Stitches
Carlisle was the one who stayed calm. "Rose, Emmett get Jasper outside!" They both grabbed Jasper and dragged him outside. For once Emmett was not smiling. Esme's heart shaped face was ashamed. "I'm so sorry Bella," she cried and followed the others out into the yard.
"Let me by, Edward," Carlisle murmured.
Carlisle knelt beside me examining my arm.
"Here Carlisle," Alice said handing him a towel.
He shook his head, "too much glass in the wound."
"Bella do you want me to drive you to the hospital or would you like to take care of it here?"
"Here, please." If he took me to the hospital, Charlie was sure to find out in this small town. It was not the pain of the stitches or the pain of the million little pieces of glass being pulled out of my arm as much as it was Edward's pain that killed me. He could be so masochistic. I could see that he wasn't breathing and I tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn't. His face looked perplexed as if he was deciding something. I hated the look on his face. I winced.
"Bella, are you ok or do you need some more Advil?" Edward asked with true concern.
"No Edward, I am fine. I was just thinking about something more painful than this." His eyes widened. I knew that I would have a truck load of more questions when we got to the car.
Finally, Carlisle convinced Edward to go and talk to Jasper. I had a long conversation with Carlisle. It was nice. He told me why he did what he did. After, the stitching was all done Edward drove me home and watched me open the rest of the presents. He gave me a CD of his compositions. The first song of the list was my lullaby. It was beautiful. I started to cry. I told Edward it was just the song. I was telling the truth. He went to get more Advil.
"Charlie," I hissed as he left me with no answer. If Charlie ever found out about Edward's visits he would have a heart attack. He was back sitting on the edge of my bed again.
"Will you stay tonight?"
"I think I should go home. I have to go and do something." He leaped up, I blinked and he was gone. I was up all night thinking about the look he had on his face at his house.
That night I dreamt of Edward.