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"The charges have been dropped," Jasper explains. "The owner of Grind doesn't want the bad publicity and neither does the gym where they all work."
Bella's gym.
I close my eyes and let the painkillers take me away.
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"I'm Dr. Nate Banner."
He pulls up a chair next to my bed and I eye him suspiciously. The other doctors poke and prod, but not this one. His smile reminds me of my fourth-grade teacher Mr. Perkins, the only adult who ever got what happened on the playground and in the cafeteria.
"I'm here to listen," he adds.
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"Edward."
Louder. "Edward."
My eyes squint open to the sting of the sunny room, and the large shadowy mass steps closer. He wrings his hands nervously before shoving them into the front pockets of his tight jeans.
"Fucking hell, Edward. You look hideous."
"Emmett! Easy."
"What, Rosie? I'm just being honest."
Turning back to me, Emmett grins and says, "Heard you broke the bastard's nose."
"Jesus, Em," Rose says, pushing him aside. She flinches when she gets a close-up of my two black eyes, starting to turn a sickly color of green.
"Are you in much pain?"
I drift off.
A/N: Poor banged-up Edward. Well, at least he's not going to jail for assault and battery! Rob's letting me borrow Dean for a couple weeks until this all gets sorted out...oh, you know who you are, Jayme DuRob!
So, I'll be hanging with Robsmyyummy Cabanaboy, Kitkat, and Shell Shock on Cape Cod this weekend but still posting and reading your reviews, answering when I can. Yeah, YOU try writing with those three around! ;) Meanwhile...hang in there, Shampoo Girls. I'm an optimist! XXX ~BOH