my breath. I figured that I would look better to her in any case as long as I didn't piss my pants.

"Umm… Bella? I'm going to go get you something to eat. You must be hungry, considering the last time you ate was at the school lunch." I said as I got up from the hospital chair. I grabbed my wallet that I had placed on the bed-side table and booked it out of there without another word and ran into the closest bathroom.

(Bella's PoV)

THANK YOU GOD! As soon as Mike left the room to go get me a snack, I got up carefully, gathered my gaudy hospital robe around me, and slowly made my way to the nearest bathroom, which happen to be a single stall one for the hospital staff. Since the door was closed, I was frustrated. I leaned my forehead against the nice cool door, hoping it would ease the pain of my headache and then-

BAAAMMM!

I fell face forward through the doorway. Right before I hit the floor, a pair of strong, tan arms caught me. And a voice I was really getting to know well said, "Bella! Bella? Are you alright? You seem to be stalking m-." Suddenly, I felt a fabric cover my behind… Oh no, my robe had fallen open when I fell. I groaned. This just wasn't my day. Meanwhile, Mike helped me back up on my feet, and because I gave up on being modest in front of this guy, whom had seen more of me today than anyone else in my life, I just shoved him out of the bathroom and closed the door in his face.

After I took care of business, I realized I felt really bad for shoving Mike out of the way so… Hulk-like. I sighed and hobbled back to my hospital room. Anxiously waiting for a reaction such as 'You are a stupid bitch'; I was feeling guilty for already ruining my relationship with such a hot guy.

However, to my luck, I walked back into the room, full blush on my face to see him laughing. He was actually laughing! And it wasn't just one of those 'I'm giggling to myself', it was a 'holy fuck I am gonna bust a gut rolling on the floor laughing'! That ass!

Suddenly all guilt feelings flew out the window. Completely assuming that all this bust-gut laughing was aimed towards me, I stomped to my bed, grumpy over how clumsy and ungraceful I was, and how much my fucking head was pounding. I sat down with an air of self-disgust. Mike looked up at me and caught on to my somber mood. He had enough sense to straighten himself out and sit back on his perch to my right.

Awkward silence occurs.

Mike was looking at me, I was looking at my hands, and I glancing his way every couple of seconds. I noticed he still wasn't wearing a shirt-*mouth drools*

Awkward silence continues.

Awkward silence grows tense…

Awkward silence gets even tenser and even more awkward...

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Completely shocked I looked over to Mike, and, while still laughing he says, "Fat penguin. Just broke the ice."

Now, I was totally baffled, like what the fuck? Anyways, I accepted it and started laughing with him.

You know when you are talking with your friends at late night sleepovers and someone says something really stupid, yet everyone laughs so hard they cry over it? Yes, this was one of those times. However, it unfortunately wasn't a sleepover.

After full out laughing for 5 minutes, and many strange and questioning stares from the nurses, we finally calmed down enough to stop having the hospital faculty stare at us like we were insane. (Which is a mild probability…)

After all the post-laugh giggling stopped, Mike spoke up.

"So… Bella. Do you want to go get some coffee or something after we check you out?"

"Sure, Mike. That's sounds good, but maybe with about 12 aspirins. This migraine is really kicking my ass. And I really need to get dressed."

"Yeah, and I really need to find a shirt."

I resisted the urge to yell NO at his face. "Ummm… Yeah," I said a bit sadly. It was a very fiiine view after all. "Well, I need to get dressed." Keywords for: Get out.

"Okay, Bella, I'll see you in about 5 minutes. I'll also find you some Advil."

"M'kay, Adios."

As soon as Mike left and shut the door behind him, I had a chance to relish the silence that was like ice to my throbbing head. I looked in a mirror on the wall in my room and I tried to tame the tangled mess of long brown hair with my fingers, but eventually gave up. After a couple minutes of doing that, I gladly discarded the robe of fashion nightmares and opened up the drawer where Mike said my clothes would be. I threw on my bikini-cut midnight blue panties and matching bra (that has unicorns on it!) (What? It's my favorite article of clothing. I like unicorns.) I also found my low-rise jeans and I threw those on. However, as I looked around, I just couldn't find my shirt.

