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           andhewashandsomerthananymoviestarI’deverseen.Hewaspale,though,andtired-looking,withcirclesunderhiseyes.FromCharlie’sdescription,thishadtobeEdward’sfather.

           "So,MissSwan,"Dr.Cullensaidinaremarkablyappealingvoice,"howareyoufeeling?"

           "I’mfine,"Isaid,forthelasttime,Ihoped.

           Hewalkedtothelightboardonthewallovermyhead,andturnediton.

           "YourX-rayslookgood,"hesaid."Doesyourheadhurt?Edwardsaidyouhititprettyhard."

           "It’sfine,"Irepeatedwithasigh,throwingaquickscowltowardEdward.

           Thedoctor’scoolfingersprobedlightlyalongmyskull.HenoticedwhenIwinced.

           "Tender?"heasked.

           "Notreally."I’dhadworse.

           Iheardachuckle,andlookedovertoseeEdward’spatronizingsmile.Myeyesnarrowed.

           "Well,yourfatherisinthewaitingroom-youcangohomewithhimnow.Butcomebackifyoufeeldizzyorhavetroublewithyoureyesightatall."

           "Can’tIgobacktoschool?"Iasked,imaginingCharlietryingtobeattentive.

           "Maybeyoushouldtakeiteasytoday."

           IglancedatEdward."Doeshegettogotoschool?"

           "Someonehastospreadthegoodnewsthatwesurvived,"Edwardsaidsmugly.

           "Actually,"Dr.Cullencorrected,"mostoftheschoolseemstobeinthewaitingroom."

           "Ohno,"Imoaned,coveringmyfacewithmyhands.

           Dr.Cullenraisedhiseyebrows."Doyouwanttostay?"

           "No,no!"Iinsisted,throwingmylegsoverthesideofthebedandhoppingdownquickly.Tooquickly-Istaggered,andDr.Cullencaughtme.Helookedconcerned.

           "I’mfine,"Iassuredhimagain.