This Is Who I Am

Chapter Seven

Edward's P.O.V

When I wake up again a few hours later, someone is holding my hand. Only instead of that someone being my mother or my sister, it's Bella and she's looking at me with all the relief in the world. She closes her eyes and drops her head on the bed, still holding my hand tightly and sighs. It isn't until I see her body slightly shake that I know she's crying.

I sit up on the bed immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask and stroke her head. She shakes her head without looking up. "Bella."

She finally looks at me, pulling her hair away from her face. Her face is stained with tears. "You scared me." She sniffs and looks down at our joined hands. "Does your head still hurt?"

My eyebrows scrunch together. "Um, no not anymore."

"Good." She breathes and then slaps me across the head, hard.

"Hey!"

"Don't ever scare me like that!" I laugh at her and rub the side of my head. She gives me a dirty look. "I'm not joking, you idiot. You really did scare me."

I smile at her and bring our joined hands closer to my face. I kiss her knuckles, then go along to kiss each and every one of her five fingers. Bella just sits there, watching me play with her hand with a small smile across her lips. She's trying to make it seem like it's not a huge thing, but I know that smile is meant to be bigger. She's just isn't allowing it to be.

"I'm sorry." I press her hand against my cheek and pout my lips like a busted five year old. "I promise I won't be in a fire again."

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "It's not about the fire. What you did was something incredible. Those people are really grateful to you for saving their lives. It's just that I got really scared when you walked out and just collapsed and you didn't wake up."

"But I'm okay now," I assure her and kiss the palm of her hand.

"You better be."

Emmett then walks in wearing his doctor uniform and holding a clipboard in his hand. He looks at me through his ridiculous round glasses and says, "It seems from the results from your blood tests that you indeed have HIV."

"Shut the fuck up." I throw the pillow at him and he laughs, taking those ridiculous glasses off and throws them on my bed. "Please tell me you're not my actual doctor."

"Dude, I'm still in medical school. I just came here to fuck with you." Bella raises an eyebrow and looks at us both with a skeptical look. "Not in a literal way."

"Good to know," she replies, pressing her lips together. "Did you get them?"

"Oh, yes!" Emmett hands me the clipboard and sits down on my bed beside my legs. "You're quite a hero."

I roll my eyes, eyeing the papers in the clipboard. They're all handwritten in different styles and one even has pictures drawn. The written ones are up a page long but I don't bring myself to reading them.

"What is this?" I ask, eyeing the papers.

"Thank You Letters," Emmett responds. "All from the people you've saved from the fire. They would have thanked you in person but by the time most of them left, you still haven't woken up. So, they left you this." He taps the clipboard. "Pretty neat, isn't it?"

"Quite unnecessary," I reply under my breath, eyeing the bottom papers. There are about twenty letters in here, I'm not even sure if I saved this many people.

Well, I wouldn't call saving. I'm not the hero here. However, these people are thankful and from I see from the letters, I did something really good. I helped people in need, they lived and they are now thanking me for it. For helping them not die sooner than expected and be part of some tragic restaurant fire. The simple fact that I did something good and that these people are thanking me for it kinda makes me feel really good about myself.