When I came to, I was in Bella’s bed. It was dark out and I ached. Everywhere. “Fuck,” I groaned as I tried to sit up.
“Hold up, Evander Holyfield,” Emmett snickered.
“I gotta pee, Emmett,” I snapped.
“You will. You just need your crutches,” he replied. He handed me a pair of metal crutches. I eyed them warily. “It’ll be tough for you to move since you’ve got four cracked ribs in addition to the injury on your leg and two broken knuckles.”