I looked in the top drawer, and all it held was a beaten-up looking bible. "Huh." I said, looking in the bottom drawer to see if my shirt had happened to magically appear or something. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

I stood up and looked around at all the visible surfaces. Still, nothing caught my eye.

God, damn it all to hell. This was not an ideal situation. I bent over to look under the hospital bed just as Mike opened the door and walked in, getting quite the eyeful.

(Mike's PoV)

Right after shutting the door to Bella's room, I walked to the nurse's station to ask one of the ladies for a shirt. Approaching the nicest and youngest looking one with short and curly blonde hair, I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned. Her hazel, almond-shaped eyes widened as she got the view of looking at my totally ripped chest, but she quickly switched back into professional mode.

"Yes, sir, how may I help you?" She asked in a cool façade.

Feeling a bit smug that I had received that particular reaction, I replied, "Yes, M'am. Do you happen to have a spare shirt lying around somewhere that I could acquire? There was a mishap that occurred earlier, forcing me to discard it into a trash receptacle before accompanying my friend, Bella, to the emergency room." Yes, now I was aware I was showing off.

See, I was really smart, and a real geek before I realized that taped, large, nerd glasses and mathematics and chess team awards were not what the ladies went for. I had changed my whole persona around, though I still appreciated the wide span of vocabulary that would always shock people every once in a while. I liked to show off occasionally. I did well in school, and I maintained being Captain of the Forks High School Basketball Team. Life was good, and since I met Bella earlier, life got even better.

Abruptly, the nurse turned, said a light, "Follow me, please, sir." And I let her lead me down the hallway and to the faculty lounge on the left. She used her ID on the sensor system to open the door, and I followed her in.

The room had stainless steel appliances and a long white table, with scattered plastic chairs. On the ceiling, a fan was spinning on high. It was pretty unneeded considering it was already pretty cold in the room. Along the walls were a bunch of white-painted cabinets, all neatly labeled. The nurse headed straight for the cabinet labeled 'Tee-Shirts' and pulled out a large basic blue tee for me. I threw it on while she patiently waited and we walked out. I said a quick, "Thank you very much for your help, good-bye." And she walked away, leaving me to walk back to Bella's room by myself.

I made my way slowly, figuring that, by now, Bella should be all clothed and ready to go. I got to her room, quickly knocked and opened to door. I strode right in and shut said door behind me, not expecting to see, well, anything.

Instead, I received the lovely view of her plump heart-shaped ass bending over. Abruptly, she stood, giving me the pleasure of viewing a flat stomach accompanied by a pair of the most luscious breasts I had ever seen in my life. My pants began to be very cramped. It apparently was quite obvious that I was gaping at her chest.

Bella blushed red all over and tears welled up in her eyes as she took a bed-sheet and immodestly trying to cover herself. As much as I regretted, I turned around to face the wall of the room, trying to give her some privacy.

"Man, I am really sorry Bella. I figured to would have changed by now." I said, trying to sound apologetic.

"Well, maybe you should knock next time!" She snapped.

"I did knock!" I yelled, facing the wall still.

"Well, then I didn't hear it." Bella sobbed, her voice cracking.

Having had enough of this wall talking, I turned around to walk to her bed. Wiping the tears away from her cheeks, I told her "Bella, I am really sorry. Here, take my shirt."

I took my shirt off in one graceful sweep and I handed it to her.

Through her tears, she giggled a bit, and cried some more. Woman, I just couldn't understand them.

"Bella, I'm going to turn around so you can put the shirt on, okay?" And, truthful to my word, I turned around. I looked down at the floor and realized what she had giggled about. My jeans were slightly tented. I turned a bit red myself, and thought of the worst things I could until my dick went back into no boner state. While I was doing this, I heard rustling around and I assumed that she was putting on my shirt and throwing the sheet back on the bed.

