A Fresh Start

The Recovey

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Chapter 16: The Recovery

God, what is that snarling? So annoying? There it is again. What the fuck?

"Bella?"

Now, I'm hearing voices. In addition to the snarling. I'm definitely losing my damn mind. Though the voice is very smooth. Hmmmm?

"Wake up, beautiful girl. You need to eat," the velvety voice said again.

I groaned and rolled over. I was in a bed. I cracked open my eyes and looked around the room. "Where am I?"

"In bed, silly."

"How did I get here?" I asked as I looked toward the voice. I saw Edward. He had a tentative smirk on his face. "Why are you wearing different clothes?"

"Because it's Thursday, love," he answered. "You fell asleep as soon as you got into the car and didn't wake until now."

"That's because you woke me up," I grumbled.

"I wanted to make sure you weren't in a coma," Edward said. "And your stomach was growling. I heard it in the bathroom while I was getting ready."

I looked at Edward and he was in his scrubs. He was also wearing his glasses and ID badge. "You have to go to work?"

"Unfortunately. I have a meeting that I need to attend and we're short a few doctors. The stomach flu is going around. Esme said she would stay with you today. I'll be home by five," Edward said.

"What time is it now?" I asked as I sat up. I looked down my body and saw I was wearing just my camisole and panties from yesterday. I blushed and hid my face.

"A little after eight. Why are you blushing?" Edward asked.

"My lack of attire," I mumbled, pulling up the comforter. "Did you undress me?"

"Who else do you think did it? The leprechaun down the street?" he teased.

"Shut it," I said, rolling my eyes. "You just wanted a reason to take off my clothes."

"Always, Bella. Though, I'd rather you be coherent and reacting to when I take off your clothes," Edward purred seductively as he lounged on his bed. "But, I did remove your suit. It's in the closet. You were so drained, it took almost all of my strength to get out of it. I hope you don't mind."

"Not really," I said, blushing furiously. "I just feel a little naked."

"I kept on the tank top thingy and your panties," he reasoned.

"Camisole, Edward," I laughed.

"Tank top thingy," he retorted. "I brought you breakfast. Eat what you can, okay?" He got up gracefully and placed tray with blueberry pancakes and breakfast sausages over my lap. I gulped, fearful of eating all this food and then throwing up. "I think you're past the nauseous phase, Bella. You need to regain your strength. Be grateful I didn't put a protein shake on there."