Dangerous Weather//Book One

Chapter 7:

Recuperation

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Lugging myself back towards the house last night had taken about an hour, though only after I had found a walking stick. Guess that beach trip is going to have to wait.

But worse than the walk home was getting back up to my room.

Pulling oneself up onto a roof and then through a window with bruised ribs and a fucked ankle really makes you reconsider your decisions

Quietly hopping around my room, I launched myself to my bed, sighing in relief, before realizing I forgot to close the window. Typical.

Deciding it wasn't worth it, I just army crawled to the edge of my bed toward my nightstand, grabbing a piece of ambrosia and breaking it into thirds. Maybe having the window open was a good thing, what with how much my body was about to start heating up.

Popping the ambrosia in my mouth I laid down, setting an alarm to go off in about an hour.

Letting the exhaustion takeover was harder than it should have been, but I finally drifted to sleep with the pain of my body fading to the background, and I swear that shitty alarm went off not a minute later.

Flailing blindly I grabbed for another piece of ambrosia and once again resettled my body, feeling at my ribs, noticing they were less tender and that the ambrosia was doing its job. By now it was starting to lighten outside but all I cared about was chasing the darkness into sleepy-dream land and away from my sweaty reality.

Being poked awake was way worse than the pots and pans Mom used to swear by to rouse us.

"Bellsey, if your plan is to be too incapacitated from my fists to go to the beach today, please continue."

And with that I rolled over, forgetting about my injuries and eliciting a moan from my battered body.

"Are you okay? I swear it looked like I was poking a corpse" Bella bit back in retaliation and concern.

Moving my head to the side to stare at her with the side of my face still smashed to the pillow, I gave her a small grin.

"I'll be fine Bella. Just probably not till tomorrow. Soooo. That means you're gonna have to learn to live without me today."

One could practically see Bella's face morph from relief to annoyance/horror as she realized what today had in store for her. Groaning in despair she grasped at the safety net I was cutting her loose from, "Are you sure you're okay? I can stay, it's no big deal."

She was practically begging at this point, but the baby bird must leave the nest at some point... where in Hades am I coming up with this stuff?

I just shooed her away, saying it was fine and I wanted her to go have fun anyways before Bella shuffled out of the room and went to get ready.

My cover story for the day seemed simple enough, I probably looked like shit so, why not just say I was up all night from nausea. Bella and Charlie are usually deep enough sleepers that it could easily be believed I spent some time throwing up in the bathroom.

When Charlie came up to see why I wasn't getting ready to leave with Bella I just gave him a basic run down, saying the worse part was over and I was just going to have a lie in that day. He said his goodbyes and also shuffled out of my room. Must be a Swan thing. I just pretended to fall back to sleep.

For a whole hour.

Once they both left, I got out of bed to test my ankle. A dull throbbing occurred.

I could work with that.