Early the next morning, Bella woke up and was surrounded by a very cuddly and extremely warm Edward Masen. She shifted, looking at him. He was snoring slightly, and pillow lines marred his face. His bronze-colored hair was sticking up every which way. She reached up to smooth down his riotous hair. As she moved, her bladder made its presence known. She was also reminded about the pain in every part of her body. She let out a loud groan, which made Edward wake up.
“Bella?” he croaked. His voice was raspy from sleep. “Are you okay?”
“I need to pee, but everything hurts,” she whimpered.
He yawned, slipping out of the bed, and gently picking her up. “You took a nasty tumble, Bella. You’re going to be feeling every pain for quite some time.” He carried her to the bathroom. “Holler when you’re done. I’m going to use the guest bathroom.”
“In the medicine cabinet, there are some spare toothbrushes,” Bella said, leaning against the counter. “And, Edward, thank you for staying. I … I don’t know how I can repay you.” She ducked her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Edward trailed his fingers down her cheek, gently tipping her face up to his. He saw so much vulnerability in her espresso gaze, along with a lot of pain. “No repayment needed, beautiful. Now, you take care of your human needs. Ideally, a warm bath would help with the knots.”
“I’m stuck taking showers for the foreseeable future,” Bella said, wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, I need to find my cast condom.”
“You’ll have to tell me about that,” Edward snickered. “I’ve never heard of a cast condom.”
“It’s the best way to describe it,” Bella chuckled. “But, seriously, I’ve got to pee and brush my teeth.”
“I’m going,” Edward smiled crookedly, closing the door. He went to the guest bathroom. He took care of his human needs, washing his face and brushing his teeth. He was about to head to the kitchen to make breakfast for both of them when he heard a startled yelp. He ran back to Bella’s bedroom and hovered by the bathroom door. What if she was … indisposed? “Bella? Are you okay? Can I open the door?”
She moaned. “Yes, you can … Fuck!”
He inched the door open, finding Bella on the floor. She was holding a towel to her hairline. There was blood on it. Edward crouched down, pulling the towel away. She had a cut. It wasn’t deep, but head wounds bled a lot. “What happened?”
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