The next morning, I awoke to see, and hear, Edward humming a lullaby. I smiled as I heard him hum. “G’morning.” I finally said when he was done. I stretched my arms above my head, but flinched a little at the pain. “Oh… morning… um, hi. Did I wake you?” he started. He sat up so he could see me better. “No, no, not at all…I enjoyed the lullaby you were humming. What song is it?” I asked. That was a strange dream… Oh well. I thought. “Oh, I… um, wrote it…for…um, someone…” he answered hesitantly and nervously. I giggled since I never heard him so nervous. “How’d you sleep?” Way to try to distract me… Oh well, I guess I’ll play along with it. I have seriously got to stop saying ‘Oh well’ so much… Oh well, ha ha, silly me. I thought. I smiled at my stupidity, but then I frowned as I remembered the strange dream. It had been so awkward seeing my mother and Sam in my dream, but I shook it off. “Perfect, you?” I lied. I was such a horrible liar, but I hoped desperately that he believed the little fib. He seemed to not believe it, but his smile was pulling down at the corner as if I had said something wrong. “Fine…” he said, but then smiled a wide grin, “Actually, it was very entertaining. Did you know you talk in your sleep?” he asked with a sly smile across his face. I blushed since I dreamt of my mother and Sam talking about him, but then I remembered something horrible. The dream after that was of him and me in a beautiful house living together. My face turned from embarrassed to shock to horror. How embarrassing! I thought. He chuckled his angelic chuckle, like chimes or something as wonderful, as I blushed remembering the whole dream. “Really?” I asked stupidly. My mother and Sam had teased me through out my life about it millions of times. It was always the first thing we talked about in the morning, and it was also how they found out what I had on my mind. More like who. I thought. “What did I say?” Oh god! What if I said his name or something. Oh. My. God. This is completely and totally bull. I can’t like him already, can I? I argued with myself. “Nothing strange,” he smiled. He was holding back, both information on what I said AND laughter, “just ‘Sam,’ ‘mom,’ my name, and ‘Jacob.’ Nothing strange for some preppy girl our age. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Just then, Ryan entered the room. “Hey you two! Glad to see you’re awake. I’m pleased to inform you that you legs may not be paralyzed as we first thought. We just have to take a few more tests to prove that.” he informed me. I was so ecstatic that I hugged Ryan, who was on the left of my bed, like crazy then hugged Edward, who was on the right of my bed. Then, out of impulse, I kissed Edward on the cheek. After a few minutes, I blushed realizing what I had just done. “Oh god! I’m sorry, that was so on impulse. I swear… I−” I rambled on and on until he cut me off. “Don’t worry. It’s not like you did it while you were thinking.” he said, “If you can think.” I slapped the back of his head. “I heard that! You little…” I laughed. He started laughing with me. “Okay… so you just need to fill out the paper work to leave in three days. Is there anyone that can take you?” Ryan asked while looking at my chart. “Well, there is my…” I hesitated thinking on who could take me, “My cousin, but… Wait, no! No, no, no! Never mind, I take that back! I don’t want him here, or near me. I don’t EVER want him here!” I was in tears by the second set of ‘no’s. I started shaking uncontrollably remembering the argument my mother and I had gotten in a week before. “What’s wrong, Dani?” Edward asked caringly as he tried to pull me into a hug. I pushed him away, surprised at my own strength. “NO! Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t touch me!” I yelled through the tears. “Rye, I think she’s been abused. Or raped.” Edward told Ryan. “If that little ‘turd shows his face…” Edward drifted off as anger set on his perfect features. “Edward, no. Violence is never the answer.” Ryan tried to calm Edward down, putting a hand on his shoulder. Drugs aren’t the answer either. That’s what my mother would say… and she was right. The answer is that nothing is the answer. I thought. I continued crying hysterically. “Fine, Rye! But she’s not… pregnant or anything, is she?” Edward asked through his rage. His hands were still rolled into fists, which caused me to think that he might go into a fist rage with Ryan any minute. “We’ll have to take some more tests to find out. If she is pregnant, then after the pregnancy test we will have to see if the baby’s health is okay. Since she might be leaving tomorrow, I don’t want you to leave her side, understand?” Ryan asked, warily looking at me like I was a pathetic tragic case. Well, I am… but that still doesn’t mean he has to remind me. God! When did my life become a living hell? What the hell have I done to deserve this damn punishment?! I thought in rage. “Why? Why me?” I mumbled quietly through my tears. “You want me to baby-sit her? I will, but she’ll object. She needs her rest for now. Should she take her medicine?” Edward asked more calmly now. His fist unclenched, relaxing ever so slightly. Ryan just nodded, looking at me with sympathizing eyes. All I remember after that is a haze. I vaguely remember Edward injecting my medicine through the tubes. After that, I distinctly remember hearing the lullaby that Edward had murmured to the other day, which caused me to drift closer and closer to unconsciousness. The