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    Forgotten Memories

    I let out a heavy sigh as well and spoke. “What happened?”

    “Jacob came to visit you earlier when I stepped out. I knew he would be coming, so I wasn’t surprised to see him. When I answered the knock at the door– quiet enough so that you wouldn’t hear– Jacob tried to push me to the side. I know how unstable he is. I simply told him I didn’t think it was wise for him to come up and see you, remembering the day he came when you were still out of it and he almost changed right there in the room.”

    “He wha–” he cut me off and I nodded. He hadn’t told me that before.

    “He got mad again and started yelling. I was trying to shoo him outside so we could talk outside of a hushed tone, but he wouldn’t have that. About then is where you stepped it. Seeing you made him so upset that he was about to pounce, so I pushed him back into the yard. He changed and well, the rest I’m sure you saw.”

    I looked down, ashamed at myself for thinking Edward would attack anyone unless they were a threat to his family.

    “Thank you.” I looked up to him and smiled. He answered me by kissing me, this time not making me deepen it, but doing so himself. I knotted my fingers in his hair and my heart rate sped up. I could feel it thumping in my chest, trying desperately to escape its prison. Edward chuckled against my lips and pulled away. I smiled and he held my hand, looking out the window to the undisturbed scene of the vast forest framing his home.

    An hour passed and Carlisle came in. I was worried to hear what he had to say. The last time I had been attached to an IV I might have had brain damage. What could I have done now?

    “Hello, Bella. Edward. How are you feeling?” He smiled and I thought, trying to assess my own damage.

    “Well, I don’t feel much of anything at the moment. Thanks to the heavy drugs.” I laughed, as did he. Edward joined in and then it got eerily quiet.

    “What’s wrong with me this time?” Of course, I always had to be the one to ask the hard questions.

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