Chapter 20
Embry's POV
I had cracked my ribs down my right side, broken by right arm in five places and broken my leg in seven places.
I am now doped up on painkillers, falling asleep.
I awoke with the pain as the drug – I assumed morphine – wore off, and Carlisle came in to dose me up again.
"When do you think it'll all be healed?" I asked.
"About six weeks for you." Carlisle informed me, "Edward said you might want to use the internet. Would you like me to bring up a laptop? We have a couple lying about...?"
"Yes, please." I wondered if Ruthie had blogged again.
Carlisle was back seconds after leaving, carrying a modern laptop which he logged on to for me. He left again and I began to check Ruthie's blog for updates.
The laptop took seconds to load the internet browser and I quickly discovered that she had updated:
'Hey guys, thanks again for emailing me your art work.
I'm updating a bit earlier than I would normally have done because I have a lot to tell you.
OK, so the first thing is: You may have noticed Embry's comment on my last entry and his confirmation of who he is and such. We were emailing until midnight and it was the best night I've had in a while.
However, Paul told me this morning that the gang had gotten into a fight and Embry got hurt protecting my brother. He said that if Embry hadn't been there, Paul probably would have been killed. Embry got hurt protecting Paul. So, Embry, if you're reading this; thank you so, so much (email me?).
Anyway, thanks again to everyone who comments and/or emails me. It is much appreciated. Just remember: Ruthie loves you~ :)'
Paul had told her that I'd been injured and she wanted me to email her. I was ecstatic that she wanted me to email her.
"Hey, are you OK?" I sent, wanting above all else for my Imprint to be safe."
"Am I OK?" She sent back, almost immediately.
"Yeah, are you OK?"
"Yes. How are you? Are you OK? What did you hurt? How long 'til you're better?"
"Woah! Too many questions!"
"You type too slowly. Tell me what injuries you have?"
"Hey, it's hard to type while in a cast, OK? I've broken my arm in five places, my leg in seven, and cracked all my ribs on my right side."
"Thank you for saving Paul. I don't know how I can repay you... xx"
She had sent two kisses. That means she likes me, right? "You could come kiss all my injuries better?"
"Lol, you wish! Xxxxxxxxxxxx - One for every break and xxxxxxxx because I have eight ribs on one side, so that's about right. As well as one for luck, x"
I liked this Ruthie. She was confident, sassy and made me smile.
"Is the one for luck meant to be on my lips? Xxxx" Four kisses was enough, wasn't it?"