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Chapter 3
Noneedtotellhimmybalanceproblemshadnothingtodowithhittingmyhead.
"TakesomeTylenolforthepain,"hesuggestedashesteadiedme.
"Itdoesn’thurtthatbad,"Iinsisted.
"Itsoundslikeyouwereextremelylucky,"Dr.Cullensaid,smilingashesignedmychartwithaflourish.
"LuckyEdwardhappenedtobestandingnexttome,"Iamendedwithahardglanceatthesubjectofmystatement.
"Oh,well,yes,"Dr.Cullenagreed,suddenlyoccupiedwiththepapersinfrontofhim.Thenhelookedaway,atTyler,andwalkedtothenextbed.Myintuitionflickered;thedoctorwasinonit.
"I’mafraidthatyou’llhavetostaywithusjustalittlebitlonger,"hesaidtoTyler,andbegancheckinghiscuts.
Assoonasthedoctor’sbackwasturned,ImovedtoEdward’sside.
"CanItalktoyouforaminute?"Ihissedundermybreath.Hetookastepbackfromme,hisjawsuddenlyclenched.
"Yourfatheriswaitingforyou,"hesaidthroughhisteeth.
IglancedatDr.CullenandTyler.
"I’dliketospeakwithyoualone,ifyoudon’tmind,"Ipressed.
Heglared,andthenturnedhisbackandstrodedownthelongroom.Inearlyhadtoruntokeepup.Assoonasweturnedthecornerintoashorthallway,hespunaroundtofaceme.
"Whatdoyouwant?"heasked,soundingannoyed.Hiseyeswerecold.
Hisunfriendlinessintimidatedme.MywordscameoutwithlessseveritythanI’dintended."Youowemeanexplanation,"Iremindedhim.
"Isavedyourlife-Idon’toweyouanything."
Iflinchedbackfromtheresentmentinhisvoice."Youpromised."