"Mike, I'm decent now." Bella said in a small voice.

I turned and saw that the blue shirt was like a tent on her, and I realized that I had to go find miss curly-haired blonde nurse again so I could ask for another shirt. I sighed.

Bella gave me a questioning look. I just grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room, but first glancing around to see if we were leaving anything. Nope.

I took her to the nurse's station, and flagged down the same nurse. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at my obvious shirtless appearance, and said in a rather snippy voice, "I suppose you want another shirt." Bella blushed again.

"Yeah, that would be really nice." I said with coldness in my voice. "Some aspirin for Bella, here, would be much appreciated also." The charm was off. If she was going to be a bitch, then I wasn't going to be oh-so-sweet-guy myself. The nurse sighed and led us to the lounge, with the unnecessary fan still on. She opened up a different cabinet, handed Bella a small blue tee and walked out of the room to let us change alone.

Waiting for her to remove her shirt, she hesitates and blushes a deep red again. Finally, I was confused about all this blushing. So I asked her.

"Bella, why are you so embarrassed all the time?" I was really curious.

Avoiding my eyes, she looked at the ground. "Well, no-one has ever seen this much of me before."

Oh.

Well I hadn't expected that answer. I knew my time was running out for me to say something that would make things less awkward, so I stuck to the truth.

"Bella, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful inside and out. Now I am going to look at a wall again while you change. Then we can go get some coffee at a Starbucks or something."

Bella gave me a big smile and I turned around to wait for my shirt, reaching my arms out behind me so I could grab it when she was done. After about 30 seconds, everything went dark as I realized that Bella had put the shirt on the top of my head.

"Thanks…" I mumbled, and turned around to see her giggling slightly. "Oh, you think that's funny?" She giggled even more. Laughing myself, I flung it back at her. However, I purposely missed. I missed way too far and it hit the ceiling fan. This is what happens at 3 in the morning in a hospital.

"Oh, shit!" we both said in unison.

My blue tee-shirt spun around a couple times and flung on top of the tall stainless steel fridge. We both looked at each other and laughed as I sauntered over to the fridge. Unfortunately, I couldn't reach my shirt.

"Fuuuuuuck….."

"What?" Bella asked.

"My damn shirt is stuck on top and I can't get it." I bitched.

"Oh! Hey, how about you lift me up and I can reach it on top."

I beckoned to Bella to walk over to me. "Good idea."

As soon as she got over to me, I threw her up on to my shoulders with no warning. She clung to me like a cat on a tree.

"Okay, spider monkey, you can get my shirt now."

Shakily, Bella reached up to retrieve my shirt. Holding onto her warm thighs, she put one of her hands on my shoulder and got my shirt for me. She shook it out and let go of my shoulder, trusting me to keep her balanced. She put the shirt over my head and tightened her legs around me as I helped her get my arms through the right holes.

Once my shirt was one, I delicately put her down in front of me, my arms still around her. She smiled at me and we leaned in for a kiss, inclining our heads and moving in slowly.

We heard someone clear their throat. "Excuse me. Am I interrupting something?" We looked at the door to see the nurse impatiently waiting, tapping her foot with her arms crossed.

I am pretty sure our mutual glares said that she was. She rolled her eyes and motioned for us to get out of the lounge. Once outside, she handed Bella a paper cup of water and 2 Advils. Bella swallowed the pain-killers and we headed to the reception desk after a brief five minutes, we were on our way out the front doors to my car.

I held the front passenger door open for her and shut it when she was settled. I pulled my keys out of my jean's pocket and I jogged around to the driver's seat. Once I had gotten in and closed the door, I put the keys in the ignition, put the car in drive, and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"So… What's your favorite kind of coffee, Bella?"

Don't you all hate me right now for screwing up their kiss once again? Tell me about it. No, LITERALLY tell me about it.

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