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Chapter Eighteen

Esme was trying to keep Edward on the bed as he struggled and was looking around wildly. I pushed her aside so she would accidentally get hit.

"Let me Esme," I said as I took out a cold rag from the icebox. "He's delirious. He might hit you."

Edward was gasping and struggling to get out from under the blanket. I had to place myself onto the bed, both of my knees pinning down his flailing arm so I could firmly to hold the cold rag to the back of his neck.

It worked instantly. He gasped once but stopped struggling as he felt the cold rag. I flashed my light into his eyes with my free hand. His eyes were still glazed over, but they looked a little clearer.

"Edward, can you hear me?" I asked as I turned the light off.

"Yes." He said, his voice was very thick with sleep.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Isabella Marie Swan." He answered.

I ignored the fact that he used my full name. "Good. Do you know where you are right now?"

"The infirmary at the jail."

I took the cold rag away and tossed it on top of the icebox. If he could answer at least three questions with clarity without fighting, he was calm. I knew there was a chance he could still freak out, but he seemed pretty calm now.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I got off the bed.

"Why were you crying earlier?" He asked.

I was surprised he could remember that. He was so out of it.

"It's not important. How do you feel?"

"You were crying about something." He groaned.

I sighed. "Vic died in his sleep."

"Oh," He said, frowning. "I'm sorry. I know you really like him."

"Yeah he was a really sweet guy." I said. "Now, how do you feel?"

"Like I got hit but a freight train," He said, putting his hand over his head that I'm sure was throbbing.

"Yeah, you aren't going to feel so great for a while. Getting hit with a tranquilizer will do that." I chuckled.

He grunted as he readjusted himself. Esme moved beside me to place her hands on Edward and kissed his forehead. Edward looked baffled as to why she was there.

I moved aside as his father and Jenks walked into the room. Again, Edward looked baffled, as if he weren't really believing what he was seeing.

"You survived," his dad said teasingly.

Esme quickly whipped her head around at him and hissed. "It's not funny Carlisle."

"No, it's alright," Edward said as he rubbed his face and very slowly moved himself to a slight upright position. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We heard what happened and we wanted to come here and check on you." Esme said as she stroked his messy hair back. "And to find out how the hell this happened and why that damn doctor did this to you!"

"We just took Miss Swan's statement," Jenks said. "We'd love to get yours."

Edward looked over at me. "And what did you say?"

"I said that you attacked poor Dr. Biers when he was defenseless and that you're an absolute animal who deserves life in prison." I teased.

Edward and Carlisle chuckled, but Esme nearly broke her neck to give me a wide-eyed look of death. I thought I would disintegrate by the look she gave me.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly.

Edward put his hand on Esme's arm. "Chill mom. She's teasing me."

"I didn't say anything like that," I said, even though her gaze had softened, I still squirmed uncomfortably. I forgot, Esme was very fragile and with her only son being trapped in her, she wasn't in the mood for joking about the whole prison thing.

"Edward, would you mind telling us what happened from your perspective?" Jenks asked.

"Actually, I had a question," I said as I turned to Edward, "Why did you attack Riley? I know you were angry, but why did you just… lunge at him like that?"

"He called you a bitch." Edward said.

"Yeah, you were pissed off about that, but you stopped when I started talking and stood in front of you."

Edward sighed. "He flipped you off behind your back."

My eyebrows raised. "He did?"

"Yeah. When you turned your back on him, he flipped you off. And I just lost it."

I nodded and crossed my arms. "Well, thank you for defending me Edward. I appreciate it."

He smiled. "Always."

Debra walked into the office and lowered her brows when she saw me. I walked into the office to greet her.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked, looking at her watch to make sure she was here at the right time.

"Riley hit Edward with a tranquilizer and I had to stay."

"Wow, really?" She asked in surprise. "That sucks. Is Edward awake?"

"Yeah he's up now," I said as I reached for my bag. "Do you mind if I—?"

"No, no. Go home. I got this." She smiled at me before patting me on the back.

"Thanks," I sighed in relief. I headed out of the door without saying goodbye to anyone. I was just exhausted, and I was desperate for a hot shower.

When I got home, the first time I did was order a pizza. The second thing I did while I waited, was take a hot shower.

