Shopping with Alice is a bit exhausting, but we have a good time. She forces me to buy some nicer clothes, which I would have never gotten myself, but I think Edward might like them. But when it's time to go to the lingerie shop, I break away from them and find a shop that sells scrubs. I meander through the scrub caps and find the perfect one for Edward. It's not exactly the best gift, but it's something. I tuck the bag into my purse, and then meet back up with the girls for lunch.
Alice puts a small bag on the table with a grin. "This is for you," she says.
I take a peek and shake my head, pushing it back toward her. "Nope."
"I told you it was weird," Rosalie says, laughing. "But you should take it, Bella. Who knows when you might need something a little sexy."
I'm redder than a fucking lobster as I roll my eyes. "You both are insane. There's a reason I didn't go in there. I don't need it."
I actually don't. Edward says I'm the most beautiful naked in his bed, but ... the black lace is kind of pretty. I lift it up under the table and admire the body suit. He might like it.
"It's going to wind up in the back of my drawer, but fine," I lie. "Still, it's fucking weird to buy this for me, Alice."
She smirks. "Yeah, well, I'm weird."
I'm about to agree with her when I feel fluttering in my chest. My eyes go wide, and I grip the table as both of their attitudes change.
"Bella?" Rosalie asks. "Are you okay?"
The fluttering gets worse, and I know what's about to happen before it does. The kick is horrible, and I cry out, falling out of my chair as dark spots cloud my vision. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Call an ambulance!" Rosalie says, falling on her knees beside me as I get another kick in the chest, and my vision gets worse. "Stay with me, Bella. Look at me and just breathe."
I try as hard as I can to keep my eyes on hers, but I can barely see and breathing is difficult as the pain lingers. I'm fucking furious at my heart and completely embarrassed as everyone in the restaurant looks at us.
"You're going to be okay, sweetie," she tells me as Alice talks to a 911 operator.
My heart is racing and the fluttering keeps going. It's going to happen again, and I can't handle the pain. My chest feels like an elephant is sitting on it. This is worse than the time in the hospital—so much worse. I can't breathe as she tries to calm me down, and eventually my vision goes completely black.
Thanks to May, Nole, Fran, Brier, and Meg for prereading and Sally for Beta'ing.