next morning, I awoke to see, and hear, Edward humming a lullaby. I smiled as I heard him hum. “G’morning.” I finally said when he was done. I stretched my arms above my head, but flinched a little at the pain. “Oh… morning… um, hi. Did I wake you?” he started. He sat up so he could see me better. “No, no, not at all…I enjoyed the lullaby you were humming. What song is it?” I asked. That was a strange dream… Oh well. I thought. “Oh, I… um, wrote it…for…um, someone…” he answered hesitantly and nervously. I giggled since I never heard him so nervous. “How’d you sleep?” Way to try to distract me… Oh well, I guess I’ll play along with it. I have seriously got to stop saying ‘Oh well’ so much… Oh well, ha ha, silly me. I thought. I smiled at my stupidity, but then I frowned as I remembered the strange dream. It had been so awkward seeing my mother and Sam in my dream, but I shook it off. “Perfect, you?” I lied. I was such a horrible liar, but I hoped desperately that he believed the little fib. He seemed to not believe it, but his smile was pulling down at the corner as if I had said something wrong. “Fine…” he said, but then smiled a wide grin, “Actually, it was very entertaining. Did you know you talk in your sleep?” he asked with a sly smile across his face. I blushed since I dreamt of my mother and Sam talking about him, but then I remembered something horrible. The dream after that was of him and me in a beautiful house living together. My face turned from embarrassed to shock to horror. How embarrassing! I thought. He chuckled his angelic chuckle, like chimes or something as wonderful, as I blushed remembering the whole dream. “Really?” I asked stupidly. My mother and Sam had teased me through out my life about it millions of times. It was always the first thing we talked about in the morning, and it was also how they found out what I had on my mind. More like who. I thought. “What did I say?” Oh god! What if I said his name or something. Oh. My. God. This is completely and totally bull. I can’t like him already, can I? I argued with myself. “Nothing strange,” he smiled. He was holding back, both information on what I said AND laughter, “just ‘Sam,’ ‘mom,’ my name, and ‘Jacob.’ Nothing strange for some preppy girl our age. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Just then, Ryan entered the room. “Hey you two! Glad to see you’re awake. I’m pleased to inform you that you legs may not be paralyzed as we first thought. We just have to take a few more tests to prove that.” he informed me. I was so ecstatic that I hugged Ryan, who was on the left of my bed, like crazy then hugged Edward, who was on the right of my bed. Then, out of impulse, I kissed Edward on the cheek. After a few minutes, I blushed realizing what I had just done. “Oh god! I’m sorry, that was so on impulse. I swear… I−” I rambled on and on until he cut me off. “Don’t worry. It’s not like you did it while you were thinking.” he said, “If you can think.” I slapped the back of his head. “I heard that! You little…” I laughed. He started laughing with me. “Okay… so you just need to fill out the paper work to leave in three days. Is there anyone that can take you?” Ryan asked while looking at my chart. “Well, there is my…” I hesitated thinking on who could take me, “My cousin, but… Wait, no! No, no, no! Never mind, I take that back! I don’t want him here, or near me. I don’t EVER want him here!” I was in tears by the second set of ‘no’s. I started shaking uncontrollably remembering the argument my mother and I had gotten in a week before. “What’s wrong, Dani?” Edward asked caringly as he tried to pull me into a hug. I pushed him away, surprised at my own strength. “NO! Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t touch me!” I yelled through the tears. “Rye, I think she’s been abused. Or raped.” Edward told Ryan. “If that little ‘turd shows his face…” Edward drifted off as anger set on his perfect features. “Edward, no. Violence is never the answer.” Ryan tried to calm Edward down, putting a hand on his shoulder. Drugs aren’t the answer either. That’s what my mother would say… and she was right. The answer is that nothing is the answer. I thought. I continued crying hysterically. “Fine, Rye! But she’s not… pregnant or anything, is she?” Edward asked through his rage. His hands were still rolled into fists, which caused me to think that he might go into a fist rage with Ryan any minute. “We’ll have to take some more tests to find out. If she is pregnant, then after the pregnancy test we will have to see if the baby’s health is okay. Since she might be leaving tomorrow, I don’t want you to leave her side, understand?” Ryan asked, warily looking at me like I was a pathetic tragic case. Well, I am… but that still doesn’t mean he has to remind me. God! When did my life become a living hell? What the hell have I done to deserve this damn punishment?! I thought in rage. “Why? Why me?” I mumbled quietly through my tears. “You want me to baby-sit her? I will, but she’ll object. She needs her rest for now. Should she take her medicine?” Edward asked more calmly now. His fist unclenched, relaxing ever so slightly. Ryan just nodded, looking at me with sympathizing eyes. All I remember after that is a haze. I vaguely remember Edward injecting my medicine through the tubes. After that, I distinctly remember hearing the lullaby that Edward had murmured to the other day, which caused me to drift closer and closer to unconsciousness.