Forks Hospital, late March 2005 [for themidnightson]

[yesthatbella]

At least they'd let her get closer to home; it was a step in the right direction.

Bella mentally added it to her list of things that didn't suck; it helped distract her from the things that did, like hospital food, and trying to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes right now. She was currently trying to look over some notes that Jessica had brought over earlier, though it wasn't going so well. How did they expect her to catch up on anything when it seemed like just when her head cleared enough to focus, it was time for more painkillers.

Bella was starting to feel like she was getting off kind of easy in the pain department, considering. Most of the time it all blended together into a dull, entire-body ache. She couldn't really pick out whether her leg or ribs or head hurt more except when she tried to shift positions too often. She was learning that holding still was a really good strategy.

"I just want to stay awake for a little while," she complained, letting the notes fall onto the bed. "Is that so much to ask?"

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[themidnightson]

Edward's eyebrows as though obviously checking her sanity for that. As though anything fascinating happened at Fork's High School (and the assumption he was dutifully attending throughout her entire stay in the hospital).

"You haven't missed that much." He nudged the bed table, with food, just enough. "Anatomical models of small animals. The first act of Macbeth. Two days of dodge ball."

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella took that as a hint and popped a raspberry into her mouth.

"Wow, dodge ball. That could've gone really badly for me."

Another thing to add to the list of good things about staying in the hospital.

[themidnightson]

Edward shook his head, half rolling his eyes. Something of an amused, but outlandish patronizing in it. The same as with her needles and IV's originally.

"The things that actually worry you."

Homicidal vampires -- no. Dodge ball -- yes.

And they wondered why he hadn't calmed down yet.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"With good reason!" Bella insisted, indignant.

"It took three separate, um, incidents, before my old gym teacher let me sit out dodgeball."

She made a face, praying that he wouldn't actually ask her to elaborate on any of those incidents.

[themidnightson]

He didn't need to ask. He was aware of her ability to maneuver quickly over flat spaces, without the addition of dodging moving targets. And still -- she survived far worse. What no one ever did.

And that is the thought the curves the almost-smile.

"They'll be on some-" tedious, boring, challengeless "-thing else by the time you return."