A steady beep registered in Edward’s head. Each beep was annoying and making his head hurt. He shifted and it was a lot more than his head hurting. He groaned.
“Try not to move, Mr. Masen,” said a male voice.
“Loud,” Edward croaked, trying to move away from the incessant noise. “The beeping is too loud.”
The beeping stopped and Edward sighed. He opened his eyes, groaning again at the harsh light. “Sorry, Mr. Masen. The lights are off.”
Edward blinked his eyes, trying to focus on where he was. He wasn’t at home in his condo, and he surely wasn’t at the gym. “What happened?”
The man, a doctor, stepped into his line of sight. “What is the last thing you remember?”
“Sucker punch,” Edward answered. “Fight and sucker punch.”
“Good, good,” the doctor replied, jotting his response on whatever he had in his hand. “Memory is intact.”
“Doc, you gotta tell me. What the fuck is happening? And who the fuck are you?”
“Apologies,” said the doctor. “I’m Dr. Clearwater and I’ve been on your case since you were brought in.”
“When was that, Dr. Clearwater?” Edward asked irritably.
“Four nights ago,” Dr. Clearwater answered with a grimace. “You were brought in by ambulance. Your coach, Mr. Volturi, has been overseeing your care.”
“I don’t want him,” Edward grumped.
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