When I stepped out, my phone was ringing loudly again. That was the third time someone had called me. I assumed it was my dad so, in my towel, I ran to the phone and picked it up without looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?"

"You left without saying goodbye," Edward's familiar voice said.

I paused. "Edward? Why are you calling me?"

He chuckled. "You're surprised? You left without saying goodbye."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, so you're not on the prison phone, which means you're using your illegal cellphone to call me. I'm not okay with that."

"Eh, it's alright. I'm stuck in this bed until Mrs. Debra gives me the all-clear."

"I should be getting after you because you're talking to me on this phone, but you did defend my honor. So, I guess I owe you."

"You certainly do," He chuckled. "I couldn't let that asshole be… an asshole to you. He had it coming."

"Yeah, I think you broke his nose."

"Good. I had hoped I did. I knew as soon as he stuck me with that tranquilizer I was going to be out, I had to do something so he'd remember me."

"Your lawyer told me you were suing Riley? And the medical company that works in the jail?"

"I guess so. That's what they told me." He said. "I don't care either way, but I think it's just a way to get Riley to back off. He was technically in his right to hit me with a tranquilizer, I mean, I did attack him. Hopefully being countersued will get him to back off his lawsuit."

"Hopefully."

"So what are you up to?" He asked.

"I just finished taking a shower. Now I'm waiting for my pizza."

"Ooo, pizza," He said. "Mm, I miss a real New York styled pizza. Not the crap they serve here. What kind of pizza did you get."

"Just a large pepperoni."

"A large? Are you sharing it with your boyfriend?" He teased.

"Yeah, he's bringing the pizza. Pepperoni is his favorite."

When he went quiet, I couldn't help but chortle.

"I'm kidding." I told him. "But it shouldn't matter to you if I do have a boyfriend, because you are not my boyfriend. I wouldn't even really classify us as friends."

"Ow," He said. "See, now, I disagree. I think we are, at the very least, friends."

"Yeah, how do you figure?"

"Look at the time we've spent together. We know each other very well at this point. We get along wonderfully. We joke and we banter. We are friends even if you don't like it."

I chuckled. "I guess you're right. Now that I think about it, we probably are friends. But only because I've been so lonely here by myself."

"Aw, you've been lonely?"

"Kind of." I sighed. "I mean, I usually do well by myself, but I have been craving some real social interaction."

"I only have four weeks left in this hellhole. I promise as soon as the parole committee says I've been successfully rehabilitated and ready to reenter society, you and I are going on the best date. We're going to paint this city in red polka-dots."

I chuckled. "You're still dead set on us going out aren't you?"

"Oh I am. You owe me. You said it in Seattle, and I am holding you to your word."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "We'll see."

"We will." He said. "So, watching anything good on Netflix? Have you seen that one show, Black Spot? I like that one."

"I don't have a Netflix subscription," I said. "Actually, I don't even have a television."

"What? You don't have a television?"

"No, it was a waste of money. I'm not home that often, and when I am home, I'm studying or sleeping."

"That's torture. Even I have a television in here." He said.

"Yeah, but don't you guys only use it to watch the news? Isn't it like… a battle to have tv control?"

"Oh yeah, people get their asses beat over the tv remote. It's not worth it to me. I'll check out the news for a minute, but I'm not going to ask them to put the opera on."

"You like opera?"

"Love it." He said. "That, and classical music. I play the piano and the violin."

"Really?"

He laughed. "Surprised?"

"Yeah, a little bit. You don't seem like the type."

"What type do I seem like?"

"A brutish type." I told him. "You know cause you're really big."

"Big?"

"You know, muscular. You don't really see guys as tall and muscular as you listening to classical music, let alone playing the piano or the violin."

"So, what is your type of man?"

I was about to tell him that it wasn't him, but then someone started pounding on my door. I jumped. Even Edward heard the loud knocking.

"Damn, your pizza's here." Edward said.

"I guess so," I said as I got to my feet and walked to the door.

"Don't forget to check the peephole," Edward said before I opened the door.

"It's the pizza guy Edward, it's fine." I said as I opened the door.

Standing on the other side was a man with greasy, dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail and no pizza.