Edward holds me, rocks me in his arms.
He does not try to hush me, just places soothing, supportive and understanding kisses to my forehead. He knows exactly how to calm me, and he works to do so.
I can see in his eyes that he's hurting; he doesn't like to see me like this.
A few minutes later, I get up – keeping Edward with me, needing him and his support more than anything at the moment – and walk over to the sink.
I wash out my mouth and use the mouth wash – Edward assures me that that's fine – to rid the awful vomit taste.
"I hate this," I whisper, looking at Edward, biting my lip. My hand goes to my stomach, and when he notices, his own hand follows.
He smiles down at me, sadly but understandingly.
That's what I need from him; what helps me face his parents.
Yeah... 'course she's gonna tell them... you'll just get a summary.
And I'm sorry about that, but I think I need to move thinks along a bit. More important things need to happen. :D
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